Hey guys! Wow, it's been a while. I've been working on other projects, but I think I might as well continue this story and see if you guys are still interested. Hope you guys are doing well.


Hefty stood out on the front stoop, taking in the air. It was overwhelming for everyone, and he was in the middle of it all. But there was no way he'd admit any of it to Smurfette. She was going through it all and the last thing she needed was him making the situation about himself. But it was so hard!

"Room for one more?"

Handy stood with his hands in his overall pockets. Hefty slid over and let him sit.

"So...lot of weather we've been smurfing lately, huh?"

Hefty sighed. "What am I gonna do, Hand? Smurfette's smurfed up in her room, Papa and Willow are at odds because of us, and to be honest, I think I'm going soft."

Handy rolled his eyes. "You can't go soft."

Hefty held up his arm. "Feel."

"I'm not going to smurf your arm. That's weird."

"Smurf my arm!"

Handy groaned and felt Hefty's bicep. His eyes popped open. "Is that...flab?"

Hefty shuddered. "That's a dirty, four-letter word that begins with F."

"I wish I could help."

Hefty sighed, his hand over his eyes. "What should I do?"

Handy shifted nervously. "Well, what do you think should happen?"

Hefty sat in silence, biting his lip. "Personally, I want her to keep the other baby."

Handy raised an eyebrow knowingly. "Baby?"

"Whether or not I'm the father, this situation is all too familiar," he answered. "But, I don't know. I don't know how she feels about it anymore."

Handy let out a puff of air. "...You know, I was just smurfing about the weather." Hefty threw his head and groaned. Handy bit his lower lip. "Look, if you want my opinion, I don't care if she keeps it or not. It could go either way. But, I think you should ask her what she wants and not what everyone else wants."

"You really think that that'll work?"

Handy shrugged. "It's her body. She can smurf what she wants with it."


Hefty opened the door to her room. Smurfette laid on her side, hugging her baby belly. He cleared his throat, making her look up.

"I, uh...I made dinner."

She rolled back over. "Not hungry."

"Yes, you are."

"I know." She curled herself into a ball, well, as much as she could at least.

He sat down at the edge of the bed, allowing her a moment to think. A smile crept up his face, his fingers running through her hair.

"Remember when we first met?" he chuckled. "You in that plain dress and messy black hair?"

She sighed and nodded. "All I knew was to follow Gargamel." A small giggle escaped her. "I was a bit of a brat, wasn't I?"

He blushed sheepishly. "Things could have smurfed out better. But you were confused, and you didn't know any better. That wasn't the real you." He took her hand. "It doesn't matter what you were made for. What matters is what you want to be."

She sat up a bit. "What are you smurfing at, Hefty?"

He sighed. "Smurfette...This other baby - "

"You think I should keep it?" she lowered her head.

He lifted her chin. "I do, Smurfette. But that doesn't matter. This Smurf wants this, and that Smurf wants that. Smurfette?" He cupped her face in his hands. "What do you want?"

What do I want? she asked herself.

This experience had shaken her to her core. What was supposed to be the greatest event of her life was marred by what her creator had done to her. She looked to her baby bump, feeling the living breathing life inside her move about. She wanted every opportunity to give it the best chance at life. Another movement caught her off guard. A gentle nudging inside her, soft and delicate. It didn't feel like a lump of clay at all. It felt like a tiny hand.

She thought to her dreams. The tall, amiable Smurf in leather and flannel who filled her heart with love came to mind. He'd felt so real, and she knew now that he was. And so was the little Smurfette who filled her with dread and fear. But behind that dread, she had seen sadness and despair. She was hurting, longing for someone to love her.

Could this be a trap? Was this another trick imposed by Gargamel? She held her abdomen. The dreams had never steered her wrong before. Moonlight streamed in through the window. She stared at the full moon, and gasped as epiphany washed over her.

"I know what I want."


The Smurfs flocked to the Great Oak, whispers sent back and forth of the news. Many Smurfs had begun a dangerous journey to the top of the tree, dragonfly riders hovering underneath them for safety. Most chose to remain on the ground and wait.

Smurfette waited stoically in Smurfwillow's tree hut, Hefty standing behind her. Smurflily, Smurfstorm, and Brainy had entered earlier, inquiring Smurfette of her decision. but she insisted they wait until Papa and Smurfwillow arrive. She clutched her belly anxiously. Hefty set his hand on her shoulder to reassure her.

The curtain to the hut opened. Smurfwillow and Papa entered expectantly.

"So, Smurfette," Smurfwillow cooed. "You've got something to tell us."

She nodded. "I do. It's about my baby."

Smurfwillow close her eyes and smiled. "I understand completely. Brainy?"

Brainy came forward, spreading a chart across the table. A Smurfette shape splayed out before them, several lines drawn across her and equations she couldn't understand drawn in the margins.

"It's a simple procedure, Smurfette," Brainy explained. "I've experimented with bean plants and successfully smurfed the perfect way to extract the mass safely without jeopardizing the your baby's life."

Smurfette gaped and shook her head. "No!"

Brainy held up his hands to calm her. "Do not worry, Smurfette. It is completely safe. I smurf to it."

She shook her head and stood up. "I mean I'm not doing this."

Everyone in the room stared at her with wide eyes. Her hands began to tremble. She wasn't sure if she could do this, especially with everyone gawking. Hefty slid his hand into hers, squeezing it to give her strength. She exhaled slowly.

"I'm keeping my babies. Both of them."

Smurflily gasped. Smurfstorm dropped her bow. Papa and Willow stood in complete shock, and Brainy fainted. Smurfette bit her lip to hold back her fear, trying to muster any confidence left.

"I-I-I have to! They're both my babies!"

Papa beamed, tears in his eyes, and brought his hands to his chest in deep euphoria. Smurfwillow pushed past him sternly.

"Smurfette, don't you realize how much of a threat this thing could be?"

Smurfette nodded. "I do. I've smurfed over the possibility. But, I remember when the Village thought of me as a threat, the same threat. I was created by Gargamel too. And yet, I changed. I'm one of the Smurfs. Why can't my baby be?"

"As stupid as this wizard is, I doubt he's going to make the same mistake twice. What's your back up plan for when this thing goes rogue?"

"This thing," Smurfette growled. "is my child. And I expect you to treat both of them with the same respect as a Smurf."

Smurfstorm whistled, impressed. "Dang, girl!"

Willow glared deep into her eyes. "You could be willingly bringing the Anti-Smurf our destruction on a silver platter. How will you feel if this Village ends up in flames?"

"That won't happen."

"Say that does."

Smurfette pulled the violet pendant out of her dress pocket and clasped it around her neck. "Then I'll die knowing that I smurfed them the same kindness I was smurfed."