A/N: May 18 is Gohan's birthday!

Something horrible had happened. He woke up to find himself on a hotel room floor, and not alone. Next to him was a familiar face, but it wasn't his wife's. A waitress who was serving him earlier. They were sharing a blanket.

His head throbbed. As he realized he was having a hangover, his heart sank. He didn't recall being attracted to this waitress, but he was drunk. Was he drunk enough to have cheated on Videl without even knowing it?

In the dark of the night, surrounded by his classmates' drunken snores, he searched for a watch to tell him what time it was. 3 a.m. Videl knew he was going to a party with a bunch of friends and had expected him to be home late, but this was too late.

He got up and tried not to step on anyone as he stumbled his way towards the door. As he flew home, struggling to keep his path straight, he tried to remember what happened.

A friend had pushed a glass of beer toward him.

He had declined at first, saying nothing good ever happened when he drank.

The friend then insisted. What good is it to come to the bar if you can't loosen up? It's the last day of the semester.

All right, he had thought, not wanting to be a party-pooper. Just one drink won't hurt.

One thing led to another, and he remember grabbing a mic to do a karaoke duel, something he definitely would never have done while sober. Lots of clapping afterwards. If there were a trophy, he would've gotten it.

And then . . . nothing. He couldn't remember the part where they all went upstairs to the get some sleep, and why the waitress slept next to him of all people. He'd told everybody he was married, that he was sure of.

When he arrived home, he quietly sneaked into the bedroom he shared with Videl to avoid waking her up and went straight to the shower. He was about to join her in bed when he changed his mind and headed to the couch by the windows instead.

With the alcohol still in his system, he couldn't help but fall asleep easily.

When he woke up in the morning, he found himself covered under a blanket and his head against a pillow, which he intentionally didn't give himself the privilege to have as a form of self-punishment.

He groaned, still feeling the leftover from last night.

"You awake?" Videl called out. She was sitting across from him, a book in hand, drinking from a mug before placing it in front on the coffee table separating them. She'd clearly been waiting for him to wake up. "Why didn't you sleep in bed last night?"

He hadn't thought about what to say to her. He wasn't trying to come up with excuses, but he didn't know how to apologize and make it up to her. He sat up. "Good morning."

She pushed the mug towards him. "Want some? Drink it while it's still warm."

"Sure. Thanks." He took a sip. Hot chocolate. It was as if she knew what he needed.

She put down her book to give him her undivided attention. "So? How was the party last night? You had fun?"

He shifted uncomfortably and avoided eye contact with her. "Well . . . that's the reason I'm sleeping on the couch," he started. "I can't sleep with you anymore. I don't deserve to be your husband."

Instead of being alarmed, she looked amused. "What happened? You didn't win the DDR championship for me?"

Gohan may not care much about being the best martial artist in the world, but he could still be pretty competitive in other aspects of his life, and the Dance Dance Revolution championship, a staple of every college party in recent years, was right up his alley.

"No, it's something else," he said, his tone remained serious.

She perked up. "Oh. What happened?"

"I think I slept with another woman," he said, bracing himself for a well-deserved rage.

"You think you slept another woman?" she repeated, her voice gentle instead of angry. She stood up and walked over to where he was sitting, and sat down and rubbed his back. "Come on, walk me through what happened."

"Um . . . you know how I get when I drink."

Basically, it wasn't pretty. She nodded solemnly. "I do."

"Well, I had a drink last night, and a dozen more, and I blacked out. When I woke up, there was another woman next to me."

"Okay," she said. "Go on."

He was so sure the idea of him lying next to another woman was enough to set her off, her calm reaction puzzled him. "You're not mad?"

"No. I trust you. I can't stop other girls for wanting to hit on you, but I know you would never cheat on me. Besides, I've been with you when you were drunk." She winked. "I'm pretty sure nothing happened."

He wasn't satisfied with her response. He still wanted to do something to ease his guilt. "But I still did something wrong. How can I make this up to you?"

She made a big show of humming and hawing. Finally, she said, "Well, you could stop this nonsense about you not deserving to be my husband. Now's especially not a good time. I'm pregnant. I can't raise our child on my own."

It took him a few seconds before he digested what she said. Slowly, his eyes widened. "You're pregnant?"

She grinned. "I meant to wait a few more days before telling you, but I think you could use the good news now."

"We're having a baby?" he asked again, still not believing his ears.

She nodded. "We're going to become parents. And you and me, we're in this together, no matter how many mistakes we'll make along the way. Promise?"

He promised.

"And maybe stick to hot chocolate from now on so nothing like this will ever happen again."

He promised that too.