Months of trying to get pregnant proved fruitless for Jessie. She tried every method, every trick, everything and anything they could think of, but nothing. After a while, she began to get discouraged.
"James, what if I never get pregnant," she moaned one day.
"You will," he soothed. "It may take something more."
"Like what?"
He smiled. "You forget so quickly, my love. We used to have all kinds of ideas up our sleeve to catch that Pikachu."
"Yea, and those all ended up in failure, James," she said, eyes narrowed.
"There's something out there we just haven't tried," he explained. "The answer's out there somewhere. We just aren't looking in the right place." He handed her a newspaper clipping. It read, "Pokemon League Champion Becomes Father."
"What's this," she asked.
"Just read it."
" 'Ash Ketchum, five-time winner of the Pokemon League, and his wife Misty, both of New Bark Town, welcomed a seven pound, one ounce baby girl yesterday,' " Jessie read. " 'Rosalin Hannah is the first child for the couple.' So? How does that twerp's kid help us?"
"They may have some tips as to how they conceived," James suggested. "It never hurts to ask."
James and Jessie went to New Bark Town the next day, via the Magnet Train, to pay a visit to the new parents. Jessie looked at a slip of paper in her hand. "140 Birch Ln," she said. "This is it!" She knocked on the door.
"Just a second," a female voice called from behind the thick door. Misty Ketchum threw open the door, little Rosalin wrapped in a seafoam green blanket in her arms. Misty gasped. "Ash," she shouted. "What are you doing here," she yelled. Rosalin bawled. Ash pounded down the stairs, Pikachu at his heels.
"Team Rocket," he said menacingly. "How dare you bother us now? Our daughter has just been born. Go terrorize someone else."
"You've got us all wrong," James said. "We didn't come here to do anything bad. We just need your help."
Ash looked confused. "With what?"
"Please, just let us in," Jessie begged.
He narrowed his eyes. "Do you promise not to hurt my wife or my daughter? Or try to take Pikachu?"
"Yes," Jessie and James swore.
"Okay, come in," he said reluctantly.
"Ash," Misty wailed.
"It's going to be fine," he said, kissing her forehead. "Go put Rosalin down." He turned to his guests. "What can I do for you?"
"First off, I'd like to you congratulate you on the new addition," James said. "Um, we'd actually like to ask you something."
Ash folded his arms. "What is that?"
"We're trying to have a baby, and we can't," Jessie said sadly. "We thought maybe you could tell us a secret or trick, something you may have tried to make conception a success."
Ash's dark eyes grew darker with thought. "Rosalin just kind of fell into our laps," he said finally. "We didn't plan on having children for a while still."
James's shoulders slumped. "I guess you can't help us."
"What are you eating, Jessie?" Misty appeared in the doorway of the front room. "Do you eat yams?" Jessie shook her head, puzzled. "They're great for fertility," she said. "It says so in Ladies' Home Journal."
Jessie looked at James. He shrugged. "Okay, I guess we could try that," Jessie said. "We should go. Thank you, though."
"James, what if I never get pregnant," she moaned one day.
"You will," he soothed. "It may take something more."
"Like what?"
He smiled. "You forget so quickly, my love. We used to have all kinds of ideas up our sleeve to catch that Pikachu."
"Yea, and those all ended up in failure, James," she said, eyes narrowed.
"There's something out there we just haven't tried," he explained. "The answer's out there somewhere. We just aren't looking in the right place." He handed her a newspaper clipping. It read, "Pokemon League Champion Becomes Father."
"What's this," she asked.
"Just read it."
" 'Ash Ketchum, five-time winner of the Pokemon League, and his wife Misty, both of New Bark Town, welcomed a seven pound, one ounce baby girl yesterday,' " Jessie read. " 'Rosalin Hannah is the first child for the couple.' So? How does that twerp's kid help us?"
"They may have some tips as to how they conceived," James suggested. "It never hurts to ask."
James and Jessie went to New Bark Town the next day, via the Magnet Train, to pay a visit to the new parents. Jessie looked at a slip of paper in her hand. "140 Birch Ln," she said. "This is it!" She knocked on the door.
"Just a second," a female voice called from behind the thick door. Misty Ketchum threw open the door, little Rosalin wrapped in a seafoam green blanket in her arms. Misty gasped. "Ash," she shouted. "What are you doing here," she yelled. Rosalin bawled. Ash pounded down the stairs, Pikachu at his heels.
"Team Rocket," he said menacingly. "How dare you bother us now? Our daughter has just been born. Go terrorize someone else."
"You've got us all wrong," James said. "We didn't come here to do anything bad. We just need your help."
Ash looked confused. "With what?"
"Please, just let us in," Jessie begged.
He narrowed his eyes. "Do you promise not to hurt my wife or my daughter? Or try to take Pikachu?"
"Yes," Jessie and James swore.
"Okay, come in," he said reluctantly.
"Ash," Misty wailed.
"It's going to be fine," he said, kissing her forehead. "Go put Rosalin down." He turned to his guests. "What can I do for you?"
"First off, I'd like to you congratulate you on the new addition," James said. "Um, we'd actually like to ask you something."
Ash folded his arms. "What is that?"
"We're trying to have a baby, and we can't," Jessie said sadly. "We thought maybe you could tell us a secret or trick, something you may have tried to make conception a success."
Ash's dark eyes grew darker with thought. "Rosalin just kind of fell into our laps," he said finally. "We didn't plan on having children for a while still."
James's shoulders slumped. "I guess you can't help us."
"What are you eating, Jessie?" Misty appeared in the doorway of the front room. "Do you eat yams?" Jessie shook her head, puzzled. "They're great for fertility," she said. "It says so in Ladies' Home Journal."
Jessie looked at James. He shrugged. "Okay, I guess we could try that," Jessie said. "We should go. Thank you, though."