I, once again, don't own Rocket Power. DON'T SUE!! I HAVE NOTHING! ¡TENGO NADA! OK, I gotta calm down. Hee hee. ¡Soy loca!

Chapter 8: "Until You Find Mrs. Right"

Reggie was seven months pregnant. I was very nervous when we went to the hospital for an Ultrasound. We were going to find out the gender of the baby. When we were in the car, Reggie must have sensed that I was nervous.

"Lars, what are you so nervous about?" she asked as we got to a stoplight. I put my foot on the brake and looked over at her for a split second. She was very pregnant, and had gained about twenty pounds, but I still thought that she was beautiful. I smiled at her.

"I guess I'm nervous about the gender of the baby," I replied as the light turned green. I stepped on the acceleration pedal as I continued. "We've come so far. I remember back in the days when I was picking on you and your friends, and here we are now, driving to the maternity ward to find out the gender of our baby."

"I know, it's hard to believe it," she said. "Everything has changed. I've noticed that Otto and Clio seem to like each other."

"I remember when he used to tease her about being a ballerina," I said as I continued to drive.

"I know, she used to be snobby, but she just might become my sister- in-law," Reggie said with bewilderment in her voice.

"It's weird," I said, "when you marry your brother's friend, whose brother is marrying your cousin." Reggie and I both just laughed, and then Reggie looked down at her stomach as she patted a hand over our unborn child.

"And soon, we'll have a little one," she said, smiling as I pulled into the hospital parking lot. After we got out of the car, we went into the hospital and signed in. When we sat down in the waiting room, she rested her head on my shoulder, and we waited for about ten minutes, until the doctor called us in.

Reggie lied on the bed with the Ultrasound hooked to her, and the doctor began to do her job. After an hour or so, the Ultrasound as well as the regular check-up was finished. As Reggie sat up from the bed, the doctor handed her a picture and beckoned me over to see it. There it was. Our child.

"Your son is coming along just fine," said the doctor. "He's completely healthy, and he's in the right position for birth." The doctor continued to talk to us about the baby, and showed us all of the little details from the picture. She also announced that his due date was the fifteenth of June.

When we got home, I called up Twister to tell him the news. He told Otto, and they were very happy for us. Twister and I then discussed what Twist was going to do for the room, and we decided that he would paint a beach scene. After about a week or so, Twister came over and began to paint the room. When he took a break, we had a conversation.

"Otto had been going out with Clio at night," Twist told me. "They really like each other."

"Reggie and I noticed that," I replied.

"He's crazy about her," he said, taking a sip of his beer. "She is all he talks about."

"At least they're not fighting," I said, sipping my beer as well.

"Sam and Sherry, you and Reggie, Trish and Oliver, and now, Clio and Otto," Twist said ruefully. "It's like everyone is falling in love except for me."

"You'll find your Mrs. Right some day."

"Lars, I'm 24 years old, and I've never been kissed."

"Just be patient," I told him. "And besides, until you find your Mrs. Right, Jesse can keep you company."

"Jesse, as in, my nephew?" he asked me. He was never bright, but he was my brother. I smiled at him as I nodded. He smiled back, and then took the final sip of his beer. He got up and went back to work. When he finished, there was a beautiful beach scene, with fish and other sea creatures with big, boggling eyes and smiles all over it. Twister had painted the wall perfectly. While God hadn't given Twist a lot of brains, He gave him amazing art talent. I would never forget that wall painting as long as I lived.