A/N - So... yeah. I decided to keep going. Again, this is just a distraction from other works. So don't hold your breath for Chapter 4. Thanks for reading though. I hope it's entertaining.

Chapter 3

The small transport ship was halfway back to the Great Fox when Fox realized he had forgotten Slippy's tool. They returned to the planet then, and decided to stay for dinner. Fara had a difficult time choosing from the large array of restaurants available in Corneria City. They finally chose Ferret Bill's, a greasy diner near the seedier side of the main space port. Not the most reputable of places to eat, but it held a special place in their relationship. It was where Fox first found Fara after he returned from defeating Andross. The two began to date seriously afterward.

On that particular night, the diner was only occupied by three pilots who nursed their mugs of coffee and Bill's famous soup.

A perky fennec waitress spotted the two as they took a booth, "Fox! Fara! Good to see ya two. It's been a while since you've been here."

Fox waved and smiled, "Hi there, Travi. How are you?"

Travi poured two coffees and brought them over. Her voluptuous body was squeezed into a tiny pink outfit. Ample cleavage nearly distracted Fox until he caught Fara's simmering expression. He quickly averted his eyes.

"I'm fine, never been better. That silly husband of mine is driving me crazy as usual. I want a baby. He doesn't. I'm getting older and my proverbial clock is ticking, but he can't hear it. Oh, enough about me. Are you ordering the same as usual?"

"Actually," Fara interrupted before Fox could answer, "I would like decaffeinated green tea and my usual, but add two scramblers, and a side of soy links and pancakes."

Fox and Travi stared in disbelief at the normally light eater. Still, Travi wrote out the order and confirmed Fox's order. She left the two with a curious look, and returned shortly with the tea.

Fara watched the curvy fennec walk back into the kitchen, "Fox, I'm going to get fat. All this work over the years for a good body and now it'll all go downhill."

The fennec sipped at her tea as Fox tried to think of something useful to say. He was pretty used to Fara's insecurities and had always tried to make her see she was gorgeous, but she did have a point. Fara was staring at him expectantly.

"Well," he began, "You'll gain weight, but it's natural for that to happen during pregnancy."

"It won't stop me from feeling like a cow," she moaned, "My butt, my thighs, my arms, my chest. Even my face. All fat!"

"Not that it's bad for your chest," Fox said as his eyes dipped below her chin.

He didn't think she would actually throw the salt shaker as she glared at him and reached for the bottle. It was only his quick reactions that saved him from a nasty knot on his forehead.

"You're saying my chest is small," she shrieked.

All sets of eyes focused on the couple. Drama was the norm in Ferret Bill's, but it was always amusing, especially with a rather famous couple like Fox and Fara.

Fox waved his paws defensively in front of himself, "No no! Of course not, your chest is just perfect now. But you were always complaining about your boobs being too small. I thought you'd like that you'll gain weight there."

"Oh sure. You're thinking with your dumber head, don't lie. With the extra weight, they'll be tender, especially if I breast feed."

A high-pitched squeal brought the two back into the room. Travi ran over to their table.

"Fara, you're pregnant?! Why didn't you say so? That's wonderful news! When is it due," she asked excitedly.

Smiling brilliantly, Fara leaned back slightly, "I don't have a date yet, but the doctor said mid- spring."

"Oh, how wonderful," she sighed, "I'm so happy for the both of you."

A loud booming voice echoed in the room, "Pregnant? Who is pregnant?"

"It's Fara this time," Travi said, smiling at Bill, the heavy-set ferret owner.

"Really," he grinned, "Your meal is on the house. No protests. It's the least I can do for some of my only reputable customers. No offence Gordy."

Gordy, the grubby looking canine, lifted his coffee mug in acceptance.

Fox laughed nervously, "Thanks, Bill. I appreciate it."

The pair finished their meal without any more outbursts and left after graciously accepting the free meal. They returned to the Great Fox rather late, but Slippy and Falco were still up. Fox and Fara had decided to wait until morning to break the news, mostly since Peppy was asleep.

That night, the couple curled up in bed together, content in just holding each other.

"Love ya, Fara," Fox murmured.

"I love you too, Fox," Fara replied.

The next morning found Fox alone in bed. He didn't hear Fara in the bathroom, so he assumed she was in the kitchen or some other location on the ship. The fox rose and slipped on shorts and a shirt and proceeded to the kitchen.

Peppy was reading a news site on his PDA and sipping coffee, while Slippy was munching on his breakfast. Falco wouldn't be seen for hours.

"Has anyone seen Fara this morning," Fox asked.

"She's in the gym," Peppy replied, surprised that Fox hadn't assumed she was there.

"What?" he shouted and left for the gym.

Slippy paused in his eating and murmured, "Curious."

Fara was just about to start her chest press machine when Fox burst in the gym.

"Fara! What are you doing? You can't work out, you're pregnant," he shouted.

Rolling her eyes as she sat up, she said, "Thanks for letting the whole ship know. If you try a little louder, most of Corneria will hear."

"This is no time to be sarcastic," Fox said.

"Look, if you knew anything about pregnancy, you would know that it's perfectly safe to continue working out while you're pregnant. In fact, it's highly recommended that you do continue. So, if you don't mind, I'll be getting back to my chest press."

Her tone was 'don't-play-with-me-I'm-much-too-determined-to-be-bothered-by-your-idiotic- opinion.' Fox had heard it enough to know not to play with her. Backing out quietly, he decided breakfast was the best option at that moment. He came face to face with Slippy and Peppy.

Both with huge grins on their faces.

"Uh, yeah. Fara is pregnant," he said dumbly.

"She's right, you know," Slippy said brightly, "It is good for a pregnant woman to exercise. Don't worry, Fox."

Fox let out a derisive laugh, "Don't worry?! Do you realize what you're asking me? I'm about to be a father and you tell me not to worry."

Peppy smirked, "This brings me back. When James told me Vixy was pregnant with you, Fox, she wanted to run a marathon. He wouldn't have any of it. In fact, he followed her around until after the race, just to make sure she didn't do it."

The old hare suddenly realized he was alone, "How do they do that?"