Timmy was up to level eight on his V-Cube, but as soon as he heard his fairy godparents poof out of the fishbowl, he dropped the control pad and leapt to his feet. He'd never seen Cosmo and Wanda look so seriously at each other before.

"Am…am I in trouble?" Timmy asked uncertainly.

"Oh Timmy of course not," Wanda assured, glancing at Cosmo. "It's just that we've got something important to tell you. Timmy…" Wanda looked to Cosmo for support, but he was staring stubbornly at the ceiling. Frowning, Wanda continued. "Cosmo and I are going to have a baby."

This was the last thing that Timmy had expected to hear.

"A baby!" he shrieked. "Why? How?"

Cosmo suddenly took an interest in the conversation.

"Ah, Timmy," he said paternally. "It's about time I properly explained the wands and the wings to you. With the help of Mr and Mrs Sock-Puppet!" He poofed the puppets onto his hands. "You see Timmy, when a mummy fairy and a daddy fairy love each other very much…"

"No Cosmo!" said Wanda, cutting her husband off quickly. If she left it for Cosmo to explain, Timmy could end up one very confused boy. "I'll explain it." She floated down to Timmy's level.

"You see Timmy, when a mummy fairy and a daddy fairy love each other very much…"

"That's what I said." Cosmo mumbled grumpily to his sock-puppets. Wanda ignored him.

"…something special happens that makes the mummy fairy have a baby."

"What kind of something special?" Timmy asked with wide-eyed innocence.

"Never you mind," snapped Wanda. "We'll tell you when you're older."

A horrible thought suddenly occurred to Timmy.

"Does this mean I'll lose you guys forever?" he asked, frightened.

"No sport. It just means you'll have a temp for a few months while we look after the baby, as well as just before it's born."

Timmy still looked upset, so Wanda flew down to comfort him.

"Things might be a little different for a while, and some things might change, but you'll still be our god-child and we'll still love you just as much as always."

Timmy hugged Wanda, feeling relieved.

"Hey Timmy," Cosmo called. "Can I play your V-Cube with you?"

"Sure Cosmo," said Timmy, knowing some things would never change. "Just do me one favour?"

"Sure. What?"

"Get rid of those creepy socks."

Wanda left the boys to their game. She felt tired, and also a little sick. She poofed back into the castle and decided to have a lie down. So long as Cosmo was playing video games with Timmy, she would get some peace.

She lay down on the bed and tried to get to sleep. Something was niggling at the back of her mind. Something she'd forgotten about. She'd told Cosmo, that was for sure. She'd told Timmy. Wanda sat straight up in bed. That was it! She thought of all the people she'd need to tell. The friends and relatives that would need to know. She sunk back onto her pillow, feeling exhausted at the amount she had to do.

Think about it later she told herself. Sort it out with Cosmo. Wanda sighed. Cosmo. She loved him, but she couldn't stop the doubts that plagued her. What kind of a father would he make? How could she look after a baby when she had to look after her husband at the same time? She rolled over, trying to push those thoughts out of her mind. They didn't help anybody, and Cosmo would be devastated if he knew she had been thinking them. Eventually she felt sleep creeping up on her, and she welcomed it.

"Cosmo, watch out, there's an alien sneaking up behind you! Never mind, it just killed you. Again."

Cosmo and Timmy were playing 'Crash Nebula' on his V-Cube. So far Cosmo had died 25 times on the first level. This was his 26th.

"Cosmo, what's wrong with you?" asked Timmy. "You're usually good at this game."

"I know," said Cosmo distractedly. He turned to look at Timmy.

"I thought that playing this would take my mind off things."

"Is this about Wanda?" Timmy asked as Cosmo threw his control pad on the floor.

Cosmo sighed sadly. "Yes."

"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Timmy, with unusual insight and unselfishness. Cosmo was quiet for a few minutes. Timmy's short attention span was starting to wander when Cosmo asked "Timmy? Am I…do you think…am I a good godfather?"

Timmy stared at Cosmo, surprised at the level of seriousness in his voice.

"Well sure you are Cosmo. Why?"

"I don't know if I'm going to be a good dad," Cosmo told him, finally voicing his concern out loud.

"Cosmo, you'll be a great dad," Timmy told him earnestly. "You're lots of fun to be around, you're really kind, you care heaps about me and I'm sort of your kid, right?"

"Right…" said Cosmo slowly.

"So, you'll be a great dad. They wouldn't have made you a Fairy Godparent if you weren't."

Cosmo cheered up, smiling at Timmy.

"Anything else?"

Yes, there is something else Cosmo thought. But he felt so selfish and mean for thinking it, there was no way he would tell anyone about it.

"No, I'm fine now," Cosmo lied. "Hey, lets see if we can pass level 2!"

Wanda woke up later that evening feeling refreshed and no longer sick. She wondered what the time was, and was surprised to find that it was 6:30. She hadn't meant to sleep that long at all. She guessed she was so tired from having only found out that morning she was pregnant. She still hadn't gotten used to the idea, and the word didn't seem to fit her yet. She vaguely wondered where Cosmo was. "I hope he's not playing video games," she said to herself.

Still, better playing video games than destroying the world, Wanda thought with a smile.

She poofed into Timmy's room. "Cosmo, Timmy!" she called.

"We're over here, pudding!" replied Cosmo, still playing video games and not tearing his eyes from the screen.

"We're nearly up to level 20!" explained Timmy.

Wanda felt slightly annoyed that that was all they had done all day, but she was more relieved. If they had only played video games, then there were no messes she had to clean up, and no problems she had to fix.

"Hey Wanda," said Timmy, still gazing at the television. "If you're here now, does that mean I can make wishes again?"

"Sure Timmy." After all, she was his godmother, first and foremost. "What do you want?"

"I wish… uhmm Cosmo, what was that thing I was going to wish for this morning?"

"I don't know," said Cosmo, intent on his game.

"Oh well, it probably wasn't important. Never mind Wanda." Timmy returned his full attention to the game.

Wanda felt a little neglected. She had just told Cosmo the most important news of his life

and he had played video games for eight and a half hours. He seemed almost less concerned than Timmy. Wanda remembered back to that morning when he had hugged her so tightly she felt her ribs were going to break. But now, here he was completely ignoring her. Did he even care she was pregnant? Did he even remember?

She felt hot tears start to prick behind her eyes. It wasn't fair! She'd only found out she was pregnant less than 12 hours ago. Was Cosmo that bored with the news already?

Wanda tried desperately, but failed, to keep the hurt out of her voice when she said, "If anyone needs me, I'll be back in the castle," and she poofed angrily away.

Cosmo hung his head in shame. He had hurt Wanda because he hadn't known what to do.

"I'd better go see her, Timmy," Cosmo said softly.

"Okay. I'll save our game and we can come back to it later…" Timmy trailed off, because Cosmo didn't seem to be listening to him. As Cosmo poofed himself into the fishbowl, Timmy sighed and went downstairs to see what his real parents were doing.

Cosmo, having checked all the other rooms, gently pushed open the door to their bedroom. "Wanda?" he called softly. He saw her curled up under the blankets. He floated over and touched her gently. "Wanda?" She didn't respond.

All right thought Cosmo. If she doesn't want to see me, she'll at least have to listen to me.

"Wanda," he said strongly. "You're going to listen to me." Then his voice softened. "I know I haven't been very supportive today, and I'm very sorry. I didn't want to hurt you, but I didn't know what else to do. I'm really scared that I'll disappoint you with my bad parenting, plus other stuff… But the main point is I'm really sorry, and I'll be here for you from know on, okay Wanda? Wanda?"

"Cosmo, what are you doing?" asked Wandas voice from the other side of the room. Cosmo leapt high in the air and spun around.

"Wanda! But, what are you doing over there?"

"I was sick again," she explained as she floated over to the bed, pulling a pillow out from the sheets that Cosmo had thought was her.

"I feel awful," she groaned as she collapsed onto the blankets.

Cosmo reached out to stroke her hair, but Wanda brushed him away.

"What do you want Cosmo," she said impatiently, closing her eyes and trying to fight the feeling of nausea.

"I…I…" Cosmo stammered, trying to find what he wanted to say. He took a deep breath to calm down.

"I want to apologise."

"Go on," Wanda prompted, keeping her eyes closed, not having forgiven him entirely.

"I…I want to say I'm sorry I hurt you and didn't spend much time with you today. I didn't know what else to do," he added quietly, trying to stop himself from crying.

Wanda opened her eyes. "Oh Cosmo," she said, sitting up and pulling him into a hug.

How does he always do this? she thought. How does he make me pity him instead of being angry with him? She held Cosmo like that until she was sure he had stopped crying.

"I forgive you sweetie. I knew it wouldn't be easy for you." She pulled away from Cosmo, sitting him a little in front of her. "Now that we're speaking Cosmo, there's something I wanted to talk to you about. I was thinking just before about how we're going to have to let everyone know."

"Let everyone know what?" said Cosmo vacantly.

"About the baby, Cosmo." said Wanda through gritted teeth, trying not to loose her temper.

"Oh yeah," said Cosmo. "What about the baby?"

Trying very hard not to scream, Wanda said, "We need to let all our friends and family know that I'm pregnant. I think the best way would be to invite everyone together and tell them at the same time."

"Like a party?" suggested Cosmo.

"Yes Cosmo, exactly like a party." Wanda smiled at him. "Now we have to decide on a list of who to invite." Wanda poofed up some paper and a pen.

"We should invite Timmy," said Cosmo. "We don't want him to feel left out." Wanda smiled at him again. It was an uncharacteristically sensible suggestion. She wrote 'Timmy' at the top of the list.

"We should invite Daddy, and I suppose Blonda," said Wanda, adding their names to the list. Cosmo had gone pale when she had mentioned her father, but had perked up at the mention of Blonda. Wanda saw this, but decide to ignore it.

"Can you think of anyone sweetie?"

"Mama Cosma!" he shouted. Wanda winced when she heard the name, but added it to the list. If she could have her family there…

"And Jorgen" he added.

"Jorgen?" Wanda repeated. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. He's our friend."

"Just because we know someone, doesn't mean…"

"And we can invite The April Fool…"

"Cosmo, you know I don't like…"

"And Cupid and Mark Chang…"

"No, honey, I don't think Yugopotamians should…"

"And the Easter Bunny, and our Antis…"

"It's not a good idea to invite…"

"And the Tooth Fairy, though I guess she'd come with Jorgen."

"Is that all?" Wanda asked.

"Yep!" said Cosmo, pleased with himself for thinking of so many people.

"How about a compromise?" Wanda suggested. "We can invite Cupid, Jorgen, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and the April Fool, but we won't invite Mark Chang or our Anti's."

Cosmo thought about it for a while, then agreed. Wanda added their names to the list.

"Now Cosmo, I know you won't like this and you probably won't agree, but perhaps we should invite Juandissimo…"

"What!" screeched Cosmo. "No way! He is not coming to our party." Cosmo narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Why do you want him to come anyway?"

"Not because I want him to be there or anything," Wanda assured him. "But because if he sees how committed we are, and how much we love each other, then he might finally realise he and I are over." Cosmo didn't look convinced, so Wanda added, "He doesn't have to stay very long."

"Alright," Cosmo finally agreed, though grudgingly. "If you think it'll help."

"Thanks for being so understanding Cosmo," said Wanda, writing down Juandissimo's name. She read over the list.

"I think that's everyone. Now we have to decide on a time for the party."

"How about a week from now?" suggested Cosmo. "That'll give us time to invite people and for them to answer."

"Great idea, Cosmo!" said Wanda. She glanced at the clock. "Oh my gosh, it's 7:45, I didn't realise we'd been in here so long!" She floated off the bed and pulled Cosmo after her. "We'd better go check on Timmy." She poofed them into Timmy's room, where he was lying on his bed reading a Crimson Chin comic book.

"Timmy, I'm so sorry," Wanda said when he looked up at them. "We didn't realise how long we'd been away."

"That's okay," said Timmy. "Oh Wanda, I forgot to ask, how long is it til you get your baby?"

"Seven months," said Wanda matter-of-factly.

"Seven months!" screeched Timmy. "But that's ages and ages away! Can't you shorten it with magic or something?"

"Timmy, this is shortened with magic. Fairies used to be pregnant for 3 years," Wanda explained.

"So I have to put up with you guys ignoring me for another seven months!"

"Timmy, that's not really fair," said Wanda. "Today was very stressful, we only found out this morning… It won't be like this all the time."

"I hope not," said Timmy sulkily, crossing his arms and pouting.

"Listen here young man," said Cosmo. "Don't talk to Wanda like that. She's had a very emotional day. The last thing she needs is you being smart!" He poofed angrily into the castle. Timmy and Wanda stared at each other.

"Did you know he could do that?" Timmy asked her incredulously. Wanda just shook her head in astonishment.

Later that night in bed, Wanda couldn't sleep. She kept on going over what had happened that day, in her head. She remembered the meeting she had with the baby doctor.

"Was there any time," the doctor had asked, "that felt different."

"Yes" Wanda had answered immediately. She remembered it distinctly. "Why?"

The doctor had then gone on to explain that when a female fairy fell pregnant, she could sense it almost immediately. It was part of the magic. They never knew what it was when they felt it, but later they could realise what it meant.

Wanda now thought back to the Saturday two months ago. She had lain next to Cosmo, listening to him sleeping. He had fallen asleep easily, but she could not. She felt something was different. Cosmo had been as gentle and loving as he always was, so it wasn't anything he had done. It wasn't her either. Something felt…different. No, different wasn't the right word. It didn't feel strange, or odd, or anything like that either. In fact, she didn't even know if she could feel it. It was more of a sense. She could sense it. She hadn't felt anything like it before, and couldn't understand what it was, so she had held Cosmo, tried to ignore it, and eventually had fallen asleep. She didn't really remember it the next morning, and after a time she'd almost forgotten. But that morning, when the doctor had asked her if any time had felt different, she immediately remembered it.

Wanda sighed, distracted by her thoughts. If she hadn't have been, she may have realised

that she wasn't the only one that couldn't sleep. Next to her, Cosmo lay awake, dwelling on his own thoughts. Thoughts that he had been trying to ignore and push aside all day. He had told Wanda he was happy they were having a baby, and part of him was. However, another part of him felt something else. Part of him didn't want this baby at all. He wanted things to stay exactly as they were, just him, Wanda and Timmy. He needed Wanda to care for him. She couldn't do that if they were both full-time parents. He didn't want this baby to come and take Wanda away.

He was so confused. Am I a bad person for disliking my own unborn baby? The only answer he could think of for this was yes. Yes, he was a mean spiteful, selfish person. But Cosmo didn't feel mean or spiteful. He just felt confused. And so his thoughts went round and round.

The two fairies lay in their bed, but neither would sleep much that night.