Disclaimer- I don't own Fairly Odd Parents. No gimmicks, no jokes, just straight out saying it.
Authors Note: I just saw that The Expectants was on the third page of the stories lit and I thought "What the heck, I'll post this next chapter now or people will even forget I'm here." The truth is, I've had this chapter ready for about 2 weeks, but I just keep on procrastinating. But here it is, chapter eight, and I hope you all enjoyed the new series of FOP (well, I thought it was good…).
It was hard for Wanda to watch Timmy leave to visit Cosmo when she knew she couldn't. Big Daddy took him each time, as he was staying on as Timmy's godparent until Cosmo recovered enough to god-parent again. Sometimes Wanda would catch herself talking to Cosmo as if he were there. She could swear she heard him answering her, but it might have had less to do with their close connection and more to do with the fact that she knew him so well, she knew exactly what he would say.
She hadn't dwelt on it though; all she could think about was how much she missed Cosmo. It wasn't the same depressing, consuming angst she had felt when he was in his coma, because now she knew he'd be coming home eventually. It was just an unsettling emptiness she felt when he wasn't around, from the minute she woke up alone in their bed in the morning, to the minute she lay down in it to sleep again at night.
Their separation was made easier by Cosmo giving Timmy cards and drawings to take back to Wanda. They mostly read 'Wanda I Love You' with various mistakes and misspelled words, with stick-figure pictures of them holding hands, but Wanda treasured every one she got. She had stuck them up on their fridge, until they covered all of it.
She was looking at them one afternoon as she sat in their kitchen eating a bowl of chocolate-covered cheese. This sure is a weird baby, she thought. But definitely mine and Cosmo's. As she was finishing her strange snack, and wondering if she should have just one more bowl, she heard someone poof into the room.
"Hey Daddy, shouldn't you be at school with…Cosmo!" she squealed, as she turned to face him. It wasn't her father who had poofed into the room, but Cosmo. She leapt up from the table and rushed at him, pulling him into a tight hug.
"Should I be at school?" he asked, confused.
"No sweetie," she said, laughing and kissing him on the cheek. "How come you're home? Timmy said you wouldn't be back for another week."
"Dr Rip Studwell said I was better and could go home early," Cosmo explained. "Especially after I broke two of their machines and rendered a nurse unconscious."
"Yep, it sounds like you're better to me!" said Wanda happily, kissing him. Cosmo started to kiss her back fairly hard. Oh no! she thought worriedly. Maybe he isn't totally cured after all!
"Mmhh, you taste like cheese and chocolate," he murmured.
Wanda laughed and pushed him away. "It's these weird cravings I keep on getting because of the baby."
Cosmo looked down at her stomach. He hadn't noticed in the initial excitement of seeing her, but Wanda did look a lot bigger. She'd also put on weight since he'd seen her a month ago, so she didn't look as unhealthily skinny as she had before.
Cosmo, still staring at Wanda's tummy, reached out a tentative hand to touch it. He hesitated, so Wanda put her hand over his and gently pushed it against her stomach. Cosmo felt a slight pressure push against his hand and he pulled it away quickly; it had been such a weird feeling. He timidly pressed his hand against her belly again, and felt the pressure once more. He slowly let a huge grin spread across his face and looked at Wanda, who was grinning back at him.
"Is that…?" he began to ask. Wanda nodded.
"Yep, that's our baby. It's moved before, but never that much. It must know you're here."
Cosmo grinned even more broadly and threw his arms around her in a giant hug. She hugged him back, smiling at his happiness.
"And now Cosmo," she said quietly, "We can do one of our favourite things together."
Cosmo's grin widened and he whispered something in her ear.
"No Cosmo, I did not mean that!" Wanda scolded. "I meant Scrabble."
"Oh, okay," said Cosmo, looking a little disappointed.
"Come on Cosmo," said Wanda, slipping an arm around his waist. "I'll let you pick out the letters you want." She moved closer so she was speaking softly in his ear. "And then, we can play Monopoly."
"Yay!" yelled Cosmo, his grin returning. Wanda set up the Scrabble board in their lounge-room, and they played by house (er, castle) rules. This basically meant that as long as Cosmo put down a real word, no matter how badly it was spelt, he would get the points. After half an hour, he had put down 'munkie', 'puding', 'babee' and 'Wonda'. He had just finished putting down another word.
"Chess," said Wanda, writing down his score. "Good word, sweetie."
"No Wanda, not chess," explained Cosmo patiently. "Cheese. See? Ch-e-ss."
"Sorry honey," said Wanda. "I should have read it properly."
"And I thought you were the smart one," said Cosmo, shaking his head. Wanda put down 'exasperate' as her next word.
"That's all the tiles used up," she told him (as a rule, she always played Scrabble with him using half the tiles). "It looks like you won."
"Really? Or are you just saying that?" asked Cosmo suspiciously.
"Yes," answered Wanda non-specifically, grinning at him. "Do you want to play Monopoly now sweetie?"
"Nah, I'm kind of tired," he answered.
"I guess you would be. You only just came back from the hospital," said Wanda understandingly. Cosmo floated up to the couch, pulling Wanda with him. He sat her in front of him so her head was resting on his shoulder, and he played with her hair with one hand, the other resting on her stomach.
"I missed you so much Wanda," he said. "I liked seeing Timmy and Mama, but I wanted to see you the most."
"Oh Cosmo," Wanda sighed happily. "I missed you too." They lay in silence after that, enjoying a physical and emotional closeness that had been denied to them for almost three months.
"Do you know your dad came to visit me in hospital?" said Cosmo after a while.
"Yes," Wanda answered. "What did he do? He said he hadn't hurt you, but he didn't talk about it much. Every time I asked him what happened, he looked like he was in pain."
"Nah, he didn't hurt me," said Cosmo. "He just said he accepted me as part of his family."
"He what!" screeched Wanda, leaping up and facing Cosmo, who looked a little frightened.
"Is that a bad thing?" he asked uncertainly.
"Oh, Cosmo, no! It's great! It's just that, well, it's surprising."
"Why?" he asked.
"Well, just before we got married, he said I was to never see you again, and that he'd never accept you as part of his family." Wanda laughed and settled back down in Cosmo's lap. "Poor Daddy. No wonder he didn't want to talk about it. It must have been one of the hardest things he's ever had to do."
"Yeah, he seemed pretty upset about it," agreed Cosmo. "So I gave him a big hug and called him 'Daddy'"
Wanda laughed again. "Cosmo, you're lucky he didn't kill you!"
"It's okay Wanda, I hid under the blankets."
Wanda laughed even harder, Cosmo joining her, and they laughed until they were gasping for breath. Wanda sat up and faced Cosmo. "I love you so much, sweetie," she said, running a finger along his ribs. Cosmo squirmed and started to giggle again.
"Wanda, stop it, that tickles."
"Oh it does, does it?" she asked deviously, starting to tickle his other side.
"No, Wanda, stop!" he gasped, laughing and trying to wriggle away.
"Nope!" she said cheekily, tickling him harder. Cosmo felt himself getting weaker and weaker, so with one last, desperate effort, he pushed Wanda off him and pinned her down.
"Hah! I win!" he shouted gleefully, and started to tickle her. Wanda could sense the tables had turned against her, so she decided to beg for mercy.
"Cosmo, please, stop, no!" she pleaded between laughs, weakening as Cosmo's fingers brushed over her most ticklish areas.
"What's going on in here?" said a stern voice from the doorway. Cosmo and Wanda immediately stopped their tickle fight and sat up quickly, feeling like two teenagers caught out by their parents. Big Daddy entered the room, scowling.
"Hello Daddy!" said Wanda chirpily. "Uhm, look! Cosmo's home!" They caught each other's eyes and, unable to stop themselves, fell into each other's arms, giggling uncontrollably.
---
When Big Daddy came out of the fish bowl (he hadn't been in there very long), Timmy got the feeling he'd seen something he didn't like. He glanced at Timmy and said "Cosmo's back."
"He is!" squealed Timmy with excitement.
"Oh yes. He's back," said Big Daddy darkly.
"Yay! Can I see him? Can I see him?" asked Timmy, bouncing around the room.
"You might want to leave it a bit, kid. He and Wanda are kind of preoccupied."
"What do you mean?" asked Timmy innocently, bouncing on his bed.
"What?…I mean… oh, just forget it kid. You'll find out when you're older."
It was true Big Daddy had accepted Cosmo as part of his family. Still, it was hard for him to see the green-haired punk wrapped around his daughter. He knew a lot more had happened for Wanda to be pregnant, but it was easier for it to remain a concept in his mind he didn't have to think about, than to have visual proof. He knew Wanda was a grown woman now, and married, but she was still his little girl in his heart, and seeing them that close on the couch… He knew what he'd walked in on was innocent enough, but what about next time? He shuddered at the thought.
Timmy didn't notice it, because Cosmo and Wanda had poofed out of the fishbowl.
"Cosmo!" he shouted happily, throwing himself at his godfather. Cosmo quickly forgot about the awkwardness of the situation as he happily hugged his godchild. Big Daddy and Wanda decided that now would be a good time to talk.
"Daddy, I…"
"Wanda, I…" They smiled at each other.
"You go," prompted Wanda.
"Wanda, I'm… I'm sorry I reacted the way I did just then. I know you're grown up now, but you're still my little girl, and you know how I feel about Cosmo…"
"Actually no I don't," said Wanda, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. "Cosmo was telling me about your talk in the hospital."
"Oh, he mentioned that, did he?" said Big Daddy, scratching his head. "Well, I'm trying, pumpkin, I'm trying. Just give me some time. And speaking of giving…maybe I should give you two some room. I'm sure you'll want to be alone together now that Cosmo's home."
"Really?" asked Wanda disbelievingly. She had thought her father would be so angry he'd insist they sleep in sperate rooms. "Daddy, you don't need to do that. The castle is big enough for all of us. And besides," she continued, narrowing her eyes and looking at her husband wrestling with Timmy on the floor "Cosmo's had his mother stay over before without even telling me."
Cosmo looked up at her, hearing her loud angry tone. "Have I done something wrong? Already?"
"No, Cosmo, never mind," she sighed.
"Are you sure, honey?" he asked.
"Yes, Cosmo, I'm sure!" she snapped. Cosmo shrunk back and hid behind Timmy.
Big Daddy rested a careful hand on her shoulder. "Are you feeling okay, Wanda?"
"Yes, I'm fine!" she yelled, beginning to cry. "Why can't everyone leave me alone? You're all ganging up on me! Just leave me alone!" She poofed into the fishbowl, bawling her eyes out.
"What was that about?" asked Timmy, bemused.
"Oh no, I had a feeling something like this would happen," Big Daddy muttered to himself.
"I know what happened," said Cosmo, starting to get teary himself. "I've done something wrong…I'm not good enough…she's leaving me…" He grabbed Timmy's T-shirt. "She's leaving me, isn't she?" He began to cry, saturating Timmy's shoulder.
"Big Daddy, help!" pleaded Timmy, This was the last thing Cosmo needed after just coming out of hospital.
Big Daddy rolled his eyes, wondering why Wanda had to fall in love with the most over-emotional sap in Fairy World. He flew down to Cosmo and patted him awkwardly on the back. "Wanda isn't leaving you Cosmo. She…she…aww jeez, she loves you a lot. You know she'd never leave. She's told you that, hasn't she?"
"She could've been lying," sniffed Cosmo
"She wasn't lying Cosmo, you know that," said Timmy. He didn't want to lose Cosmo after just getting him back.
"Well then why is she so mad?" he whimpered. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, Cosmo, you didn't do anything to make her act like this," assured Big Daddy. "Except get her pregnant in the first place."
"Huh?" said Cosmo. "But why would that make her mad? She didn't mind when I…"
"Not another word, you little punk," growled Big Daddy.
"Big Daddy, be nice to Cosmo," ordered Timmy. "In fact, I wish you would be nice to him, so hah!"
Glaring at Timmy, Big Daddy raised his wand and the wish was reluctantly granted.
"Now tell us, why is Wanda acting like this?"
Big Daddy sighed. "I had a feeling she would eventually…her mother did…but when she was acting relatively normal…"
"What is it!" yelled Timmy, still comforting Cosmo.
"Boys, I have two words for you," said Big Daddy, looking down at them in a business-like manner. "Mood swings."
Cosmo stopped crying immediately. "Huh?"
"It's the hormones," explained Big Daddy. "It can make some women very…emotional."
"You mentioned something about Wanda's mum," said Timmy. "What about her?"
"I'd better start from the beginning," said Big Daddy as Cosmo and Timmy sat and floated on the floor in front of him. "When Wanda's mother was pregnant with her and Blonda, it was just fine. For the first few months. Then at about the fourth month, things started to change. She would get upset easily, and she'd swing from happy, to loving, to sad, to angry in under a minute on bad days. I've seen some scary things in my time, boys," he said paternally, "but this was something else."
"What did you do? How did you last?" gasped Cosmo.
"I've got another two words for you: Hotel Room. As soon as things became too much, I was out of there."
"That's horrible!" gasped Timmy.
"How do you spell 'hotel'?" asked Cosmo, holding a pen and paper.
Ignoring Cosmo, Timmy said to Big Daddy, "But Wanda is five months pregnant. You said her mum started acting weird after four."
"You're right kid," admitted Big Daddy. "And I think I know why. What's been happening over the past two months?"
"Well, Cosmo's been in hospital in his coma, and…"
"Exactly," said Big Daddy. "Wanda's been so worried about Cosmo…did you hear that Cosmo, that she's been worried about you?…that she hasn't had room for any other emotions."
"But why didn't she stop worrying after I woke up?" asked Cosmo.
"I don't know," admitted Big Daddy. "I guess it's because she wouldn't stop worrying until you were safe at home where she could be with you. And now, she has a whole months' worth of mood swings stored up that are starting to come out now."
"So what do we do?" Cosmo asked fearfully.
"Run. Hide. Or Die," said Big Daddy ominously.
Timmy and Cosmo looked at each other, terror in their eyes.
"Oh, sorry, did I say that?" asked Big Daddy. "I must have gotten lost… Anyway, what do we do? We be there for Wanda when she needs us, and get out of her way when she doesn't."
"Maybe I should go and see if she's okay," said Cosmo, looking thought fully at the fishbowl.
"Trust me, it won't help," insisted Big Daddy.
"Well at least I can try," said Cosmo as he poofed into the castle.
Timmy sighed sadly, looking at the fish bowl into which his godparents had recently vanished.
"What's wrong, kid?" asked Big Daddy, noticing.
"It's just…Cosmo and Wanda. I feel like I hardly know them anymore. First Cosmo changed, and that was really scary. Then he went into hospital, and that was worse, and Wanda wasn't any fun to be around any more. Now she's acting all different…I don't think things will ever be the same again." He wiped away a tear.
"Things probably won't ever be the same again," admitted Big Daddy. "But that's not necessarily such a bad thing."
"How can it not be bad!" shouted Timmy, his sadness turning into anger. "First Cosmo yelled at me, now Wanda's yelling at me, but they probably don't care because I never see them anyway! They were supposed to make my life better!" He started to sob and Big Daddy put a comforting arm around his shoulders.
"That's not really fair Timmy. Of course they care. They couldn't help it when they yelled at you. Whatever happens, just remember they love you, like you're their own child. And you were right, things won't be the same. They can't be; they'll have their own child. But Timmy, did you ever think that could make things better?"
"No," said Timmy sulkily. "And I don't see how."
---
Cosmo was exhausted, and emotionally drained. Wanda had yelled at him nearly all day, and he had to keep on reminding himself that she really loved him. He thought longingly to when he had come home earlier that day, when they had lain together on the couch, laughing and tickling each other. He had missed Wanda so much when he was in hospital, and seeing her like this hurt more than not seeing her at all.
He entered their bedroom and was relieved to see Wanda lying in bed asleep. He quietly flew over and slid in next to her.
"You're taking all the blankets," complained Wanda.
"No, I'm not," said Cosmo defensively. "Look, I have the same amount as usual."
"And now you're over my side," complained Wanda, shoving him roughly away. She drew an imaginary line down the middle of their bed. "That's your side, this is my side. Okay?"
"We never had sides before," said Cosmo sulkily.
"Well we do now," said Wanda, lying down angrily and turning her back on him. Cosmo sighed and lay down too.
"You're taking the blankets again," accused Wanda, yanking them off him and pulling them over to her side.
Cosmo tried not to cry as he floated miserably off the bed. "I'll be out in the fish bowl," he said sadly.
"Fine then! Run away!" Wanda yelled at him as he poofed out of the room.
He reappeared in his fish form in the watery surrounds of the fish bowl. He looked at Timmy sleeping peacefully in his bed and sighed sadly. Cosmo wished he could sleep in his bed, cuddling close to Wanda, just like he'd dreamed of doing all the long lonely time in hospital.
"Welcome home, Cosmo," he said to himself, and he waited for sleep to come.
---
The next morning he woke up, feeling surprised at finding himself in the fishbowl and not in the hospital, until he recalled yesterday. He remembered he was home, but he also remembered Wanda. Maybe she won't be so bad today, he thought hopefully. She never stays mad for long. He watched Timmy wake up and look over at his godfather.
"Morning, Cosmo," he said, yawning and stretching. "Where's Wanda?"
"She kept on yelling at me, so I slept out here last night," he explained. Saying it made him hurt inside, so Cosmo quickly changed the subject. "What are you doing today?"
"I dunno," said Timmy. "Trying to avoid Vicky. She's babysitting today."
"Ooh, bad luck," said Cosmo sympathetically. "Is Big Daddy still going to be your god-parent?"
"I don't know," said Timmy. "He was staying on until you were better, and I guess you're better now."
"I can't wait to start granting your wishes again," said Cosmo. "I miss god parenting."
"I miss you being my god parent," said Timmy. "Big Daddy's okay, but he isn't as much fun as you guys. Though I don't think Wanda would be much fun at the moment either."
Cosmo laughed at that, then immediately felt bad. "I'm going to go find Wanda. Maybe she won't be so angry today."
"Maybe…" said Timmy without much conviction.
Cosmo poofed into the castle, and was going to go to the bedroom, but he found himself floating towards the kitchen. Wanda won't mind if I have something to eat before I go and look for her, he thought as he looked around for something to eat.
---
Cosmo was still sitting in the kitchen when Wanda flew in, wearing a thin negligee.
"Hello, Cosmo," she said, leaning against the door frame.
He looked up and was relieved to see she didn't look like she was about to start yelling at him." Hey, Wanda. You were right, you know; cheese and chocolate isn't to bad... hey, why are you wearing that? Aren't you cold?"
"No Cosmo," she said, batting her lashes at him. "I'm actually feeling pretty...hot."
He looked at her, giving her his full attention. "No, you look pretty cold to me," he said decidedly.
"Well I'm not," she said, sounding a little frustrated.
"I hope you're not coming down with something," said Cosmo, concerned. He waved his wand and poofed up a woolly blanket, which he wrapped around her. "There, isn't that better?"
He expected Wanda to thank him for his thoughtfulness, and say that yes, she was rather cold. Instead, she buried her face in her hands and began to cry. "I'm so fat and ugly, not even my own husband wants to look at me," she sobbed.
"But Wanda, of course you're fat," said Cosmo helpfully. "You're pregnant."
Wanda stopped crying and glared at him. "And it's your fault I'm like this!" she hissed. "I hate you."
"You...you what?" stammered Cosmo, hardly believing what he was hearing.
"I hate you!" she yelled emotionally, and then flew out of the room crying.
Cosmo floated in shock for a few moments. He shakily raised his wand and poofed into Timmy's room.
Timmy and Big Daddy were playing cards. "And that's how you play poker," concluded Big Daddy.
"I don't get why Wanda didn't want me to learn," said Timmy. "It's fun."
"Wanda just said she hated me," wailed Cosmo.
"And now I'm going to teach you how to play so that you win," Big Daddy continued. "Have you ever heard of something called 'sleight of hand'?"
"Wanda just said she hates me!" Cosmo wailed again, a little louder and more emotionally.
"Oh sorry Cosmo, we didn't know we were supposed to pay attention," said Timmy, studying his hand of cards. "Wanda hates you, then?"
"Yes," he sobbed.
"Do you want to explain, or will I?" Timmy asked Big Daddy.
"Knock yourself out, kid," said Big Daddy, intently studying his own hand.
"Hey Wanda!" Timmy yelled loudly. He turned away from his cards. "Watch this, Cosmo."
Wanda appeared out of the fishbowl. "What?" she snapped crankily.
"You seem a little upset. Maybe you'd like some chocolate to cheer you up?"
Wanda started to cry again. "You're just trying to make me fatter, aren't you?" she wailed. "I hate chocolate! And I hate you!" She poofed back into the fishbowl ,still crying.
"I'll take two cards," said Big Daddy calmly, discarding two from his hand.
Cosmo was staring at the fishbowl, his mouth hanging open. "But Wanda loves chocolate," he said, turning to Timmy. "And you! Why would she say that?"
"Because, Cosmo, she's experiencing severe mood swings," explained Big Daddy, picking up two cards from the pile. "Far worse than I guessed."
"Hey Big Daddy, if I get married and have kids, will my wife be as bad as Wanda?" Timmy asked.
"Nah, it's different for fairies; always much worse."
"Oh, that's good," sighed Timmy with relief. Then he said to Cosmo, "Don't take it personally, Cosmo. Just before, Wanda said my hat was stupid, and that she hated everything pink."
Wanda poofed back out of the fishbowl. "What are you two doing?" she snapped, eyeing their card game suspiciously.
"Nothing," said Timmy quickly as Big Daddy poofed it away.
"Now you're lying to me, Timmy? I can't even teach my own god-son not to lie! I'm going to be a terrible parent!" She started sobbing again.
Timmy noticed Cosmo raise his wand to poof somewhere. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"Out," said Cosmo guiltily.
"Coward!" shouted Timmy over the sound of Wanda's wails.
He looked at Wanda and gently put an arm around her. "Wanda, maybe we should have a little talk," he said carefully.
"About what?" she sniffed, looking at him.
"About you. Don't take this the wrong way, but do you think you're over reacting to things?"
Big Daddy was frantically signalling to Timmy to stop talking, but he ignored him.
"What do you mean?" asked Wanda, and Timmy couldn't help but notice the hard edge to her voice.
"I mean, maybe you're being a bit, you know, emotional about things…" he trailed off as he saw her eyes flash dangerously.
"I'm being over emotional?"
"Maybe a bit," said Timmy. "Big Daddy says you are."
She turned to her father. "Daddy, do you think I'm being over emotional?"
Big Daddy shook his head, reluctant to be dragged into the conversation. "Wanda, baby, you aren't…I mean, you're fine, I don't think…"
Wanda cut him off angrily. "Did you ever think that I'm not the problem? Maybe it's you two. Yes, you're the ones with the problem!"
"What?" said Timmy. "Wanda, how…?"
"Don't talk to me Timmy!" yelled Wanda. "Just shut up!" She poofed away angrily, leaving Timmy and Big Daddy in the wake of her fury. Timmy looked at his godparent, completely bemused.
"Was it something I said?"
---
Timmy was asleep in bed late that night when he was woken up by a 'poof' then a thud. He quickly turned on the light and saw Cosmo sitting on the floor, smiling vacantly at him.
"Big Daddy, Cosmo's back!" Timmy yelled, jumping out of his bed and hurrying over to where Cosmo sat.
"Cosmo?" he said anxiously. There seemed to be something not quite right about his god-parent.
"Timmy!" said Cosmo happily, seeming to have having a little trouble focusing on his face.
"Are you okay?" Timmy asked as Big Daddy poofed into the room.
"Yes, I'm fine," Big Daddy answered.
"Not you! Cosmo," said Timmy.
"Oh yeah? And where has my worthless son-in-law been for the past 9 hours? Wanda's been worse than usual."
"Hey, I wished that you had to be nice to Cosmo," complained Timmy, riled at the 'worthless' comment.
"To him. You never said I had to be nice when he wasn't listening. You should have learnt about these loopholes by now."
Timmy gritted his teeth with annoyance, but let it go. There were more important things to be worried about at the moment.
"I don't know where Cosmo's been. He doesn't seem able to talk properly."
Big Daddy noticed Cosmo then, sitting on the floor and swaying slightly. He snorted with disgust then laughed. "Well, at least I know where he's been now."
"Where?" asked Timmy. "Is he okay? Is he sick?"
"Oh no, he's worse," said Big Daddy ominously. "He's sugared."
"He's what now?" asked Timmy.
"Sugared. It happens when a fairy has far too much sugar. When they have a little sugar, it's fine. When they have a lot, they go hyper. Then there's being sugared." He looked down at Cosmo. "He must have had a lot of it to get so uncoordinated. I'm surprised he even got home."
Big Daddy flew down in front of Cosmo and waved a hand in front of his eyes to check his reflexes. Cosmo waved back, giggling. "Hello Daddy."
"Where were you?" Big Daddy asked sternly.
Cosmo shrugged his shoulders. "I was just (hic) having some lemonade and feeling sad. Then I had some (hic) more, and I felt happy. Then I had lots and (hic) lots more!" He stood up wobbling, and collapsed onto Big Daddy, throwing his arms around his neck.
"I love you Daddy," he whispered loudly, slurring his words. "You're (hic) so nice." He hiccuped loudly and closed his eyes, becoming limp. Big Daddy lay him gently on the floor.
"What happened?" asked Timmy, extremely worried.
"He's passed out," explained Big Daddy. "He'll wake up in the morning with a terrible headache, but other than that he'll be fine."
Wanda chose then to poof out of the fishbowl. "What's all the noise about?" she asked crankily. Then she saw Cosmo lying unconscious on the floor, and quickly flew down to him.
"Oh my gosh, Cosmo!" she cried, and pulled him into a tight hug. "What have I done?" she whispered, tears filling her eyes.
"No, Wanda, it's not what it looks like!" Timmy rushed to explain.
"Cosmo's been hitting the lemonade a bit more than he should have," Big Daddy explained
"You mean he's sugared?" said Wanda, dropping Cosmo none-to-gently on the floor, her eyes flashing dangerously. "He's been out having a good time while I've been stuck here miserable?"
"Well, I wouldn't say he's been having a good time…" Timmy began to say, but Big Daddy cut him off quickly.
"It's no good kid. Get out while you still can."
"But…"
"Now!" Big Daddy poofed them and Cosmo out of the room, and Timmy heard a muffled explosion from behind his door. After waiting a minute under Big Daddy's instructions, Timmy tentatively pushed open the door. Inside, his room was charred and smouldering. Wanda was nowhere to be seen.
"Yep," said Big Daddy proudly, surveying the damage. "That's my girl."
Authors Note-Part Two- The Sequel: I made you wait a looooong time for this chapter. I've been super busy on my new story, and this kind of came to a grinding halt for a while. But I've gotten new inspiration, so there'll be lots more of Expectant fun ahead.
Big Thanks to my reviewers. 10! It's phenomenal!
Danny'sGhostGirl: Specialer…I like that word! Sums up my brilliance quite well, I think. ;)
WLiiAfanatic: Awww, stop it, I'm blushing! What can I say, I love writing Cosmo and Wanda fluff!
SashaJay: I'm glad you think waiting a long time for chapters is a good thing! Because mate, you are going to love me. I thought it would be a good idea for Cosmo to explain what he was thinking and going through during his SMPR. Kind of get it from his POV.
Trixie21: Oh, man, so nice! I'm glad you thought chapter 7 was so great! I actually thought it would be one of the least popular ones, but guess I was wrong! I loved having Wanda poof in on Big Daddy's poker game; I thought it would be a very mobster-like thing to have happen. And I thought it was about time Cosmo was accepted by Big Daddy. It just seemed like the next thing to have happen! Alas, Mama Cosma will still be around, and will have no intention of accepting Wanda.
Batkid1: Define 'soon'…
Commander: Yep, I thought people would like Wanda and Cosmo's 'special moment' in the hospital, and I guess you're one of them! And I'm so glad I had Big Daddy finally accepting Cosmo… I hope you'll like my other chapters just as much!
Blue Eyes Shining Dragon: Ahh, my biggest positive critic. I'll have to try hard to keep the 'humour, tension, romance, and fun' going! But I think I've got it down. I hope I have, any way. You'd tell me if I didn't, right?
ravengal: I'm glad you think my characters are so 'in character'. I always read over what I've written and think "Now, would they really say that? And how would they say it?" Labour intensive, but it obviously seems to work!
Soneka the Hedgehog: What do you think I think I'm thinking? I'm confused! I don't think I think what you think I'm thinking, but then I don't know what you're thinking!
Quandtuniverse: That's okay, I forgive you! Welcome aboard! It's funny you should mention mistakes, because just a few days before I got your review, I was actually re-reading, for the first time, my story as it is posted on this site. I had to restrain myself from screaming at all the stupid mistakes I found. I hope you don't all think I'm an illiterate writer who relies on spellcheck for everything, because I'm not. I just tend to skip over things when I'm re-reading it to check for mistakes (reading my stuff after I've just typed it out is bo-ring). Anyway, thanks for reviewing, and I hope you'll stick with my story!
So that's it for now, until I manage to churn out the next chapter, which I swear I am writing. Until then, keep reviewing!