Disclaimer- As hard as it is to believe, I don't own FOP.

Authors Note-I'm so glad everyone liked the last chapter. There's a nice bit of paranoia and worry wasted! This chapter's fairly moot. Some parts I am really not happy with, some parts I love.

Wanda woke up, yawned, and stretched. She rubbed her tummy and felt the baby push almost playfully back. She grinned and flew out of bed. That's when her morning took a turn for the worst. Instead of casually floating over to the door, Wanda found herself on the floor. She sat in shock for a few moments before trying to fly again. Nothing happened. She concentrated really hard and managed to hover a few inches, but it was so exhausting she soon stopped.

"Cosmo!" she yelled.

"Hey Wanda," he said cheerfully, flying into the room. "Why are you on the floor?"

Wanda bit back the sarcastic comment her hormones were screaming at her to say and said pleasantly "Remember how Dr Oyfele said I wouldn't be able to fly?"

"Yeah," said Cosmo slowly.

"Well it's started. I can't fly anymore."

"Not even a little bit?" asked Cosmo.

"No, Cosmo, not even a little bit," she snapped, standing up and stalking towards the door.

"Wow, you seem kind of cranky," said Cosmo helpfully, following her.

"Yes Cosmo, I'm a little cranky," she said through gritted teeth.

"Are you having your mood swings again?" he asked curiously.

"No Cosmo I'm not!" she yelled. Cosmo quickly flew out of her reach and hovered, watching her. Wanda glared at him, before her gaze softened. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She opened her eyes and smiled at Cosmo.

"Sorry honey. I'm just a little upset that I can't fly any more. I didn't know it'd happen this soon."

Cosmo flew cautiously down to her level. "So, you'll stop yelling?"

"Yes Cosmo, I'll stop yelling."

"Oh good," he said with a relieved smile. "Come on Wanda, let's go out to Timmy." Wanda changed herself into her clothes as he poofed them into Timmy's room. Wanda smiled happily for a moment before crying out in panic and grabbing Cosmo tightly.

"Wanda…let…go…" he gasped.

"You poofed me up in midair, you idiot!" she yelled.

"You said you'd stop yelling!" he shouted.

"I'm sorry!" she shouted back. Cosmo lowered her to the ground and Wanda carefully found her footing. "I mean, I'm sorry," she said calmly, offering him a small smile.

She didn't get to see his return smile because a pillow came flying through the air, knocking her over.

"You guys woke me up," muttered Timmy, glaring blearily at Cosmo. He blinked and looked again. "Where's Wanda?" he asked. Cosmo grimaced and pointed at the ground.

Timmy looked where he was pointing and saw Wanda picking herself up from underneath his pillow. "Wanda? What are you doing on the floor?"

Wanda glared at him and threw his pillow hard on the ground. "Because, Timmy," she said through clenched teeth. "I can't fly anymore, because I'm pregnant, and I'm not very happy about it."

Ohhhh," said Timmy with sudden understanding. "Are you having your mood…?"

"No I'm not!" she snapped angrily. "I'm just not very happy right now." She sighed. "I think I'll go back to bed for a bit. Maybe if I get up again, the day will be better." Cosmo and Timmy watched as Wanda disappeared into the castle.

"Poor Wanda," said Timmy, looking into the fishbowl. "This pregnancy thing must be really hard."

"Yeah. I wish there was something we could do for her," said Cosmo thoughtfully.

"Like what?" asked Timmy curiously.

"Like, I don't know, something to cheer her up."

"Like a party?" suggested Timmy with a grin.

Cosmo thought about it for a few seconds, then started to grin himself. "Yeah! A party! Great idea Timmy!"

"And we can give her presents!" continued Timmy.

"Presents for the baby!" said Cosmo excitedly. "She'll be so happy! I'm going to go tell her!"

"No!" shouted Timmy, grabbing Cosmo's arm before he could poof away. "It'd be better if it was as surprise party."

"I guess you're right," admitted Cosmo.

"Of course I am," said Timmy. "Now, we've got to start planning this…"

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Three days later, Cosmo was floating in Timmy's room, on the verge of hysterics.

"Timmy!" he said urgently, grabbing his godson by the shoulders. "Wanda's out of the way, right?"

"Yes Cosmo, I promise you she won't come back until we're ready-ish. I wished it that way."

"Mr Whiskers?" asked Cosmo.

"Mr Whiskers," confirmed Timmy.

"Okay, good, Wanda's gone, good…"

"Oh, you've finally come around to my way of thinking!" said Mama Cosma happily. Cosmo looked quickly at his mother and father-in-law; he'd rallied them up to help him prepare for the party. He tried to prevent himself from hyperventilating as he gave them their orders.

"Daddy, you do decorations. Mama, you're in charge of food."

"All right Cosmo-lo-lo," agreed Mama Cosma cheerfully. "Just one question; are there any foods Wanda doesn't like? Any that she might, oh, I don't know, have a reaction to and die?"

"I'll do food," volunteered Big Daddy, and they both poofed into the fishbowl.

"And what do I do?" asked Timmy.

"Timmy, you've got to keep Wanda busy when she comes back!" said Cosmo frenetically.

"How?" asked Timmy.

"I don't know! Just keep her out of the castle!" Cosmo poofed quickly back into the fishbowl, leaving Timmy to wonder how he was going to keep Wanda preoccupied. He didn't have long to think, however, as Wanda poofed up in his room.

"Wanda!" he called chirpily, jumping in front of her and grinning. "Why aren't you with Mr Whiskers!"

"Hi Timmy," she said. "Because that cat is vicious, and I learn from the past." She smothered a yawn. "Man, I'm tired. I just want to go into the castle and sleep…"

"No!" said Timmy quickly, grabbing her arm and holding her in place.

"Wha…? Timmy, why not?"

"Because…" Timmy began to say, looking desperately around his room for an excuse. "Because I… I want to play a game."

"Timmy, can't Cosmo play with you?"

"No," said Timmy firmly. "Cosmo is… uhm, he's busy."

"But Timmy, I'm…"

"Please?" asked Timmy, opening his eyes wide and giving her the most adorable look he could muster.

"Alright Timmy," sighed Wanda. "What do you want to play?"

"Uhm…" Timmy looked around the room, trying to find something that would keep Wanda busy for a while. "How about…hide and seek.'

"Okay," agreed Wanda. After all, it didn't seem too hard.

"But I wish I was the size of an amoeba!" added Timmy. "And you have to try and find me in your normal size!"

Wanda sighed as she granted the wish. Timmy shrunk down until she couldn't see him anymore, and Wanda poofed up a microscope, starting to scrutinise the floor where she'd seen him last.

She was so involved in what she was doing, she didn't hear the footsteps on the landing outside until it was the late. Timmy's door opened with a crash, and a startled Wanda quickly turned into a pink sock, lying unmoving on the floor.

"Hey Timmy!" said his parents cheerfully, as they strode into the room. Wanda flinched with each step they took. Please let amoebas survive being stood on, she silently begged. But her problems were added to as Mr Turners heavy feet slowly made their way towards her. Please don't stand on me, please don't stand on me…

"Where is Timmy?" asked Mrs Turner, looking around his room.

"Well, unless he shrunk down to the size of a single-celled organism, he obviously isn't here," said Mr Turner, continuing his slow walk towards Wanda.

Wanda watched him approach with dread. She had been stood on and sat on and kicked around often enough in her time as a god-parent, but now was totally different. She was pregnant now. If he stood on her, it could do untold damage to the baby she was carrying. But could she risk moving? Timmy's parents were pretty clueless, but even they would probably notice if a sock on the floor suddenly changed into a goldfish in a bowl.

Why didn't I change into a goldfish in the first place? she asked herself as Mr Turner's shoes got steadily closer. She watched apprehensively as suddenly a black sole appeared above her. Everything seemed to slow down to half it's normal speed as her mind raced. Could she risk it? Should she? It was a choice between her child or her godchild. Her unborn baby or Timmy. Her heart was torn; she didn't know what to do. As the shoe slowly came down on top of her, some instinct forced her into a decision. She closed her eyes tight and poofed into the fishbowl.

"Honey, look!" Wanda heard Mrs Turner exclaim.

She kept her eyes scrunched up; her gamble had back fired. She had been seen by Timmy's parents, and she didn't think even the internet excuse could save them now. Timmy would be miserable if they left, and so would Cosmo. Would he blame her for this, and would he hate his child even more? Maybe she could beg with Jorgen, try to convince him there was nothing else she cold have done, convince him they shouldn't have to leave…

"Timmy has a Monopoly game!" said Mrs Turner excitedly.

Timmy would never get to see the baby, and he was as much part of their family as…what? Wanda opened one eye cautiously, and saw Mrs Turner pull out the game from Timmy's cupboard.

"It looks a little singed…" said Mr Turner, eyeing it distastefully.

"Oh, it'll be fine. We can still play!"

"But I hate Monopoly!" protested Mr Turner. "You always win."

"You shouldn't be such a sore loser," chastised Mrs Turner as she dragged her husband out of the room.

Wanda was almost light-headed with relief. Her cover hadn't been blown, and she had escaped with no harm done to herself or the baby. It had been dangerously close though.

"Hey, Wanda!" said Cosmo cheerily, appearing next to her. "Come into the castle!"

"What?" said Wanda, surprised by his happy tone when disaster had been so imminent. "Why?"

"I have a surprise for you," he explained and, grabbing her fin, poofed her into the castle.

"Cosmo, what's going on? Why is everything all dark?"

"Ready everyone? 1...2...3...now!" The lights suddenly turned on and a crowd of fairies shouted 'surprise!'. Wanda gasped, looking at the wall in front of her which Cosmo had accidentally left her in front of. She quickly spun around and saw a room full of beaming fairies.

"Cosmo, what is all this?" asked Wanda, smiling with pleasant surprise, her stress and tiredness forgotten.

"It's a surprise party for you and the baby," he explained with a grin. "We wanted to cheer you up, so Timmy thought of this. He kept you out of the way while we got it ready."

"Thank you Cosmo!" said Wanda gleefully, throwing herself at him in a giant hug. "This is great! And thank you Timmy! Timmy?" She looked around and gasped with horror. "Timmy!" She quickly poofed out of the castle without a word of explanation. Reappearing in Timmy's room, Wanda quickly waved her wand, and Timmy sprung up from the ground. "Sorry about that sport," she apologised. "I guess I forgot about you, what with one thing and another…"

"Does that mean Cosmo's already shown you the party?" he asked with a touch of annoyance. When Wanda nodded he scowled. "I told him to wait for me!"

"Don't worry Timmy," said Wanda with a smile. "He said you were the one that thought of the party. That was really sweet of you."

"Yeah, well…" said Timmy with a bashful grin, shuffling his feet and looking at the ground.

"Come on," said Wanda, walking over to him. "We've got a party to get to." Taking his hand, she poofed them both back into the castle.

"There you are Wanda!" said Cosmo happily, seeing her reappear. "Where did you go?"

"I had to get Timmy," she explained. "But now we're all here, the party can begin!"

"Yay!" cheered Cosmo and Timmy.

"Presents first!" yelled Cosmo, and all the invited fairies crowded around a delighted Wanda. Cosmo had thought to invite most of her friends from Fairy World, and even though they'd been surprised to hear from 'the idiot', they'd been more than happy to go baby shopping for her. Wanda unwrapped toys and clothes (Cosmo liked the toys best), each one making her grin widen. Finally, when all her friends had given her their presents, and there was a healthy pile of opened gifts at her side, Timmy stepped forward with his own lumpy package.

"See, look Wanda, I got you a present and I made it all myself," he said proudly. Wanda took it and opened it.

"Oh Timmy, I don't know what to say…" That wasn't as true as much as she didn't actually know what it was. It was a lumpy, woolly, poorly knitted…thing.

"I learnt how to knit just for you, Wanda," he said, grinning from ear to ear.

"I helped too," added Cosmo. "But we didn't use magic at all."

"I can hardly tell," said Wanda, admiring it. "Timmy, it's great."

"I even knitted it in pink, because I know it's your favourite colour," said Timmy. "I thought the baby would like a hat. Or a blanket. I can't figure out which one it looks like more."

"Timmy, I'm sure the baby will love it," said Wanda, hugging him tightly.

"I got you a present too," said Big Daddy, stepping forward. "Mama Cosma and I put our resources together and got both of you a present for the baby."

"Coo-el!" chirruped Cosmo. "I get the present too?"

"Of course you do," said Mama Cosma. "I wouldn't give anything just to Wanda."

"You'll both like it," said Big Daddy, guiding them out of the lounge room and down the corridor, Timmy and Wanda's friends following behind them.

"What is it Daddy?" asked Wanda.

"You'll see," he said with a mysterious smile. They continued to fly and walk down the passageway and came to a stop outside a door next to Cosmo and Wanda's bedroom.

"Close your eyes," said Big Daddy. "Cosmo! Stop peeking!"

Big Daddy and Mama Cosma pushed open the door and led their children into the room.

"Okay…open your eyes."

Wanda opened her eyes and gasped with delight at what she saw. The room, previously unused, had been converted into a nursery for the baby. Everything they could need was in there. A cot, for the baby to sleep in. A big, comfy chair to sit in with the baby. Plus numerous other odds and ends to generally make life easier.

"Daddy, this is…this is…thank you," said Wanda, looking around her with wide-eyed delight. The fairies out in the passageway floated in and began admiring everything in sight.

"It's a bedroom for the baby!" said Cosmo. "Mama, this is great!"

"Only the best for my Cosmo-lo-lo and his little baby," she crooned, lovingly stroking his hair.

"How did you do all this?" asked Wanda, still in raptures.

"With Mama Cosma's willingness to spend money and my business contacts, it was easy," explained Big Daddy.

"Timmy, did you know about this?" asked Wanda.

"Of course," he explained with a smug smile. "I was the one in charge of getting you two out of the way while they did it."

Wanda hugged Timmy and Big Daddy while Cosmo hugged his mother. "This is such a relief to know this is done," said Wanda, still looking around her with a wide grin. "This party is great!"

"It's not over yet," said Cosmo, wriggling out of his mothers' grip. "You've still got my present."

"You got me a present?" she asked.

"Of course I did," he said, holding her hand and pulling her out of the nursery. The rest followed him as he led her back to the party.

"I was doing some reading…"
"You were?" said Wanda. "That's great honey!"
"Yeah, I know," said Cosmo, beaming with pride. "But there's more. I was doing some reading on the internet and I read about what was good for babies."

Wanda grinned at him; this present was getting better and better.

"And I read that listening to Mozart can be good for them…so I brought Mozart here."

He pointed to a confused looking young man was sitting at a grand piano.

"Cosmo, you mean you pulled one of the most important musical geniuses of all time out of his time period just to play for me at a party?"

"Yes," muttered Cosmo.

Wanda grinned and threw herself at Cosmo in a huge hug. She was ecstatic at what he had done. This was one of the signs she was desperately hoping for. That Cosmo actually cared about the baby. He had gone out of his way to make a huge and uncharacteristically mature effort for her.

With Wanda still holding him tightly, Cosmo pointed at the prodigy sitting at the piano and said, "Play it again, Amadeus!"

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Cosmo was in the baby's bedroom, staring unseeingly into the cot. The party had long since finished, and a truth was starting to sink into his head. Here was a physical sign that something would be invading their lives. It felt like it was invading already. He sighed sadly and flew over to play with some building blocks. How would he ever get to sleep if the baby was sleeping right next door? It would cry and wake him up, and then he would have to get out of bed for it…

He knocked over the tower he'd been building angrily, and watched the blocks scatter over the floor. The baby even got cooler toys than he did. He magicked them all back to him and started again. What about when Wanda got up for the baby? Would she have any time for him anymore? What about when he woke up from a nightmare, like the ones where he was drowning in a vat of pudding, and Wanda was too busy with the baby to comfort him?

He knocked over the tower again, and it made him feel a little better. He looked around the room; all this was for the baby. Everything seemed to be for the baby. If he tried to hug Wanda tightly; "Don't Cosmo, it could hurt the baby." If he wanted to wrestle with her; "I can't Cosmo, it could hurt the baby."

Everything would always be about the baby now. He thought back through the 9895 years of baby-free happiness he and Wanda had enjoyed and suddenly appreciated it a lot more. Those had been the days; care-free, no babies, no kids…

Wait, what was he thinking? Of course there were kids. Thousands of them over thousands of years, each of their godkids. He loved all of them and, despite the occasional mistake, he had been a good fairy godparent. So what made this baby so different? None of their godkids had interfered with his and Wanda's relationship before; so why should the baby be any different?

The truth was, Cosmo took Wanda's love for granted. It didn't matter if he found other girls (or sometimes guys) attractive; Wanda would always be there, loving him. It didn't matter if he sometimes made comments about her weight; she would always be there, loving him. It didn't matter if he called her naggy; she would always be there, loving him. He took for granted that Wanda loved him, and he couldn't imagine that love ever ending. That was why he was so jealous when Juandissimo appeared on the scene. Suddenly he had a rival for Wanda's love that he had taken for granted as belonging exclusively to him. It was the same with the baby. He didn't want to share Wanda with it. All the love and attention that wasn't being given to their god children should be given to him, and no one else.

He stacked the blocks up once more, trying to see how high he could get them before they fell over. He stacked up six, then seven, and was disappointed when they didn't fall over. His foot kicked out and sent the blocks skittering over the floor.

"Whoops," he said with a satisfied grin.

"Having fun sweetie?" asked a voice from the door.

"Yeah," he answered, looking up as Wanda walked over to him.

Wanda looked at the blocks with worry. Cosmo usually played with blocks when he was upset about something. When she'd told him his pet iguana had died, he'd poofed up a whole heap of stone blocks and played around with them for two days. He'd forgotten what he was upset about after that, and had just left them standing in the middle of a field. Wanda would have loved to see the look on all those archaeologists faces if they knew who had really created Stonehenge.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, sitting next to Cosmo as he stacked his blocks up once more.

"Nah, I'm okay," he said with an unconvincing smile.

"Are you sure honey? You can talk about it, if you want."

Cosmo shook his head stubbornly. "No, I can't. You've got enough to worry about. I can't tell you my stuff too."

"Oh, honey, of course you can. I'll always be here for you to talk to, no matter what." She forced him to look up at her. "You can tell me anything Cosmo. I'll always be here for you."

Cosmo looked deep into her eyes, and there was such conviction in them, he immediately felt assured. He grinned at Wanda, as his own eyes cleared of worry.

"Then I guess I'm really okay now. Let's go to bed, Wanda. That party tired me out."

"Good idea honey," said Wanda as she stood up. "But could you do me one favour first?"

"What?"

"Poof Mozart back to his time period. I think he's starting to panic."