ZADR Orange Chapter 147

Warnings: Extreme OOCness

Rating: M for later chapters

Disclaimer: We do not own Invader Zim, nor any of the characters from it. We do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Zim: Notgonnadie

Dib: Me

Enjoy. =3

Smiling when Dib seemed to relax finally, Zim broke the kiss at the hybrid's words before helping him over to the tub, turning off the gel before helping Dib into it, himself following soon after him.

Once in the tub, Dib waited for Zim to get in as well before reclining back in it, part of his belly poking out through the surface. "I'm getting so...big..." he poked his belly, causing one of the smeets to shift inside of him, a flutter of movement beneath his skin.

Zim smiled and nuzzled him, resting a hand on his belly. "That's good though." he said, happy that their development seemed to be on track thus far.

Dib looked up at Zim. "You never told me why you wanted a boy so badly. Is it because you were planning on doing something with a boy that you can't do with a girl?" he asked, curious now about why Zim kept insisting upon wanting their smeets to be male.

Zim shrugged. "I…just find it easier to deal with males than females…Females are scary..." he shuddered, thinking back to all the past encounters he'd had with those of the opposite sex.

"But Rose is a female, and she's not scary..." Dib brought down both of his hands now to place on his belly. "Are you afraid that I might give birth to a female? I'm not exactly the one responsible here for the sex of the babies. The father is. The mother only carries half of their genetic code though. The father's the one who contributes the other half that determines the sex of the baby." he said, recalling that information from their past sex ed class at school.

Zim bit his lip at the question and nodded his head a little. "I'm afraid they might end up like some of the Irken females I've met in the past..." he said, knowing from experience how violent the females of his species could get at times.

"Are...females on your planet born bad or something? Would you completely hate it if I gave birth to females...?"

"Well, no…And definitely not. I'll love them no matter what the gender... Females are rare to begin with on Irk though, so they end up being pretty violent like Tak is...But I'm not sure if that's inherited or built-in as they grow..."

"So...All the females you've ever met on your planet are violent? And you've never met a non-violent one?"

"Well, I've only ever met two..."

"You've only met two Irken females in your entire life?! Then who was the other female? And are they really THAT rare? I mean...To think you've only ever met only two females of your own species..."

"Well, I am an invader, Dib. I never really meshed with the rest of society a lot...It was Tak and Tenn."

After a moment, Dib looked back down at his stomach, running his hands soothingly over the surface of his skin. "...Then you can't make any assumptions about these smeets...If any of them are female, you can't just assume that they'll grow up violent...Just because the two females you met were violent, that doesn't mean ours will be if we have any..." he said with a confident nod that that wouldn't be the case.

"I know...I'm just worried they will be though…I'm not exactly the easiest person to get along with either…What if they end up like me?"

Reaching up his hands to cup Zim's face, Dib pulled the other forward to kiss gently on the lips. "You're not THAT bad, Zim. They'll be fine, even if they do end up like you...Being like you isn't a bad thing. After all, you're the one I fell in love with..." he kissed Zim again to emphasize his point.

Blushing and holding Dib's hand up against his face, Zim smiled a little at those words.

"Besides...I thought you would have WANTED them to inherit some of your almighty Zimness." Dib laughed, licking the Irken's lips playfully.

Pouting at the others teasing, Zim blushed, embarrassed. "Well…Perhaps Zim's Zimminess should not pass on." he said before folding his arms and looking the other way.

"And why not? Don't you like yourself? I mean, you're smart, you're strong, and...You're really sweet." Dib kissed Zim's cheek gently.

Grinning, Zim hugged Dib tightly. "You feed Zim's ego too much." he said though didn't necessarily complain about it.

"But it's true! If our smeets turned out anything like you, I'd be really happy! Or maybe each one will inherit at least one of those traits I mentioned from you..."

Sighing, Zim smiled and nuzzled Dib. "And what about you?" he asked, really preferring the smeets took more after Dib than they did himself.

"Hmm?" Dib blinked up at Zim almost blankly. "Me? Well, I umm...I guess there's a chance they might get my...umm...hair...?" he tried to think of what they might inherit from him, though he honestly didn't know.

Zim laughed a little. "Maybe your sheepishness? Or your stick-to-it-iveness."

Dib blushed at Zim's words before pouting a bit. "What's that supposed to mean? Those don't sound like very good traits. And what do you mean by 'stick-to-it-iveness?'" he wasn't sure whether he liked the sound of that as he puffed out his cheeks a bit more.

"Well, you don't give up very easily, Dib. You'll stick with something till the job is done."

"Or at least until I fall in love with the thing I'm trying to prove exists..." Dib sighed, looking away. "You...were my entire life from the time I was eleven...I couldn't just give up on you...Even if I had wanted to, I wouldn't have been able to..." he then said, having been too obsessed with the other back then to ever stop in his quest of exposing the other.

Zim smiled and kissed him. "I'm glad you didn't." he spoke against the others lips before pulling away with a small smirk on his face.

"I-I'm glad I didn't too..." Dib closed his eyes at the kiss, blushing as he opened them once again to look at the Irken. "But you're the same way...You don't just give up because somebody tells you you can't do something. You keep trying and trying until you succeed." he dropped his gaze back down to his belly, his eyelids slipping halfway closed. "That's a trait I'd like our smeets to have...Of course, they'd always have our support in anything they do..." he said as he lifted his eyes back up to gaze at Zim.

Zim smiled and nuzzled him, shifting in the warm goo. "Yes..." he agreed with a nod, just wanting their smeets to be happy and healthy.

"...And maybe...They'll do great things..." Dib sighed out dreamily, leaning down to rest a cheek against his belly, a flutter of movement his reward.

Wanting to feel the smeets move, Zim smiled and nuzzled his belly as well.

"They sure do kick a lot. Or maybe it's just one of them. I can't really tell, but there always seems to be at least one of them moving around. Do you think it's because they're uncomfortable in there?" Dib asked, poking at his belly.

"Well, there are three of them crammed in there. But then again, maybe they are just really active."

"I just hope they're not kicking this much on the way out." Dib smoothed his hand over his belly, more than a little bit nervous about the upcoming delivery.

A/N: And there you have it for Chapter 147. =3 Until next time~