Welp, I'm so obsessed, and I don't freaking care! I'm gonna finish this story and move on to the other BATMM stories I have in my mind! XD
Enjoy!
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It had been 6 months since Pickle and Crusher found out they were going to be parents. The whole Pickle Family was so happy and excited that they practically threw a surprise baby shower at them by 2 months. Crusher was so surprised that he stumbled back and nearly knocked the stack of presents over. Pickle had laughed while helping him up.
Crusher was very protective for the past 6 months. No, protective wasn't strong enough for a word to describe how he was acting. He was very, VERY OVERprotective. Whenever they drove around together, publicly and/or privately, he'd always look around cautiously, eyes narrowed to make sure no one would DARE to harm or even go near his lover or his child.
Pickle didn't mind it, though. He was a little body-shamed because of his condition. His stomach had grown and made him look larger than average, so he usually hid himself behind Crusher's larger frame, making sure no one noticed how he looked. There had been a time where a group of jerks came and called him fat. His mood swings made him cry back home.
Needless to say, the jerks were later in Gabby's for repairs, and it may or may not be because of the Smasher Bot that Crusher sent after them.
Everyone would be suspicious why Pickle was suddenly gaining weight and was suddenly looking... larger than usual. They would ask him, and Pickle would joke around that he was only eating more and more and that he was just getting healthy. If anyone dared to ask Crusher, he would yell at them for commenting such a thing.
But no one seemed to realize their relationship slowly being revealed, nor did they notice the child growing in Pickle's stomach...
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It was soon a bright spring day. Pickle and Crusher's morning went on as usual, only with extra care and more vigilance. And for that afternoon, Crusher decided to go on a picnic.
"A picnic?" Pickle's eyes lit up at the idea. "REALLY?!"
"Totally!" Crusher nodded, holding a picnic basket with one tire. "All with your favorite food!"
"Yay!" Pickle cheered. "What's the occasion?"
"Just... feeling up to it, today," Crusher smiled as he led them both to the door.
"What about... getting seen by anyone we know?" Pickle asked, mood switching to worry.
"Don't worry, Pickle, I chose a spot near the lake but hidden from anyone else," Crusher kissed his head before opening the door. "We can have our picnic date without having the worry of anyone seeing us or even discovering 'us', for that matter,"
"Oh, okay," Pickle beamed as he drove behind the dark blue truck.
They were about to head over to the park when a familiar horn rang across the street. Crusher groaned.
"Great..."
"Hi, Blaze! Hi, AJ!" Pickle did his lover a favor and turned to greet the red truck and his driver in behalf of them.
"Hey, Pickle! Hey, Crusher!" Blaze greeted back as he came to a stop in front of them. "Where are you two off to?"
"On a picnic!" Pickle grinned and grabbed the basket from the other's tire. "It's such a beautiful day, so I thought, 'hey! Why not go on a picnic with my best friend?', so I did!"
"Cool!" AJ gave them a smile. "Can we join?"
Crusher was ready to reject, but Pickle stopped him with a tire and a wink. He then turned to the duo and shook his head.
"Maybe next time," he said. "I've only got enough food for two. Sorry,"
"It's alright, Pickle," Blaze nodded. "We gotta get to Darington for his stunt practice," He then turned to leave. "See ya guys later!"
"BYE!" Pickle waved them goodbye.
Crusher sighed in relief as they left. "Thanks, honey,"
"No problem," Pickle hugged the other. "Now let's get to our picnic date!"
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To say Crusher was nervous was an understatement. He had planned everything, from the beginning of the picnic until the end. The end, of course, had two paths to take, depending on Pickle's answer, but it was all planned.
Then why was he still trembling like a wind-up toy?
"Crusher, are you okay?"
Said dark blue truck snapped out of his worried-filled thoughts and turned to see the green stuck looking up at him with concern. Crusher blinked at him before nodding.
"Y-Yeah! I... I'm fine," he offered him a smile. "I'm great! Don't worry about me,"
"If you're sure..." Pickle didn't look convinced, but he turned away and grabbed some food to eat anyway.
Crusher sighed in relief and drove back a bit to get some distance. Once he was sure Pickle wasn't looking, he turned to take out a small box from his pouch and onto his tire.
"Sunset..." he reminded himself as he took a deep breath. "Ready at sunset..."
"Hey, Crusher!" he turned back to see the green truck munching on a large pie. "Mm! This is SO good! You gotta try it!"
"Coming!" the dark blue truck placed back the box in his pounch before driving over to his lover. "The pie is really good? It's cherry pie with chocolate syrup and whipped cream... just the way you like it,"
"I LOVE it!" Pickle licked his lips, stuffing his mouth with more pie.
Crusher smiled and snuggled up to the other with one tire while munching on his own slice on the other tire. He stared down his lover lovingly, not even bothering to care if the green truck was beginning to eat more than him. His thoughts were elsewhere.
Pickle seemed to notice his absence of mind and frowned. "Crusher?"
"Hmm?" Crusher was still dazed, but he managed to look down at him.
"Are you SURE you're okay?" Pickle tilted his head.
"Hmm? Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Crusher nodded and kissed his forehead. "I'm great,"
"Really?" Pickle raised an eyebrow. "You seem a little... overaffectionate today... not that I don't like it! It's just... I'm not used to it, that's all,"
"Just... feel affectionate today, that's all," Crusher nuzzled against his lover.
Pickle chuckled and nuzzled back. He prepared to close his eyes when something bright caught his attention in the sky. He popped his eyes open and gasped, pulling away to point up at the sky.
"Crusher, look! The sun is setting!"
'Oh no, ALREADY?!' Crusher gulped, his whole body tensing. 'Okay, OKAY, Crusher. CALM DOWN. You can DO this!'
With a deep breath, he took out the box from his pouch and rubbed it in both tires. He let out a shaky breath and cleared his throat.
"Um, Pickle?"
"Hmm?" Pickle turned back to him with the brightest smile the dark blue truck has ever seen.
Crusher took another deep breath and opened the box to reveal a tire ring, golden and filled with tiny diamonds and emeralds. Pickle gasped, eyes widening in surprise.
"Oh, Crusher..."
"Pickle, my love, my emerald, the source of happiness in my life," Crusher began with the softest, most loving smile the green truck has ever seen in his lover's face. "We've been together for so long, and you've always been there for me... even when I don't deserve your company. Even when I don't deserve... you. I am lucky to be with you, Pickle. You are the one that keeps me going, every day and every night. You are my brightest star, the only one who can bare with me and can love me more than any stranger we've met. For that, I'm grateful. Very, VERY grateful. I would be the happiest monster machine in ALL of Axle City if you accepted to be my one and only lover... forever,"
"Crusher..." Pickle was crying by now, tears of happiness as he wiped them with his tires. "Yes! Yes, Yes, YES! I WILL marry you!"
Crusher beamed. He slowly slid the tire ring into the other's tire, the gold tire ring glistening under the light of the sunset. He then took Pickle into his tires and proceeded to kiss him to infinity.
Their lives had now taken another step forward.
