Day 14:

The house Dipper, Pacifica Stan, and Ford shared in Maryland wasn't really much to look at. To be perfectly honest they didn't spend a lot of time there. They only used it for when they were in between expeditions and Gravity Falls. Ford was currently trying to set up an internship program with Lone Gate so they could just stay at Gravity Falls whenever they weren't at sea. The plan was to have students of the paranormal program come spend a semester studying all the weird creatures and phenomenon of the quirky small town.

Though no one had outright opposed the idea, it was taking a while to get off the ground: mostly because of the four of them Ford was the only one who actually had a college degree. Dipper was working on his online through Lone Gate, and was almost through, but it was highly doubtful they'd get the "go ahead" with their planned program until after he'd graduated. So, they were stuck crashing at the Maryland house until then.

Pacifica hoped to one day get her college degree as well, but she was waiting until Dipper had finished his. Just having one of them in college was stressful enough, and since he had already started his studies before they even got together, it was only fair for him to go ahead and finish up before she started. He was currently doing homework now, chewing the ends of his pencils into shreds as he read through his textbooks that he had scattered all over their bed. It was times like these when Pacifica could still see traces of the nerdy little kid she'd first met all those years back. It made her smile as she stepped into a pair of work out shorts, and pulled a sports bra over her head.

"I'm gonna head over to the gym, babe," she told him as she reached over for her tank top when she stopped. He bra felt tight. She looked down at her chest and then looked at herself in the mirror.

"Weird," she mutter to herself as she loosened her straps a bit. This bra hadn't been that tight last time she wore it. Maybe it just shrank in the wash.

"Okay, have fun, be safe," Dipper replied as he highlighted a paragraph on the blood moon's effects on ghouls. "You got any cash?"

"No, but I'm not planning on going-"

"Here," Dipper pulled a 20 dollar bill out of his pocket. "Just in case something happens."

"Thanks, Love," Pacifica grinned as she took the bill from him and gave him a quick kiss goodbye. "Don't study to hard."

"I make no promises," Dipper grinned as he returned to his homework.

Pacifica giggled as she made her way outside and to one of the two vans the University lent to them when on stateside. She stifled a yawn as she drove her way to the gym. She shook her head to rid herself of her sleepiness. Normally she'd be wide awake at this hour, but she supposed she was just having a slow morning.

She made her way inside, signed in at the front desk, and began to do her stretches. A few of the other members waved at her. She wasn't exactly a regular at this gym (being that she was constantly gone at sea) but she did make a point to come workout whenever she was in town. Afterall, staying in shape was important when you could be chased by ghosts, goblins, or monsters on any given day. After she felt she was fully limber she hopped on a treadmill to run a mile. This was something she did on the regular, though today things were a bit different.

Only five minutes or so into it she began to feel a tight pain in her side. She tried to power through it but it got worse. She stopped the treadmill to take a short break as she rubbed her side.

I haven't had side pains from running for months now. Did I really get that out of shape in Istanbul? She wondered to herself. After a few minutes the pain subsided. Pacifica decided to lower the speed of her run as she began again. After only a few more minutes the pain came back, but Pacifica decided to try and push on. Maybe if she toughed it out it would go away. It didn't. In fact it got worse, but she kept going until she finally couldn't anymore.

Okay, she thought as she hopped off the treadmill, clutching her stomach. Maybe today is just not for running. Maybe I should try lifting instead.

She shuffled over to the weights. There was a set of ten-pounders on the ground. She bent over to pick them up-

-then fell to her knees clutching her mouth. She barely made it into the bathroom before she vomited up her entire breakfast.

"Ugh!" she groaned as she rubbed her stomach. "That's just perfect."

"Hon, are you ok?" the receptionist from the front desk asked as she hustled in.

"Well, I just threw up, so…"

"Oh dear! Want me to call that cute little husband of yours?"

"Thanks, but I've got it."

Pacifica pulled her phone out of her pocket. She opened to call Dipper when she saw a notification.

"Well, that might explain a few things," she muttered as swiped the note telling her that her cycle was supposed to start today. Funny. Normally she would have felt something by now. Oh well. Maybe she was running a bit late this month. She clicked on the icon listed as "Hubby" and held the phone to her ear.

"Hey, Love, what's uo?" Dipper answered.

"Babe, I just got sick."

"What do you mean you got sick?"

"I mean I just threw up."

"Oh gosh! Are you okay?"

"What part of 'I just threw up' did you not understand?"

"Okay, yeah, that was a dumb question. Are you good to drive? Do you need me to come get you?"

Pacifica rubbed her forehead as she took a moment to take in her current physical state. Her nauseousness was gone for the moment. Though she felt a little weak, she wasn't feeling faint or dizzy.

"I think I can make but stay on standby in case I have to pull over?"

"Uh, no, I'm coming to get you," Dipper replied.

"Babe, you don't need to do that."

"Maybe not, but I'd feel better if I did."

"You'll just have to get one of your Grunkles to drive the van I took, and then we'd be burning twice the gas, and it's going to be a big hassle-"

"Aw, quit your whining kiddo," Stan said from somewhere on the other line.

"Stan and I are already in the van," Dipper said. "We'll be there in two minutes, just hang tight."

"Will do," Pacifica smiled. As soon as she hung up she went to get her gym bag and then returned to the restroom. She searched through until she found a maxi pad. She still hadn't started bleeding, but she decided to go ahead and put on a pad so that when she did start she didn't make a huge mess. She gathered all her belongings and waited in the lobby of the gym. Dipper rushed in a few minutes later. He raced up to her and put a hand to her forehead.

"You're not running a fever," he deducted. "Did you eat anything weird this morning?"

"No," Pacifica answered as she headed out to the parking lot, Dipper following her.

"Have you drank enough water?"

"Yes."

"Did you start?"

It still amazed Pacifica how little Dipper freaked out over periods and stuff like that."I should soon."

"Can that make you throw up?"

Pacifica shrugged. "For some girls, but never has for me before."

"Hm…" Dipper pondered as he and Pacifica slid into a van. Stan had already taken the one Pacifica originally drove to the gym back.

"Maybe you just got a stomach bug," Dipper thought.

"Maybe, but I was feeling fine earlier."

Dipper shrugged. "Maybe a very small stomach bug."

Pacifica snickered. "Fascinating deduction, Sherlock."

"I'm a paranormal investigator, not a doctor."

"Obviously."

They got back to the house and Dipper held the door open to both the van and the house for Pacifica. She couldn't help but grin a little bit at the gestures. Such a gentleman, her husband!

"If I might be so bold, may I suggest you all take a nap? Can't hurt," Dipper said once inside.

"Yeah, that might be what I mean," Pacifica nodded. Even in on the chaos that had just taken place, she still felt very sleepy. She trudged upstairs to their room, Dipper following her. He closed the door behind them and Pacifica changed out of her tank top and bra to put on one of Dipper's t-shirts. She decided to leave her gym shorts on, they were comfortable enough to sleep in. As she sat on the edge of the bed to undo her shoelaces she noticed Dipper staring at her with a strange look on his face. He cocked his head to one side and frowned in confusion.

"Dipper?" Pacifica asked.

"Where did those come from?" he pointed to her chest.

Pacifica looked down. Huh. Her breasts did look a bit swollen.

"Not that I'm complaining," Dipper continued. "But, those didn't used to be that big right?"

"No, they weren't," Pacifica answered. "That's weird. Man, what is up with me today?"

"I don't know," Dipper answered as he pulled the blankets of their bed back to tuck her in. "Just try and get some rest. If you aren't feeling better soon I'll take you to a doctor."

"I just threw up, babe, I'm not dying," Pacifica said as she laid her head on the pillow.

"Which is why I'm hoping a good rest will fix you up," Dipper answered as he tucked the blankets around her.

"Even if it doesn't, doctor is probably not necessary."

"Well, it would make me feel better," Dipper kissed her forehead. "I'll be down the hall in the office doing homework if you need me."

"Okay," Pacifica smiled as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.