Day 17:

It was 3:30 A.M., and Pacifica was seated in the bathroom vomiting into the toilet. Ever since she'd found out she was pregnant about 15 hours ago her morning sickness had become all-day sickness. It was hard to tell if her nausea was actually caused by the pregnancy or just her nerves, though, because nerves were a definite factor.

She was going to become a mother and she wasn't sure how to handle it. It wasn't like she had a lot of great models to learn about mothering from. Stan and Ford were the closest she had to parental figures, and even then they probably wouldn't be the best to ask for advice on being a good mom. At least Dipper was set. Not that he needed help from his Grunkles to be a good dad. There were some people who just had that "thing." Dipper was one of them. Maybe it was because he spent his childhood taking care of Mabel but, whatever the reason, he already had the skills and character needed to be a great dad. She, however, didn't even know how to deal with just being pregnant, much less how she was going to be a mom.

Right now, she was dealing with it by leaning against the toilet, feeling absolutely exhausted, but not being able to sleep because everytime she started to doze off she'd start throwing up again. If this is what the next 8 ½ months was going to be like, than she was not looking forward to it. As she flushed the toilet and leaned against the wall next to it, placing a hand over her abdomen.

"I'm letting you rent my uterus for free, kid. The least you can do is make things a little easier on me," she grumbled. She heard the door creak open and Dipper poked his sleepy head in.

"Sick again?" he asked.

"Would I be sitting next to the toilet if I wasn't?"

"Hm," Dipper nodded sleepily. Pacifica hung her head. It wasn't fair for her to snap at him. It wasn't his fault-

-actually, it kind of was.

Dipper slipped inside and sat down next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder.

"Don't get too close," Pacifica warned, her stomach still feeling gunky.

"I'm pretty confident this is one illness I can't catch," Dipper chuckled.

"I know that," Pacifica said. "I meant don't get too close because I might throw up on you."

Dipper shrugged. "Eh, I'm about to be thrown up, peed, pooped, and spat up on for the next few years so might as well get used to it."

Pacifica chuckled a little bit and leaned her head against his shoulder. Dipper reached up and began running his fingers through her hair. She sighed and closed her eyes. Though her stomach wasn't feeling much better, she was at least feeling a bit more relaxed with her husband petting her head. Dipper stifled a yawn and blinked the sleepiness out of his eyes.

"You know you don't have to stay up with me, right?" Pacifica said, sensing his sleepiness.

"I know, I but I want to," Dipper stifled another yawn.

"It's only going to make you tired for tomorrow."

"I don't care."

Pacifica grinned and snuggled closer to him.

"But you are also going to be wiped out tomorrow if you don't get some rest," Dipper slipped his arms under her, picked her up, and carried her back to the bed.

"I'm only going to have to get up and throw up again," Pacifica pointed out.

"I know. But at least try to get a little bit of sleep. Any little bit will help. You've got a big day tomorrow."

Pacifica sniffed. "Yeah, lounge about in this house, throw up, lounge some more..."

"Grow a human being?"

"Yeah, and that," Pacifica nodded slowly.

Dipper chuckled and gave her a quick peck on her forehead. "I'll be right back."He grabbed his car keys and headed out the door. Pacifica frowned in confusion.

"Where are you going?"

"To pick up something that might help you," Dipper answered as he slipped into the hall. She laid back against the pillows, listened to him go down stairs, start a van, and drive away. She laid there, waiting for him to comeback, though it was hard for her to stay awake. She really was tired. He finally came back. She heard him park the van and walk up to their room carrying an aluminum can.

"Here," he said as he handed it to her. It was ginger ale. "This is supposed to help morning sickness."

"How do you know?" Pacifica asked as she propped herself up on her elbows.

"Google it while you were in the bathroom."

Pacifica chuckled as she took it from him and sipped it. She'd take anything that might fix her nausea right now.

"Anything else I can do for you, Princess?"

"Go to sleep. No reason for both of us to be exhausted tomorrow. Especially you, you've got a class to get to."

Though Dipper took most of his classes online, there were some that just offered on campus. Therefore, he was trying to get as many of those out of the way over the summer terms as he could. Granted, had he known he'd have a pregnant wife to take care of he would have reconsidered that decision. It was too late to do anything about it now, though. Dipper kicked his shoes off and crawled back into bed. He didn't go to sleep though. He watched Pacifica sip on her ginger ale. He hoped it would work and make her feel better. He hated seeing her miserable. She finished her drink then lied back down, frowning in discomfort.

Dipper sighed. He reached over, pulled her shirt up just enough to expose her stomach, and began rubbing small, gentle circles on her stomach.

"Seriously," Pacifica tried to wave his hand away. "Not really in the mood, babe."

"I know, I'm just trying to help your tummy feel better," Dipper said.

"Aw!" Pacifica stopped swatting at his hand and scooted closer to him. He set his other hand on her head, running his fingers through her hair. He concentrated intently on the hand touching her stomach, though.

"Is there really a baby in there?" he asked.

"Yup," Pacifica answered sleepily. Her eyes were already closed. She was fading fast. Dipper grinned ear to ear. He was going to be a dad! He still couldn't believe it. He carefully leaned down and kissed her stomach, just above her belly button. A faint smile spread across Pacifica's face before she fell asleep.