Day 84:

"...Logan, don't put that in your mouth!" Wendy scolded as she types away at her computer. She could hear someone coming down the steps.

"Mabel, one of our customers is complainging that the sweater they bought for their daughter is too small. This we should add a free sample of some-"

Wendy turned around to find that the person coming down was not Mable, but…

"Oh, hey Pacifica."

"Hey," Pacifica sighed sadly.

"Oof! That greeting was rough, what's eating you?" Wendy turned her chair around to face the younger woman. Pacifica pulled up an ottoman and sat down across from Wendy.

"I'm just...I'm tired of sitting around and doing nothing!"

"Oh," Wendy nodded. "Well, why not we go visit Soos, Melody, and Abuelita at the Mystery Shack? Or we could go mini golfing, you still owe me a rematch. Or-"

"No, not like that," Pacifica said. "Dipper's off getting a degree. You've got a job. Mabel's got a job. The Grunkles have a job. But I don't anymore!"

"You're fired? I thought you were just on Maternity Leave…"

"I am, technically," Pacifica sighed. "But I'm not getting paid, and I don't see how I'll be able to go back to paranormal investigation once the baby gets here. Not exactly a good idea to bring a baby to a haunted house, or monster infested cave."

"Yeah, probably not…" Wendy chuckles.

"So, I have no job right now!" Pacifica exclaimed.

"You're growing a baby in your uterus, that's your job right now."

"Sure, but I could do something else, right? I mean, pregnant women go to work everyday, you did!"

"True, but from what I've heard your morning sickness has been worse than most."

Pacifica crossed her arms and grumbled to herself.

"Look, Paz, don't beat yourself up, okay? Every woman's pregnancy is different. Some women have hardly any symptoms, some get almost all of the possible symptoms."

"Lucky me is in that later category!" Pacifica sighed.

"Well, good news is you're near the end of your first trimester so you should be seeing those pesky symptoms dying down a bit soon."

Pacifica sighed in relief.

"As for this whole wanting a job thing, well, why?" Wendy asked, to Pacifica's surprise. "I mean, you've got a husband who is willing to work while you stay home with the baby. Why work if you don't have to?"

"Because," Pacifica shifted uneasily. "I don't want to just coast on Dipper's paycheck, y'know. I want to contribute. I promised to be his partner in everything when we got married, and I intend to get that promise."

"Well, you are a better woman than I," Wendy chuckled. "If I had a husband who had a good job, I'd just stay around with my little critter all day," she gestured to Logan playing with a toy drum. "But, to help with your situation, as you have probably figured out Mabel's company has started to gain speed. Several of her customers have been begging her to make stuff for adults, but she's more suited for making clothes and toys for kids. I've suggested her hiring someone to make adult merchandise. Not sure if that sounds like somethign you'd like to do, but…"

"Mabel would never let me do it," Pacifica sighed. "She'd bound and determined to keep me bedridden until the baby comes.

"Leave that to me," Wendy winked. "I'll talk to her this afternoon about hiring you on."

"Really?"

"Sure, why not! As big as we're getting we NEED more people on board."

"Thank you so much, Wendy."

"Not a problem."

Pacifica began to skip back up the stairs.

"Oh, and Pacifica," Wendy called after her.

"Yes."

"You are doing a good job. Don't get discouraged."

"Thanks!" Pacifica finsihes runnign up the stairs. As she reached the second floor she noticed something hanging from the front door. She ran outside and opened it. It was a bouquet of white roses. Pacifica smiled as she took it off the door, though she was a bit confused. Dipper always bought her pink roses because he knew those were her favorite. Well, maybe wherever he got these from were out of pink. She took the envelope off the bouquet and opened it.

"For the cutest cutie in Gravity Falls."

Pacifica's brow furrowed. That didn't sound like Dipper. "For my Princess," "To my Love," "Beloved" or "Precious Wife." Those were all things Dipper would say, not "cutest cutie in Gravity Falls." Pacifica looked over at the bouquet again. Wrong color. Weird note. She picked the bouquet up. A chilling "ding-a-ling" came from inside the flowers. Pacifica dug through the flowers, her insides growing cold. Sure enough, there was a tiny brass bell stuck in the middle of it.

She shrieked, dropped the flowers, and ran back into the house. She raced to her room and slammed the door behind her. She clicked on the "Hubby" icon on her phone. It rang several times, then she went to voice mail. Pacifica lowered the phone to her lap, leaning her head back against the wall.

Her phone buzzed.

"New Message from 'Hubby':

"Srry. Recording EVP's. Sup?"

Pacifica texted back: "Babe, did you send me roses?"

"No…"

Pacifica's breath hitched, as her mind began spinning. Who would want to send her roses outside of Dipper? And why would this someone put a bell in them? Unless this someone knew…

Her phone buzzed again.

"Princess, everything okay?"