Day 90:

Pacifica lay on her bed as she stared up at the ceiling. Wendy had been right. Her morning sickness had been lessening by the day since she entered her second trimester. And she had been able to talk Mabel into not being SO overbearing and worried about Pacifica all the time. Unfortunately Mabel was steadfast at not letting Pacifica start working for her until the baby was born and atleast 2 months old.

"Gotta give you a chance to get used to motherhood before you try to add a job on top of that," she insisted. Pacifica guessed that Mabel was right. Starting a new job was a big job. Having a baby was an even bigger job. And she was only 6 months away from giving birth at this point.

Holy smokes, she was only six months away from giving birth, where had the time gone?

"I'll be there where then world stops turning, I'll be there when the storm is through," her phone rang. She smiled at the sound of her wedding day song, and smiled even wider when she clicked on the face time icon to find her husband's smiling face.

"Hey, Princess," he grinned.

Pacifica blinked whens he saw that Dipper was in a very dark, very cramped, very dusty room.

"Where the heck are you?"

Dipper chuckled. "I am in a solitary confinement cell at Eastern State Penitentiary."

"Why?"

"Trying to catch some ghosts."

"And you thought now would be a good time to call me?"

"Well, I'm gonna be stuck here all night, and you do have a knack for attratcing ghosts."

"He-" Pacifica stopped, thought for a moment, then sighed in aggravation. "You're not wrong."

Dipper chuckled.

"So, how have you been?" Dipper asked.

"Okay, I have something to show you," Pacifica answered with a giddy smile as she stood up. "Hang on a minute let me get...oh, I should have worn a different shirt."

"Huh?" Dipper arched an eyebrow.

"It's oka, I can work with this," Pacifica assured him. "Okay I got it, hang on." She turned her phone around. Dipper went cross eyed at the sudden movement at first, but it soon stood still again and he could see the reflection of Pacifica in a mirror, a hand under her belly that now had a slight pooch to it.

"Oh, wow!" Dipper gasped.

"We're officially in the second trimester!" Pacifica cheered.

"We are?" Dipper asksed.

"Uh-huh," Pacifica turned the phone back around.

"That went fast," Dipper exclaimed.

"Yeah, it did," Pacifica agreed before whimpering a bit.

"Princess, you okay?" Dipper asked.

"Yeah, I just miss you."

"I miss you, too."

"Do we really still have 64 days before you come home?"

"Afraid so."

"Ugh!"

"I know."

Pacifica sighed. "Are you at least having fun."

"Other than having a rude roommate, sure."

"That George guy is still being a butt?"

"Yup."

Suddenly, the door to the room Dipper was in opened.

"Oh, speak of the devil," Dipper grumbled.

"Hey," George grumbled as he walked in. "How you turn this thing on?"

"Um, push the green button," Dipper grumbled as he turned his attnetion back to his phone.

"Who ya talking to?" George asked. "Is it that tasty little snack from last week?"

Dipper could have snapped his neck with how quickly he turned his head back to face George. "Excuse me?"

"Lemme see!"

The phone shuffled around a bit. Pacifica squinted to try to see what was happening. Suddenly George's face showed up in the screen instead of Dipper's.

"Hey, cutie. Comeback for an encore."

"Ew! Where is my husband?" Pacifica screeched.

Right on cue, she heard Dipper shout "Gimmee that!"

The phone shuffled around a bit before it fell to the ground. Even though she couldn't see anything Pacifica could hear both men shouting at eachother.

"Dipper? Dipper! Are you okay?"

A loud "bang!" that sounded like a metal door begins slammed sounded out. Someone picked the phone up and, to Pacifica's relief, it was Dipper.

"You okay?" Dipper asked.

"Me? You're the one that just got into a fight it sounde like!"

"Nah, just threw him out of the room and locked the door," Dipper said as a series of loud knocks came from outside the door.

"Lemmee back in!"

Dipper sighed. "He's gonna do this all night isn't he? Terrific!"

"Is he always this...um...pushy?"

"'Pushy' is way to nice of a term for his behavior but, yeah, he doesn't seem to do well with taking 'no' for an answer."

"Can't you report him to a professor or something?"

"I will tomorrow."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Or, when I get off the phone with you."

"You can just call me back," Pacifica pointed out.

"You might be asleep then."

"I'll wake up."

"No, you need your sleep."

"Ugh!" Pacifica rolled her eyes. "Between you and Mabel I don't know how I'm supposed to accomplish anything during this pregnancy! I've told you not to worry so much, I'm fine."

"I'm you're husband, worrying about you is my job," Dipper reminded her.

Pacifica smiled as she chuckled softly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Ugh," Dipper glared at the door. "Go away! I'm busy!"

"Oh, are you?" George asked from the other side of the door. "Don't you think the ghosts will get scared away seeing your-"

"Not like that, my word!" Dipper shouted. "Low and behold I have a relationship with my wife that's more than just sex!"

"Say what you will, I know that's code for your not getting any at all because she has eyes for someone else…" Geroge chuckled horribly.

"I got her pregnant, dude!" Dipper snapped back.

"Hey!" Pacifica chastised.

"Sorry," Dipper blushed. "That was a little uncalled for."

"How do you know that kid is yours."

"He was the only one I was with the week I concieved," Pacifica shouted.

"Ha! Sure, keep telling him that-"

"No, I mean I was with him the whole week!" Pacifica explained. "And, yes, I do mean it in that way!"

Now it was Dipper's turn to blush.

"The whole week?!" George exclaimed.

"Never kept a girl happy for that long?" Pacifica pretended to be shocked. "Guess you don't have as much game as you let on."

"And he does?"

"Well, he's married to the hot blond, and you're not, so…"

Dipper tried in vain to hole back a snicker.

"Ah, bah, eh, um...eh, ah…"

"I think I finally got him to shut up," Pacifica said with a smile.

"So, who has a lot of game?" Dipper asked, his chest swelling in pride.

"Oh, stop it!" Pacifica scolded.

"Hey, um…" Dipper shifted nervously.

"What, love?"

"Can I see the baby bump again?" Dipper asked shyly.

Pacifica smiled. "Mm-hmm." She stood back infront of the mirror so Dipper could see. He smiled at the sight.

"Are you feeling anything yet?"

"Not yet," Pacifica answered. "Doctors says I probably won't feel anything for another-"

Crash! Something flew through Pacifica's window.

"Look out!" Dipper shouted. Pacifica jumped back as she looked at the object. Her heart skipped a beat. It was another bell, with a note tied to it.

"Pacifica, are you okay?" Dipper asked.

Pacifica leaned down and untied the note from the bell.

"Why'd you throw the roses away?"

Pacifica began to feel nauseous, and not in a morning sickness way.

"Pacifica, talk to me, what happened?"

Pacifica turned the camera around to show Dipper.

"Another one?" Dipper shouted.

"Yeah," Pacifica said.

"They still haven't caught whoever sent you those flower?"

Pacifica shook her head. "They said leaving flowers isn't a crime."

"Well, breaking windows certianly is!"

"Pacifica!" Mabel's voice came from down the hall. She opened the door. "What hap-"

Mabel's eyes fell on the bell. "I'm calling the cops!" she stated as she raced off. Pacifica nodded.

"Should I come home?" Dipper asked.

Pacifica shook her head. "No, keep working towards your degree. Besides, what good is you coming home going to do? It won't help them solve the problem any faster."

Despite her words, Pacifica wanted Dipepr there. She wanted him to hug her and tell her it was going to be okay. She wanted to sleep with the safety of his arms around her. But, she knew him finishing school and opening the program was what was best for their baby.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Rang out from the door of Dipper' room.

"Besides, sounds like you've got your own problems."

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"Well, Mrs. Pines," Sheriff Blubbs said as he scratched his head. "Sounds to me like you've got a stalker."

"Stalker?" Pacifica felt herself trembling.

"Yup. Probably someone who knew you and your parents given they keep using bells to try and scare you."

"Why would someone be stalking me?" Pacifica asked.

The sherrif shrugged. "Lots of reasons. Romance. Anger. Vengeance. Maybe they get some sort of twisted pleasure out of making you miserable. Whatever the reason, I'll need you to be on your guard from now on. Write down anything strange you see happening. Stuff goes missing. Unidentified calls. Someone standing at the corner of roads you're travelling down. Anything!"

Pacifica nodded as the sherrif bagged the bell and let out a sigh. "We'll do what we can, but so far he hasn't given us much to go off of. You just stay safe, okay?"

Pacifica nodded again.

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"...wasn't meaning anything by it. Just some fun a flirting, sheesh!"

"Oh, well, excuse me if I have a problem with a guy trying to put the moves on my WIFE!" Dipper thundered as he and George sat in front of their professor, a stout old man with frizzy hair and odd, large glasses.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen!" the professor called. "Let us all calm down, shall we. Now, Mr. Shaw, while I'm sure you meant no harm, it seems to me that Mr. Pines has already told you that your actions have bothered him and his wife and they have asked you to stop."

"It was just-"

"I'm going to let you off with a warning this time, Mr. Shaw, but if I hear about this again I'm afraid I'll have to take disciplinary actions."

George stormed out of the small space in the penitentiary that was functioning as the professor's office for the time being.

"I'm very sorry about this, Mr. Pines. I do hope your wife is alright."

Dipper nodded his thanks as he headed back to his room and called Pacifica back.

"A stalker?"

"Yeah," Pacifica's voice was shaky.

"Okay, that's it. I'm coming home."

"No, don't."

"Pacifica, you have a stalker. I'm coming home."

"That isn't going to help."

"What do you mean it's not going to help? I need to be there to protect you! And dont' say 'I have Mabel.' These aren't the types of guys that respect or fear women, obviously. They'll only take threats from a man seriously."

"I know that, which is why I asked Mabel to call the Grunkles. Stan has already bought a plane ticket here for tomorrow."

Dipper let out a small sigh of relief. If there was one person he trusted to protect his family in his stead, it was Stan. That guy did not mind breaking a few bones or rules to keep his loved ones safe.

"You need to get your degree so we can be ready to take care of this baby when it comes," Pacifica continued. "We only have six months until the due date, so time isn't really on our side."

Despite his fears, Dipper felt his mouth curling into a smile. Even in these circumstances she was putting the baby first. She really was going to be a fantastic mother.

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

"Fine. But I'm going to start calling you twice a day from now on."

Pacifica chuckled. "Okay."

"Please be careful, love."

"I will be. You stay safe too."

"Will do."

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Preston's phone buzzed. He waited until the guard had passed by then read it.

Hench #1: "And nerd boy is officially pissed off!"

The phone buzzed again.

Hench #2: "This one really shook her up. Called the cops."

Preston texted the first henchman back first.

"Good. Keep him angry and distracted. The less attention he's paying to Pacifica the better. Don't hurt him though. Yet. It's too early for that."

He then texted the second henchman. "Excellent. Keep it up. The more scared and stressed she is the better. Don't hurt her yet, though. It's too early for that."