Day 150:

Dipper lay in bed, gazing at his sleeping wife. She looked so peaceful, so serene, SO beautiful. He wished they coud just stay here, lying in a makeshift full sized bed that was really two twin beds mushed next to eachother in the spare room of Mabel's. He wanted to stay there, with her sleeping in his arms, one of his hands tangled in her hair, one feeling their baby move inside of her. He snuggled closer to her, kissed the top of her head, and tucked it under his chin. The baby kicked him again as he rubbed circles on her belly.

Pacifica stirred and wrapped her arms around his middle.

"Good morning," she sighed.

"Good morning, Princess," he answered as he took his chin off the top of her head, tilted her face towards him and kissed her lips. "How are you?"

"I'm doing pretty good. You?"

"Pretty good."

Normally a blissful silence would have fallen over them as they simply cuddled for a few minutes before getting, but not today, rather Pacifica imediately started a conversation.

"So, our doctor's appointment is Monday..."

"Mm-hmm," Dipper nodded as he set his chin ontop of her head again.

"And the Halloween party is Wednesday…"

"Mm-hmm?"

"What if we did some sort of gender reveal thing then?"

"Like what?" Dipper asked.

"I don't know...maybe a jack-o-lantern light up thing? Blue light means boy, pink light means girl?"

"But who would we get to set it up? Mabel can't keep a secret for nothing! Wendy's too careless. And you have Stan wrapped around your finger as bad as Mabel does now so you'd covince him to tell you."

"Are you suggesting that I would-"

"Yes. Yes I am."

"Well, you're probably right. So, what about Ford? He could keep it under wraps for two days, and he has the know-how to set up the kind of lights we'd need."

"Huh," Dipper thought for a moment. "Yeah, I geuss we could let him set it up. We'll talk to him after-" Dipper cut himself off. They weren't going to worry about that now. They were enjoying this moment. "Y'know what? We should probably come up with names."

"Well, we're not using any names from my family," Pacifica insisted. "I'm trying to get rid of that legacy."

Dipper nodded then scratched at the back of his head. "I, um, have some ideas."

Pacifica leaned her head on his chest, looking up at him attentively as she waited for him to explain.

"Well, when the baby was concieved we were exploring the ruins of the Persian empire looking for werewolves."

"Yeah?" Pacifica arched an eyebrow, not sure where this was going.

"So, maybe, if you like it, Persia for a girl," Dipper explained. "And for a boy, Kurt, which means 'wolf' in turkish."

"Hm..." Pacifica hummed as she thought. "What about middle names?"
"Well, I have always liked the name Tyrone."

"Kurt Tyrone Pines. Sounds very intellectual like his father and great Grunkle Ford," Pacifica grinned.

Dipper shurgged. "I suppose it does."

"So what about a middle name for a girl?" Pacifica asked.

"You tell me."

Pacifica thought for a few moments. "Avril."

"Any reason why?" Dipper asked.

"It means 'April' in French. And that's when spring starts. And spring means new beginnings which is exactly what this baby is for us."

Dipper nodded, a smile on his face. "Persia Avril Pines. I like it."

Pacifica smiled and put a hand on her belly. "Alright, little one. Wednesday we'll find out if we're going to name you Kurt or Persia."

They laid side by side a while longer. The baby kicked against both of their hands as they snuggled. Finally Dipper sighed and sat up.

"Alright, we've got to get up at some point."

Pacifica nodded and reached out her hands so Dipper could help her up. They got dressed, Dipper helped her brush her hair and they headed to the main room. Ford was already there waiting. The two help their breath. In the midst of all of the chaos of Dipper returning, filling of the paperwork for an early graduation, the arrests, preparing for the baby, getting the Gravity Falls Program up and running, and finding a house for the young couple, Ford had taken it upon himself to track down a lawyer and prepare for the trial.

"Hello, you two," Ford called as he patted the couch next to him. "Have a seat."

The young couple shuffled to his side and sat down.

"So, I have looked at our options," Ford began. "This trial could take months, even years. I don't want you going through that. You are at a critical, precious time in your lives. You should be focused on getting ready for your baby, not testifying at a trial."

"So, what do you suggest?" Dipper asks.

Ford pulled a manilla folder out of his trench coat. "I have talked to an attorney, and we have come up with a potential plea deal-"

"No," Dipper shook his head. "I don't want to go easy on them. I don't want them to get it in their head that they can scare us into going easy on them. They need to-"

"Well, hold on Dipper. Let me tell you what the stipulations are," he opened the folder and pulled the files out. "For Mr. Shaw and Mr. Shirar, their sentences will be dropped for 10 years in jail to 5 years in jail. The protection order, however, will still be intact for the full 10 years. The attorney I talked with said that since they were only going after you two for a paycheck, now that there is no longer anything in this stalking arrangement for them, they'll most likely leave the two of you alone once they get out."

Dipper nodded slowly. He didn't like that those two would only get five years if this went through, but that wasn't a dealbreaker...yet.

Pacifica wrung her hands as she asked. "What about my father?"

Ford sighed. "Should he take the plea deal, no extra time would be added to his current 25 years and he'd still be able to ask for parole-"

"No way! We're not-"

"But," Ford cut his nephew off. "He would be banned from Roadkill County for life upon his release."

Pacifica gasped as she turned to Ford. "What?"

"He'd be banned from Roadkill County," Ford repeated. "He would never be able to come back to Gravity Falls."

Pacifica let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. She'd be free! She could buy herself a house with her husband without fear of him knocking on her door in 23 years. She could raise her baby without fear of him coming around and doing what he had done to her to her child. She'd be free! She sighed and nodded.

"Yes, let's do that."

"Pacifica, are you sure?" Dipper asked.

She nodded. "I'm ready to be free and done with this."

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Preston glowered at the papers in front of him.

"...Preston, please," his lawyer begged. "They have the phone, they have the messages. The other two defendants have already said that should this go to trail they'll testify against you for shorter sentences."

Preston crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, fuming.

"Preston, you won't win this. If you go to trail you'll get ten years added to your sentence and you'll lose your chance at parole! You do this nothing will change-"

"I'm about to be banned from my home!" Preston thundered.

"That's going to happen either way at this point!" the attorney shouted. "I'm telling you, this is a fight you can't win. Take the bargain and minimize the damage. Please!"

Preston sighed, took the pin from his lawyer, and signed the paper.

"Good," the attorney sighed as he gathered the papers and shuffled out of the metting room.

Preston stared at his hands. No more Gravity Falls. No more Road Kill County at all. His home he'd left behind, his antique car collection, his country clubs. All gone! He slammed his fists on the table he was currnetly handcuffed to. The cops came in, unlocked the cuffs attached to the table, only to cuff his arms behind his back and began leading him off.

"At least one good thing came out of all this," the cop muttered.

"What's that?" Preston asked.

"That little girl of yours can live in her hometown in peace from now on. Free from you."