Day 160:

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Pacifica's, it's for you!" Mabel called.

Pacifica frowned in both confusion and annoynace. She'd just gotten into a bubble bath. It was about the only thing that could give her relief from her back aches at this point.

"Can whoever it is comeback?"

"Um, well it's a lawyer and a cop so…"

"Dipper!" she called. She was starting to get into that annyoing phase of pregnancy where she could not get up or out of anything without help. Within a few minutes Dipper popped into the bathroom, and bathrobe and towel in hand. He helped her out, set the bathrobe over her shoulders and then helped her put her hair up in the towel. She shuffled down the hall to the front door where she saw a man in a well tailored suit and a woman in a cop uniform.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Are you Ms. Pacifica Northwest?" the man in the suit, the lawyer she assumed, asked.

"It's Pines now, but yes," Pacifica answered.

"Ah, excellent, I-"

Dipper appeared behind his wife. "And am I to assume that you are the lucky Mr. Pines?"

"Yes…?"

"Well, have an...issue I need to discuss with you," the lawyer said as he took off his hat. "May I come inside?"

Pacifica turned to look at Mabel, who simply shrugged. She stepped back to let the two in. They seated themselves on the couch.

"Can I get you something to drink? Some juice maybe?" Mabel asked.

"Oh, yes, please, thank you," the lawyer nodded.

"So, what is this issue?" Pacifica asked awkwardly. She wished she had something on other than a bathrobe.

"Well, as I'm sure you are aware both of your parents are currently...incarcerated…"

"Yes, I am," Pacifica answered, her stomach growing uneasy. She placed a hand over her baby bump. Could she not just get rid of those two!?"

"As I am sure you are also aware, going to jail does not exempt you from paying your bills."

"Yes…?"

"Well, it would seem that, your parents have had a bit of a hard time keeping up…"

"Hard time my butt," the cop sniffed. "They just haven't been paying is all there is to it."

"Which has lead to a dilemna," the lawyer cut it. "It would seem that the bank is about to seize their house if they do not pay soon. Which means that all the property inside the house needs to be removed or it will either be auctioned off by the bank or thrown out."

"And this is my problem why?" Pacifica asked.

"Well, you are their only family member in the area. You're the only one who can help."

"I don't want to help them. In case you forgot, the reason they are in jail is because they abused me?"

"Then don't help them," the cop sniffed. "Wait a little while and then, after the house has been seized the property inside it will be considered abandoned. Abandoned property can be claimed by the heir of the original owner, and since you're the only child they ever had…"

"Yes b-b-b-b-b-b-but!" the lawyer stammered. "Her parents are still alive, therefore she has no grounds for claiming-"

"The bank will be throwing out all of the property so they can clean up and resell the house. Anything left out by the road is ripe for the taking."

"There no actual law-"

"Eh," the cop shrugged before smiling at Pacifica. "Given everything they've put you through I'm sure we can turn a blind eye for a few hours."

"That's not-"

"Of course it's up to you," the cop shrugged as she walked out.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! You can't-" the lawyer followed after her, leaving Pacifica to think over what she'd just learned.

"Okay, I've got orange, mango fresh, lemona-oh, I guess they're gone," Mabel said as she came out of the kitchen.

"I'll take a lemonade, if you don't mind," Dipper said.

"Okay!" Mabel sprinted off.

"What do you think?" Dipper asked Pacifica as his sister left the living room.

Pacifica stared at her hands. "I don't know. I mean I guess it would be dumb not to take it, it is a lot of expensive stuff. But, at the same time, I don't want anything that was their's."

"Hm," Dipper nodded. "What if we just sold it?"

"Sold it?" Pacifica asked.

"I mean we've still gotta get a house, and a car, and stuff for Persia. All of that costs money."

"Money we'll have coming soon. We're both starting new jobs-"

"Yeah, but you aren't starting yours until two months after Persia gets here and my first group of students won't be coming in until January."

"See, money coming!"

"Princess, Peanut's due in March."

"So we'll have three months to get ready!"

Dipper sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sweetheart…"

"I know, I know."

A short silence fell over them.

"So…" Dipper finally spoke up. "What are we doing?"

"I guess take it and sell it. But do we really need that much money?"

"Eh, we'll donate the leftovers to a domestic abuse shelter."

Pacifica's eye lit up. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, seems ironically appropriate, doesn't it?"

Pacifica leaned forward and kissed Dipper.

"What was that for?" Dipper asked.

"Just being you," Pacifica grinned.

"Well, then, let me return the favor," Dipper kissed her back. "Now let's get you back in that bath before it gets too cold, then we'll go get the stuff."

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"Holy smokes!" Dipper said as he checked his phone a few minutes after he and Pacifica got back from dropping off her parent's stuff at the auctioneer's house.

"What?" Pacifica asked.

"Three of the paintings have already sold!"

"And?" Pacifica asked again, eager.

Dipper let the phone fall into his lap. "We can get our house. Just like that. How many riches were your parents hogging?"

"Too much, but, that's besides the point," Pacifica jumped into Dipper's lap and peppered his face in kisses. "Let's go get our house!"

"Now?" Dipper asked.

"Well, yeah, why not?"

"I don't know...I mean...usually you do some research online and look at neighborhoods and such before-"

"Oh, Psh! That's the boring way, let's just go!" Pacifica grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the van.

"Why did my sister have to wear off on you?" he asked in a slightly dismayed voice.

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"Huh. Who knew the realestate market was so slim in Gravity Falls," Dipper said as he and Pacifica got back in the van after deciding no to yet another house. They's visited four so far. The first one was invested with gnomes. The second was missing three steps on the way to the second story. The third was haunted. And this last one had a hole in the roof which made it ideal for a pterodactyl nursing ground.

Pacifica heaved a sigh as she buckled herself in. "Maybe there aren't any good available homes here."

"I'm sure there's one somewhere. We just haven't found it yet," Dipper said as he checked his phone. "We have three more places to look at today if you're still feeling up to it."

To be honest, she was tired. Her feet were swollen. Her back was achy. Persia was kicking the life out of her ribs. But she knew the sooner they got a house the better things would be for them. She rubbed her stomach where Persia was stirring and nodded.

"Yeah, let's keep going."

They had to find their baby girl a home to bring her to.

She watched the scenery passing by her window as they drove. Old Man McGuckett was chasing his racoon through the streets. Lazy Susan swept the outside of her diner. Gideon Gleeful was filming a comercial for his used car lot. Pacifica sighed, she assumed they'd have to be visiting him soon to get a car of their own. That would not be fun. He might not be a psychotic, supernatural, false psychic anymore but he was still a scam artist. Getting a quality car for a good price from him was going to be a headache.

"Maybe we should just let Stan buy a car for us. Gideon is still scared of him, right?"

"Trust me, that will only make things worse," Dipper sighed as he parked outside the next house. Pacifica peaked out of the window. It was a two story brick house with a garage. Dipper opened her door and escorted her out. There was a front porch, with two flower beds built in front of it, and a cobblestone pathway leading from the garage to the porch.

"Hm," Pacifica pondered so far so good. A real estate agent was already waiting for them. (Dipper had made a few quick calls before Pacifica dragged him all the way to the first house. The one invested with gnomes.

She and Dipper stepped inside. The bottom story had an open floor plan, with the living room, dining room, and breakfast nook were all connected. There was also a utility room, half bathroom, and office downstairs.

Perfect for Dipper! Pacifica thought to herself when she saw it. It had a window open to the front yard. Dipper could work on stuff for his teaching and keep an eye on Persia playing outside when she got older.

Upstairs was a sitting area. To one side was the master suite, complete with a bathroom and walk-in closet. (Just an excuse for Pacifica to buy herself more clothes. To the otherside were two bedrooms joined by a jack-and-jill style bathroom.

"Hm…" Dipper thought as he began checking every nook, ranny, and corner. "No gnomes. No dinosaurs. Not even any signs of being haunted."

"Anyway to prevent it from ever being haunted?" Pacifica asked.

Dipper shrugged. "I can put a few charms on it to make it harder for ghosts to get in here but nothing foll proof. Still, this seems like a good choice. What do you think, Princess?"

Pacifica thought for a moment. "Can we see the back yard?"

"Of course!" the real estate agent smiled as she led them out back. It was fenced in, no chance of Persia wandering off and getting lost somewhere. There was even a covered patio.

Dipper and Pacifica wandered back upstairs.

"We could put her nursery in this one," Dipper pointed to the indicated room. "That way it would only be a short walk across the hall to get to her.

"She'll be staying in our room for ther first few months, though," Pacifica reminded him. She insisted on keeping her baby close while she was still a baby. She did not want a repeat of what her parents had done to her.

"Of course," Dipper said. "But she'll have to start sleeping in her own room eventually. And she'll be napping there too."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well," Dipper grinned flirtaciously as he drew Pacifica close to him. "When else are Mommy an Daddy supposed to get time to themselves?"

"Oh, stop it," Pacifica giggled as she playfully pushed herself away from him.

"So…" Dipper arched an eyebrow. "You like this one?"

Pacifica nodded. "Yeah, I think we can make this one work."