A/N: Yeah that was a short chapter. Sorry. Anyways, enjoy this next one. hehe. Spice it up a lil.

Hahaha. I've got to say, Lazytown Fanfictioners are the kindest reviewers ever. You guys are always so considerate and loving, and damn awesome! Thanks for sticking by me with this series. Thank you all for the comments too.

Jukesette (spelling?) - I do appreciate the comments. Hope you read Age of Sin before this one.

Six

A week passed quicker than a Lazytown game of tag. Robbie made it a regular routine to come outside and play with the gang. Stephanie was flattered by his improvement in social activity, but Sportacus continued to think it was a hoax. Although Stephanie seemed to be happy, she had felt a little ill all week long.

"Trixie," Steph approached her best friend, "you know I've been working out a lot lately."

"Of course."

She pressed on quietly, "Well, I've been gaining some weight. I'm not eating differently. So, I don't understand it. Do you think something's wrong with me? Maybe I have the flu or something."

"Pinky," Trixie's eyes grew wide, "I think you're haluscinating. You're not fat."

"I didn't say fat. I said I have been gaining weight."

"Well, I don't know what to say. Maybe it's that time of the month."

Steph sighed. She shook her head and said, "Forget it. I'm probably just imagining it, like you said."

Beginning a walk around Lazytown, Steph found herself getting tired again. She sat on a bench to write in her diary. Nothing out of the ordinary. Sportacus had been searching all morning for a place to hold the wedding reception. She would've gone, but she planned to shop for a wedding gown later with Trixie and Bessie. What else was there to do until then but relax?

"Why so quiet, Pinky?" Robbie asked before sitting next to Steph.

She answered, "Not feeling well again. I don't know what's wrong with me, Robbie."

"Have you eaten anything strange lately?"

"No. Nothing different from my usual intake of sports candy. Of course, I've had a few chips here and there, but only on movie nights with Uncle Milford."

Robbie asked another question, "Are you throwing up still?"

"I haven't told anyone . . . Almost everyday. But you mustn't tell Sportacus! I can't go to a doctor right now. I just can't." Steph closed her diary and placed it back in her purse.

"Stephanie," Said Robbie, "I won't say anything. Look, I really think-"

"Pinky! It's time to go!" Trixie yelled at the top of her lungs from a few yards away.

"I'll talk to you later, Robbie. I'm going to buy a wedding dress. Hard to believe it's really happening." Standing up, Steph shook Robbie's hand.

Robbie watched Steph walk towards Trixie in hopes she would turn around and chat with him some more. He had to do something. And he had to do it soon. This pain had to end.

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White, pure white, egg-shell-white, window-shade-white, and more white. Stephanie was surrounded in frilly, lacy, and puffy wedding dresses. Just out of Lazytown was a mall, filled with different varieties of stores. It just so happened the mall had a wide selection of wedding stores as well. Wedding gowns, tuxedos, decorations, rings, vails, lengerie, and many other trinkets and necessities. Overwhelming couldn't even describe how this experience was.

"I like this one," Said Bessie, pulling down a gown with puffed-sleeves.

Steph shook her head, "No more puff sleeves!"

"Guess you can't wear pink on your wedding day, huh?" Trixie joked, hanging the puffed-sleeve dress back up.

"No. But . . . I love this." Pulling a dress from the rack, Steph ran into the nearest fitting room.

Adoration. No, complete ecstacy. Steph was not only in love with Sportacus, but her new dress as well. The fit was perfect; Not too revealing, but playful at the same time. The scoop-neck wasn't too low. As for the skirt, it's flare effect added unique style to the tulle. Tiny red roses were sewn at random onto the skirt, eventually showing a multitude of them towards the bottom hem. It was truly a beauty, and not a bad price either.

The three women left the store, finished all their shopping, and headed back to Lazytown. Sportacus was waiting for Stephanie near her house with a small stack of papers. He had found a place to hold the wedding reception, but they needed a lot of information before everything was set in stone.

"Stephanie!" Sportacus shouted happily, "I've found a nice dance hall for the reception."

Steph held on tightly to her shopping bags. "Oh, great! Let me just bring these things in my room and I'll be right out to look it over with you."

Trixie and Bessie smiled at Sportacus as they passed him. He was on cloud nine.

"Hello, Sportacus." Robbie approached the town's hero. "Where are you guys getting married?"

"Outside. We're getting married in the park. I had to set a date in order to take the dance hall, so I hope Stephanie comes back outside soon. I need to tell her."

"So when," Robbie questioned, "are you two gettin' hitched?"

Sport replied, "Next month. August twenty-third."

"So where are we holding our reception?" Asked Stephanie as she left her Uncle's house. She was surprised to see Robbie there as well.

"It's just outside of town, but not the end you just came from. It's a small dance hall. The only problem is, I had to tell them a date." Sportacus hoped Steph would understand. "August twenty-third."

"Oh." Steph smiled, "Perfect."

"I was wondering," Robbie said, "would you two like if I cooked you both dinner to celebrate your wedding?"

"That would be wonderful!" Stephanie squealed.

Sportacus shook his head. "I'm too busy. Still haven't bought a tuxedo."

Silence fell between the three of them.

Finally, Sportacus spoke, "But you can go if you want, Stephanie. Just bring some food home for me."

"I can?" Steph thought for sure Sportacus wouldn't let her go. "I guess that'd be nice."

"Alright," Said Robbie, "I'll see you tonight at six. I'll cook you a sensational meal you won't forget. Sportacus, if you decide to join us after all, my door . . . hatch . . . is always open."

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Pulling a comb one last time through her pink hair, Steph finished preparing for dinner. She looked in the mirror, specifically at her stomach. It had to be her imagination. If she did gain weight, it wasn't a significant amount. With one last deep breath, Steph left her bathroom.

It didn't take her long to find Robbie's underground house. She opened the hatch and slid down the entranceway only to land on cold ground.

"Hello?" Steph called out as she regained her posture.

Robbie appeared from another room. "You made it!"

"Of course I did. So, what's on the menu tonight?"

"Come into my kitchen and you'll find out."

Steph followed Robbie into his kitchen. It was well-decorated with orange furniture, plates, silverware, etc. Obviously this was his favorite color. They both took a seat at his table. In the middle of the table stood a tray with a lid and several side dishes with lids. Robbie took one lid of at a time to reveal carrots, peas, potatoes, bread, and a carved turkey.

"Thanksgiving dinner?" Steph joked.

"I worked hard on this. Be nice."

The two of them sat, talked, and ate. The food was delicious, and was topped well with fruit punch.

With a chance to speak, Robbie decided to be serious. "Stephanie, I really need to talk to you."

"By all means, go ahead." She smiled before taking a big bite of potatoes.

"Well," Nervousness was apparent in his voice, "I'm sure you've noticed a change in my behavior. I wonder, may I be blunt with you?"

Her fork hit the plate. "Oops." Steph nodded and looked Robbie straight in the eyes. "Go on."

"Are you enjoying those carrots?"

"Robbie, out with it! I'm sure whatever it is, I can handle."

He took a deep breath. "Stephanie-"