A/N: Yeah. on a roll. I want Rolos. lol.

Thank you so much fellow reviewers!! Especially Jukesette1!!

There is a line, by the way that says Sportacus didn't know it, and no one else did either. I know we fanfictioners can't add author's notes inside the story, so I'll write it here. After that line, I was going to write, (Not even the readers.)

Eight

Falling asleep during the day wasn't an unusual thing for Robbie. Falling asleep thinking about being a father was, however, very different. He knew Steph was going to have this baby. Yet, something told Robbie that being the biological father would make things between he and Sportacus even worse.

"If only I hadn't been so greedy," Robbie scolded himself. He had awoken just a few minutes before his clock chimed three times.

Wondering and wondering. Robbie could not stop his mind from racing faster than a thousand wild horses. He wanted so badly to show Stephanie that he would prove to be a great dad, and maybe have a chance with her. Even though Sportacus was to wed Steph, Robbie considered a few problems. He became confused while thinking whether or not Sportacus would love the baby, since it was not his own. And . . . Would Sportacus even let Robbie visit his own child? That would be a horrid thing; Not being able to see your own flesh and blood. Despite the nice sound of the father title, Robbie knew he was not ready to be one. The mention of fatherhood always made him shake, as his own dad wasn't too great. But then again, none of his childhood was overly-pleasant.

Robbie cursed under his breath and shouted, "I'm not ready for this! Poor Stephanie. I would move mountains for her, but how can I deal with Sportacus? If I'm seen talking to her, he glares at me. Being a dad would be troublesome, but if I'm allowed to help her, I will. With or without Sportacook's permission."

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"You know I'd love to show you my tuxedo, but you can't see it until you start walking down the isle." Sportacus placed a large bag on the ground. He hugged Stephanie as they stood outside of the house.

The knowledge gnawed at her insides. Steph knew it was time to spill the secret.

"Why are you so quiet?" Sport asked, "Have I said something wrong?"

"No, but I'm about to."

"Hmm?"

Stephanie took a deep breath. It's now or never, when it's too late. "I have to tell you something, and I don't want you to say anything until I'm done explaining. Alright?"

Sportacus brushed the back of his hand on her cheek. He nodded. Stephanie prepared to tell the whole story. Sportacus didn't know it, and no one else did either. That intimate day with Robbie was more than anyone prepared for. More than anyone dreamed of. It was a day of lost innocence, but it was a day of gained love.

"Before Robbie went to jail, you know he and I were getting close. In fact, I even told you when we . . . had sex. Well, yesterday's dinner was great. We started talking a lot. And then he told me something completely obvious that I was oblivious to. That night at his welcome back party, I had a big appetite. And then came the night he gave me a bouquet of Baby's Breath." Stephanie inhaled deeply and relaxed her nerves. She finally said, "Robbie was giving me hints, considering I hadn't noticed. I'm pregnant. I know for sure now. While you were gone I talked to Trixie and we went to the drug store together. I bought a pregnancy test and it read posi-"

"You're having Robbie Rotten's baby?" Sportacus wasn't mad. He was downright irate. But his emotions were so singed by anger that he could not show anything but indifference.

"Yes."

He interrogated Steph some more. "Didn't he use protection?"

"Hah." Steph explained, "He did . . . It broke."

The annoyance of hearing nasty news about his Stephanie and enemy Robbie was too much. But then reality hit Sportacus like a ton of bricks, causing his anger to lessen a little. Stephanie was going to be a mother? I'm going to be the baby's father.

"Honey, you know I love you. What Robbie and I did is in the past, and will stay in the past. Except of course the baby, who will be born in a little less than nine months."

"I know Robbie still cares for you, but now I see why he's been so kind lately." Reason returned to Sport's brain. "You will have this baby and we will bring him or her up as best as we can. You have my support all the way, as does your baby. Our baby."

"Thank you. And I'm sure you won't mind letting Robbie visit the baby, since it is technically his."

"Oh. As long as he doesn't want the baby to call him 'Daddy,' because that would screw everything up."

Stephanie smiled, "You are marrying me, right? Then you are the certified father."

"Wait! Why . . . You're having a baby! You should go relax, get some rest, veg out, pig out, hang out, and-"

"Sport!" Steph laughed and added, "You don't have to worry about how my lifestyle is. I'll be more careful, of course. But I probably will rest more tha usual. This won't affect our wedding, though. August twenty-third as planned. I will be yours, you will be mine, and this baby will be ours."

A rush of cheering came from behind a large bush. Out came Trixie, Pixel, Stingy, Ziggy, Bessie, and Milford. They ran over to Stephanie and Sportacus, a group of laughing hyenas left with only the smiles.

"We're so glad you took it well, Sportacus!" Milford said.

"Was this planned?" Sport questioned.

Trixie replied, "What, to listen in on your reaction? No, no, why would you think that? We were only coincidentally behind the same bush when you walked to Steph's house. And it was only luck that you two didn't take long to initiate the conversation, and that we heard the entire thing."

"Yeah. We were here on purpose." Pixel said, annoyed by trixie's drawn-out sarcasm.

"What will you name it if it's a boy?" Stingy wondered.

A male voice answered from behind the crowd, "Not Robbie, that's for sure."

"Robbie," Steph ran to her her friend, "Sportacus isn't mad."

Pride ran through Sportacus' veins. He would support her alright, and that included her friends.

Approaching Robbie, Sport said, "It could be worse. I forgive what you did. And you can visit him or her whenever you choose, Godfather Robbie."

"Godfather? Me? You still want me to be in the baby's life even though you two are to be married?" Confusion overwhelmed Robbie, but he was taking the situation pretty well.

"Yes," Sportacus patted Robbie on the back, "and I want you to be my best man in the wedding as well. Don't you see? Stephanie becoming pregnant, you being proven innocent, our wedding; It all boils down to one thing. And that one thing pulls us through life's complications, joys, sorrows, surprises, and changes. It is age."

"Age?" Bessie questioned.

Smiling, Sportacus pressed on, "Age. Age brings maturation, knowledge, appreciation, physical and emotional growth, tolerance, and love. With all that growing brings, it brings life's lessons. If we cannot take the pain, the obscurities, the unfortunate, and twist them into positive, we may never learn. Everything we have gone through is no mystery. It's life."

Silence.

"I don't get it." Robbie blurted, "That still doesn't make sense of why you want me to be your best man, or your illegitimate child's Godfather."

"Robbie," Bessie laughed. "Sportacus was saying that because of all that life has thrown at him, he is finally ready to accept everything as it is."

Scratching his chin, Robbie shook his head. He simply stated, "Alright then. I'm happy you don't hate me anymore, Sportacus."

"I say we all go out for some pizza." Ziggy cheered, "And maybe some ice cream after!"

"Why not?" Mayor Meanswell said. "We could all use some comfort food right about now."

"I'll get my wallet," Sportacus declared.

Stephanie giggled. She was at peace. And ready to eat for two.