A/N: Alright, a few chaps to go. I'm plannig on a nice, serious, dramatic, angsty fic with Robbie/Steph. Keep your eyes open for it.

Nine

Another week passed by bringing last minute wedding plans and a buzzing of joy from each Lazytowner. Final preparations were made for the wedding reception. Sportacus sent a letter to the dance hall listing different possible motifs. Stephanie had also been busy planning her and Sportacus' honeymoon. They would hopefully have a week's vacation somewhere in Ireland or California. It all depended on whether Sportacus wanted glam and glory versus simple scenery.

Meanwhile, the gang continued on with their lives, only a little better now due to excitement. Robbie hadn't given up his kind streak. Stephanie figured he would stay this way from then on.

"Catch!" Ziggy threw a baseball at Robbie.

They were playing baseball. Stingy was the batter and Robbie, the pitcher.

On the bench nearby sat Stephanie. She was tying her shoes, getting ready to play. There was no way she would miss out on a ball game. Especially since she was opposing Robbie.

"Hey batter, batter, batter!" Trixie taunted. She was the umpire.

Steph called to her friends, "Wait up! I'm coming."

The game began. Stephanie held a baseball mit and watched as Stingy hit a foul. He swung again, this time hitting it hard. The ball flew high, and Ziggy ran to catch it. Unfortunately, the ball fell to the ground with a thud. Grabbing it as fast as he could, Ziggy began to chase Stingy, who was heading for first base.

"Ziggy, get him!" Robbie yelled, clearly anxious to win.

Sportacus watched eagerly as Stingy made the base safely. He stepped up to the batting plate and picked up the baseball bat. Robbie knew Sportacus would hit the ball on the first try. He tried a fastball, but Sportacus hit it without hint of failure. Stephanie now in the game, she chased after Stingy and tagged him triumphantly before he reached the second base. However, Sportacus made it to first.

"Robbie," Stephanie jogged over to him, "I know you're doing the best you can. Perhaps you can bring it up a notch? When you're throwing, think of everything that's ever made you angry. I bet you it will work, and you'll throw like a pro. Alright?"

"Sure thing, Pinky." Robbie began thinking of irritating memories.

Pixel stepped up to the plate next. Being in the outfield, Trixie closed in on him a bit. She wanted to be ready for this one, unlike the others.

Think angry, Robbie. Sportacus . . . stealing Stephanie away all those times. Or all those times I failed my inventions and plans. Well, those don't matter anymore. Different thoughts ran through Robbie's head, only one of them making him mad enough to give Pixel his first strike. Oh . . . Want to make me irate, Sportacus? How about you not letting me father my own child?

Another fastball caused Pixel to strike.

"Argh! That's it!" Robbie's face scrunched up in anger.

He raised his arm high, brought it backwards a bit, and let go with all of his might. The ball, now a deadly weapon, hit Pixel in the shoulder.

"Ow, man! What's with you, Robbie?" Pixel rubbed his shoulder to relieve the pain.

Sportacus could sense the tension. "I think we should play a less violent game. How about tag?"

"Yeah!" Trixie cheered.

The others agreed. Robbie only nodded. He acted as though the ball was never thrown. Within seconds the gang returned their baseball equipment and huddled in a group.

"How are we to chose who's it?" Trixie asked, obviously not wanting to go first.

"Oh," Steph's stomach lurched. "I have to use the ladie's room. I'll be right back." She hoped the weird feeling in her stomach wouldn't last too long.

Robbie raised his eyebrow. As Steph ran to her Uncle's house, he sideglanced at Sportacus. The great Lazytown hero was tying a shoelace. This gave Robbie a chance to sneak away towards Steph's house. He knew the kids wouldn't interfere. They were aware of his concern for Steph and his baby.

In the bathroom sat Stephanie, crying. A knock on the door was heard. It can't be Uncle Milford, she thought, as he is with Bessie right now.

"Who is it?" Steph called, stifling her sobs.

Robbie spoke clearly, "It's your favorite villain. I've come to check on you.Your face seemed a little pale today. Are you sick?"

"No . . . I'll be out in a minute. Wait for me in the kitchen. Help yourself to a drink or snack." Steph fell silent. She hurried out of the bathroom after wiping her eyes.

Downstairs she went, not at all surprised to see Robbie nibbling on a cookie. It didn't take long to notice Steph's red eyes and blushing cheeks.

"Pinky . . ." He dropped the cookie.

Steph approached him, "It's gone."

"What-"

"The baby."

"I don't understand." Robbie frowned.

Taking a deep breath, Steph faught back more tears.

She explained, "Robbie, I had a miscarriage. The baby is gone."

Instantly, Robbie grabbed Steph and hugged her tightly. His shoulder was becoming damp due to her soft tears.

"I thought you still had feelings for Stephanie," A familiar voice spoke, "But I wasn't aware you would still force yourself on her."

Whizzing around, Steph purposely stared at him with her drenched eyes. His scowl died down into a plain, blank stare.

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The explanation was short enough to keep Stephanie from completely losing all sanity. She still could not fathom her loss. However, she kept an optimistic mind as always.

"I had a living organism inside of me, and it's gone. What's wrong with me?" Stephanie hugged a pillow and hoped to see Sportacus soon.

A few days had passed since the incident and Steph decided to rest at home for awhile. Sportacus visited her on the previous day only to leave abrubtly for work reasons. Being alone was calming, but Steph ached for loving arms to sweetly embrace her.

Robbie had taken the news well after he absorbed the reality of it all. Knowing his own felsh and blood was running around would've been fantastic. Yet, he also considered how much easier it would be for Steph to wed and have Sport's child. Without Robbie's baby, chances of tension between he and Sport were slimming down. Perfect for returning to a near-normal lifestyle.

As for the remainder of the Lazytown group, they portrayed their sympathy with hugs, flowers, and constant phone calls. This caused Milford to turn off Stephanie's phone. Even he was upset, but knew a kiss on the forehead and time alone was good for Steph. Bessie, on the other hand, sent chocolates that ended up being eaten by Milford once Stephanie turned them down.

"Stephanie, someone's here to see you." The Mayor said loudly through her closed door.

The tired eyes lit up with upmost excitement as Sportacus entered the bedroom. He closed the door behind him and walked directly to the bed. Sitting beside her, he pulled out a box from one of his pockets.

"I want to marry you, Stephanie. I want you to re-accept my proposal." He teasingly opened the box in front of her.

Inside was a gold-chained necklace with a heart-shaped locket. Steph wanted to cry, but her eyes were completely dried out. She wrapped loving arms around Sportacus' head and tenderly kissed him. It wasn't because of the locket, but Steph suddenly knew one-hundred percent who her heart belonged to. Infatuation was no longer an issue.

"Sportacus, I'm so in love with you." Steph smiled for the first time in days. "The baby's upbringing could have been brilliant with you and I. But I know now that we can plan out our future including a family extention later on."

"True. This is pretty much a new beginning." A glimpse of happiness shimmered with vibrant color in Steph's eyes. She clasped the locket around her neck and pushed the bed sheets off to face the new day.

Sport stood up with a big grin on his face.

A new and tremendous beginning.

"Now, my dear, let's finish planning our wedding."

The joy did not deminish from either hero.