Back after long absence in this fandom. Before we start: Jemima is slightly older than she (presumably) is in the musical, and Tugger is not Munkustrap's brother.

Big news

For WhittingtonsFriend (who, if I'm not mistaken, changed their name)

Jemima took a deep breath. She heard her father approach. She could do this.

"... and as you see, we chose a kind of puce color for the wall," she heard her father's voice say. Wait... who was he talking to?

"Oh, it looks so nice, Munkie."

Munkie? Jemima only knew one cat who called him that...

She walked into the living room of the den and saw her dad Munkustrap giving his aunt Jennyanydots a tour through the den, apparently. Damn. This could complicate things.

"Oh, hello there darling," Munkustrap said when he noticed his daughter.

"Oh, Jemima," Jenny said lovingly, "You've grown so much since last time!"

"Yes, she's an adult queen now," Munk proudly said. "So, what have you been up to today?"

"Oh, you know, the usual stuff," she casually answered. "Listen, dad, there's something I'd like to talk to you about, you know, when aunt Jenny is gone."

"Actually, dear, I invited her for dinner, so she'll be here the entire evening."

"Really? I kinda wanted to tell you today."

"Well, whatever it is you want to tell me, I'm sure aunt Jenny has the right to hear it as well."

"Oh, of course dear," Jennyanydots confirmed. "You know you can tell me anything!"

"But this is kind of a thing between father and daughter..."

"What about your mother?" Munk asked. "Don't you have to tell her?"

"But by the time she gets back from traveling, well... it'll be a bit obvious."

"What will be obvious?"

"Well, uh..." She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

"You WHAT?"

"Oh, how wonderful…" Jenny started.

"No! No, it's not! Jem, how did this happen?"

"Seriously? How do you think it happened, dad?"

"But… Who?"

"… Tugger…"

"WHAT? You mean Rum Tum Tugger?"

"Yes."

"THE Rum Tum Tugger?"

"Yes!"

"The one I EXPLICITLY told you NOT to go out with?"

"YES!"

"Have you thought of a name already?" Jenny asked.

"Well…"

"This is not the right moment, aunt Jenny! I need to have a very SERIOUS conversation with my daughter."

"But Munkie…"

"No, Jenny! You are grounded forever, Jem!"

"Do you know if it's going to be a tom or a queen, darling?"

"No, I think I'll ask Tantomile if she senses anything."

"Hello? Jemima, are you listening to me?"

"Does the father already know?"

"No, I'm nervous to tell him…"

"It'll be alright, dear."

"It's NOT going to be 'alright'! You are in serious trouble, miss!"

"May I suggest a color for the room of the kit? Cyan, with a hint of magenta..."

"This is not the time, aunt Jenny!" Munkustrap yelled at his aunt.

"Munkie! Keep your voice down and don't be so rude!"

Munk sighed. "Look, aunt Jenny… It's just… I'd like to have a moment alone with my daughter, please?"

"Fine." Jenny turned around and waddled away. "Take care, honey," she said to Jemima before walking away.

"Finally! I thought she was never going to give us some privacy!" Munk said with a relieved sigh.

"You're the one who brought her, you liquor. And you insisted on me telling her as well."

"Yes, whatever. Now, I am going to have a serious word with that Tugger fellow and his parents. I will not tolerate this kind of…"

"Dad."

"No, don't bother to try change my mind. You are still my daughter and…"

"Dad!"

"You may be considered an adult by some, but you…"

"DAD!"

Munkustrap stopped and looked at his daughter. "What?"

"Look at the date."

He looked to his side, to the calendar that hung against the wall. It was the first day of April. It took a while before it hit him, and when it did, he slowly started to chuckle. He looked at his daughter again. "Oh, Jemima, you little rascal!" He laughed. "You really scared me there for a while!"

Jemima chuckled nervously. "Hehehe… Yeah… It wasn't a prank, though."

"Wha-"

The End

A/N: Last request done. Still open for requests, thank you very much!