Prompt: I'm Pregnant.


Oh crap, was seemingly the only thing that could come to Pacifica's mind as she looked down at the tiny little piece of plastic in her hand. She bit her lip, her eyes focusing on the two horizontal red lines that were in the middle of the tiny plastic stick.

Her hand went up to rub her temple, brushing back a bang of hair as she rubbed and rubbed, the nibbling on her lips increasing.

Okay, Pacifica…let's calm down and look at this logically, she thought, leaning back slightly on the toilet seat and looking at the ceiling. I mean…you did miss your period…and you're married now…so, like, this is what married people do, right? She rubbed her forehead. Except I'm not ready for that.

A sudden knock came at the bathroom door, jolting Pacifica out of her worried musing.

"Hey, Paz, you okay?" Came Dipper's voice, sounding mildly concerned. "You've been in the bathroom all morning. Breakfast is getting cold, ya know."

"I'll be out in a minute, Dipper!" Pacifica called back, her eyes darting to the door as she got up and paced around in the bathroom, her hands still rubbing her temple. "Just gimme a second!"

There was a pregnant pause before Dipper spoke again. "Okay then, Paz. I'll be downstairs, okay?"

"Sure, sure!" Pacifica answered, mentally chiding herself for how fast and stressed her response sounded. The sound of Dipper's retreating footsteps at the very least meant that he wasn't suspicious. Pacifica stepped in front of the mirror, taking a moment to try and calm herself.

Just calm down, Pacifica. Calm down, and think of a way to tell him. A part of her advised, sounding as calm and collected as ever. She bit her lip again. Anyways, if you try to keep it a secret, he'll find out anyways. Save yourself the stress and just tell him.

"Ugh…." she groaned, rubbing her forehead for what felt like the dozenth time. "This is so crazy…"

She took one last deep breath, before grabbing her clothes and throwing them on. She fixed her hair, which still was a bit ruffled from sleeping, and did her best to make herself look a little bit more awake by putting on some light makeup. Feeling she was as presentable as possible given the circumstances, she left her bedroom bathroom, and headed down the stairs. She walked rather slowly, still trying to brace herself for her inevitable need to tell Dipper…the News.

She reached the bottom of the stairs, pausing by a small, simplistic mirror that was hung on the wall, giving her hair one final adjustment.

"Well…" she murmured, inhaling sharply. "Here we go."

With that, she rounded the corner and stepped into the kitchen, where, sitting at the small table and eating his breakfast with content, was Dipper, hair still wild and unkempt from last night, face still covered with stubble. He looked up at Pacifica as she entered the room, giving her a big, lopsided grin.

"And there we are!" he laughed, motioning for her to sit down. "Was wondering what was keeping you." he slid a plate with pancakes, eggs and bacon towards her. "I microwaved it so it would be nice and warm."

Pacifica nodded, taking the plate and beginning to eat, trying her best to relax. After all, it was no use looking like she was stressed and therefore raising Dipper's suspicions.

The pair ate in silence for a few minutes, before Dipper raised an eyebrow as he peered at her over his coffee mug. "Usually you're more talkative at breakfast." he asked, setting the coffee mug down, eyebrow still raised. "What's eating at you?"

Pacifica nearly choked on her piece of bacon when Dipper asked the question. After a second of clearing her throat, she shrugged slightly, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

"Oh, I-um, well…" she looked down at her food, idly moving it back and forth with her fork. "It's nothing, really…just a minor problem. Nothing I couldn't deal with."

There was a pause as Dipper looked down at his plate, his expression blank, before looked back up at Pacifica with a curious look. "What sort of minor problem?"

Shit. Pacifica put her fork and knife down, her hands darting down to fiddle with the fabric of her jeans. She could feel her blush spread across her face, burning along her cheeks and around her ears.

"Pacifica, you alright?" Dipper asked again, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You're blushing like crazy."

"I'm pregnant!" Pacifica blurted out at the top of her lungs, her hands almost instantly slamming over her mouth after the words left her mouth. She looked at Dipper, eyes wide in panic.

Dipper's expression was as if someone had reached into his head, and unplugged the power cable to his brain. His eyes lazily drifted down to Pacifica's stomach, before drifting back up to meet her own eyes. They held eye contact for a long, strange, deathly quiet moment. His strange silence was starting to worry Pacifica, and her hands slowly slid away from her mouth.

"Dip–Dipper?" Pacifica squeaked, leaning forwards slightly. "You okay?"

Dipper's response was his entire body going slack as he fainted straight away.