{ Chica - 4 months later }

The girls were giddy as they walked toward the car, both of them babbling nonstop, talking over one another and neither hearing what the other was saying.

"I can't even-"

"At the same time, too-"

The boys were back at the house, and the girls had gone out together. They had said they were going out to eat, but had done something completely different. Now they were returning home, excited. Bonnie got in the driver's seat and Chica rode shotgun.

All the way home they talked, smiling and sniffling and laughing and worrying. They debated whether or not to stop for ice cream.

"But the news!" Bonnie protested.

"But ICE CREEEEEEAM!" Chica whined, bouncing slightly.

"We can go tell the boys and then all go out for ice cream."

Chica groaned slightly, but nodded. She crossed her arms and sulked playfully as they drove home.

Foxy, Freddy, and Gold were playing Wii U when the girls came home. Freddy paused the game and stood.

"Hey there, my little bird," he said to Chica as he kissed her cheek. He started calling her his little bird because she was small, (the shortest out of the five, just slightly shorter than Bonnie), and she was delicate. To Freddy, at least.

Foxy got up as well and embraced Bonnie with a smile.

"We have some good news," Chica said with a grin.

"You brought leftovers?" Gold asked excitedly, scurrying up beside Freddy with a hopeful expression on his face.

"No," Chica laughed. "We didn't even go out to eat."

"Did you go to the club?" Gold asked with a smirk.

"Do we look or sound drunk to you?" Bonnie asked with a chuckle.

Gold nodded. "True, true."

"Okay, I give," Freddy said. "Where did you go?"

"The hospital," Chica told him.

"What?" Foxy asked, knitting his eyebrows. "Are ye lasses hurt?"

Bonnie and Chica exchanged a glance. They're denser than we thought.

"No, we're perfectly okay," Bonnie assured him. She bit her lip, trying to force back her smile.

"Better than okay," Chica added with a giggle.

Freddy bounced in place slightly. "Oh my gosh, girls. You're killing us."

Gold groaned. "Not me," he said, walking back to the couch. "You lost me when you said you didn't have food."

Freddy rolled his eyes at his brother. "But really, spit it out already!" he asked them, his eyes switching from Chica to Bonnie and back again.

"Yeah," Foxy piped in. "What's the big deal? Why were ye at the hospital?"

The girls looked at each other, wide smiles present on their faces. Their eyes sparkled with excitement and love, but also worry and uncertainty for the future.

They turned back to their husbands, put their hands on their stomachs, and exclimed happily at the same time, "We're pregant!"

END OF BOOK THREE.