Artie Ziff sat alone in his office desk, reviewing his daily work and thinking of the changes he could do with the company. So far, he had given them some pretty good ideas, at least he thought so any way. But none of them were approved, and at the moment, he felt that things weren't working out for him. He especially hated how he had to use the outdated computers when newer versions were available. Sure it was nice to have the Apple brand, but he felt these old computers were too slow and were not as efficient. He knew he could do the work faster if the damn things moved faster.

Artie grumbled under his breath, he was really excited about working for this company but once he stayed around long enough, he realized how cheap and lazy his coworkers and supervisors were. He knew he would not be having these kinds of problems in Capitol City, but of course he came back to Springfield for Marge who needed to be with her family in case of a crisis. Of course she ended up getting a job that she loved and was happy about. That was always a plus. He knew he would have to stick it out for a while, perhaps he would find something better sooner or later. Hopefully soon then he would not feel so stressed and annoyed by how things were running.

The only good thing about today was the fact that he was getting ready to leave work early. He was going to meet Marge at the doctors. He knew it was nothing serious, but if that was the case, he would be there for her and help her decide what to do. These past few days were really upsetting to Artie, Marge looked exhausted even when she slept for twelve hours, and she could not keep food down, she admitted that she felt hungry even when she was feeling nauseated. Definitely a strange combination, but then again it could mean something that he was not quite expecting so soon.

Just the very idea of that was not something he was prepared for yet, maybe three years down the line, but now? Sure it was nice for it to happen, but would he be ready for such a big change? They had only been married for nearly a year, and he was still trying to work his way up with his job. But maybe it really was the flu, at least he hoped so. This kind of change was a very expensive change.

Artie let out a sigh and looked at the clock, still another fifteen minutes before he could leave. Today was really going by very slowly and that wasn't helping his mood. He continued to stare at what he was working on, wondering if he could improve in any way. He was so deep in thought that he nearly jumped out of his seat when someone knocked on the door.

"Oh, sorry Artie, didn't mean to startle you," the person at the door said.

Artie let out a heavy sigh and regained his balance before looking to see who it was. He was very surprised indeed.

"Olivia?" Artie exclaimed. Great, he thought he would never see her again, not after she was kicked out of the internship after another coworker called her out when she tried to seduce him like she had done to Artie.

"Hello Artie!" She said in a rather seductive tone.

"What are you doing here?" Artie asked as he tried to remain calm.

"Oh I was interning just upstairs these past few months, somehow being kicked out of the last internship didn't bother them, I guess they really needed me. They've liked me so much that they are planning on hiring me on this floor. Isn't that great Artie! We can see each other again." Olivia exclaimed happily as she jumped up and hugged Artie. Artie quickly pushed her out of the way.

"That's great to hear Olivia, but its probably not going to be as easy as it used to be. I'm married now," Artie replied.

"Oh..." Olivia replied. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"I think it's great," Artie said as he tried to continue with his work.

"Not for me it's not," Olivia said as she sat on his desk revealing how short her skirt was as she sat cross legged hoping that Artie would keep his attention on her.

"Well I'm sorry you feel that way, now can you please go, I need to finish my work soon so I can leave early." Artie said as he tried to keep his eyes on his slow computer screen.

Olivia was not about to give up. For a moment, she watched Artie before letting out a sly smile as she slid off his desk and leaned against the corner of the desk as closely as she could to him. But Artie paid no attention to her and Olivia had to resort to becoming a cat. Stealthily she leaned forward in front of him, her long, skinny body on top of the keyboard that Artie was supposed to be using.

Artie stared back, shocked to see the same lovely lady who seduced him a few years earlier trying it again on him. Unfortunately it seemed to be working as she slowly moved forward and put her arms around his shoulder before rubbing her hand on his cheek.

"Remember that night, back in Capitol City, Marge didn't get out of class until later so we had all the time in the world," Olivia said seductively.

Artie let out a heavy and satisfied smile, how could he forget that night? "I do."

"I bet we can make it more grand tonight than we did before," Olivia said as she was now sitting on top of Artie and trying to take off his tie.

Artie let out a grin and could take it no longer. Before Olivia even realized it, she was pinned against the wall of Artie's office as both shared a loving embrace. Their lips met while Olivia clung to Artie hoping that he would take his pants off soon. She knew though they needed to find a better balance and before Artie could do anything else, they were back at the desk again, only this time they were on top of it pushing things around and knocking things over.

One item in particular got knocked over and caught Artie's attention. He let go of Olivia and stared down at the floor while Olivia, thinking that it was time to go even further, began to unbuckle him. But Artie wasn't paying attention, instead he stared down at the item that fell, a photo of Marge, days after the wedding. Standing on a beach in Florida, looking beautiful and so very happy. That's when he remembered that she was at the doctors waiting for him, hoping that she was okay and that nothing was wrong. He needed to stop and before Olivia could go even further, he pushed her off and rebuckled his belt. Olivia only stared back at him in surprise.

"Well, I think it's time we went our separate ways," Artie said as he tried to lead Olivia out the door.

Olivia slowly followed behind him trying to think of other ways to win Artie's affections. She had always liked Artie and never liked how he was with someone else. She wanted him to be hers and no one else's She didn't care if it would ruin a relationship, in her heart she believed that Artie was hers, not that stupid Marge and her giant blue hair. Definitely not, Artie deserved better, and she believed herself to be better.

Artie opened the door for Olivia to leave but to his annoyance she did not leave the room, instead she stood in front of the door trying her best to look sexy and wait for him to come after her again. Artie only stared back, trying to figure out how to get her to leave.

"Are you really ready to do that?" Olivia asked seductively.

"Do what?" asked Artie as he stared at her body.

"Go our separate ways?" Olivia said.

Artie stared back, he needed to leave now so he could be with Marge. Marge needed him, if he didn't show up Marge would worry and that would lead to trouble.

"Yes," Artie replied and pushed her out the door before closing it behind him. He locked it tightly so she would not try to enter again.

"Dammit Artie! We could have had something! You'll change your mind eventually, I know you will," Olivia cried out before stomping away in an angry huff.

Artie let out a sigh and returned to his desk where the picture of Marge sat. He stared at it for a good minute before setting it down with a heavy heart. "That was a close one, I don't know why I keep trying to give in to her. I know we can make it and that things will be okay."

Then without another word, he packed up his belongings and made his way out the door to his car and to the doctors office. Hoping that things would be alright as long as he and Marge were together. Hopefully he would not give into temptation again, and that things would work out for both of them.

Marge sat alone in the cold waiting room of the doctors office fighting the urge to open the door and run to the nearest restroom to throw up what would be nothing but bile and some cracker bits. She felt both hungry and sick at the same time and it was the worst feeling in the world for her. She felt so exhausted, like the weight of the world was on top of her, her hair was all tangled and matted and she just felt weak. If she could she would sleep right on top of the examining table, sanitary sheet and all. Who cared if it made the crinkle noise, she probably would not notice after a few minutes.

So far the doctors had taken a urine and blood sample from her, took her blood pressure, weighed her, and put pressure on her stomach, giving her the feeling of wanting to barf right on the floor. The doctor barely said anything, only asked how she felt, how long the sickness had been, and how sexually active she was. The last question sort of worried her. She and Artie, even though married, didn't have sex much. Both came home late and were just too tired to really do it. The last time they did it was at least three weeks ago and even then it didn't last very long. But what if that was enough? Both were not ready for that kind of commitment, they were too busy getting their life together. Maybe five years from now, but not now.

It wasn't long before she heard footsteps heading her way and she braced herself for the news. But when Doctor Reynolds opened the door, he stood there and motioned for her to follow him to his office. Slowly Marge, slid down the table and put on her shoes before making her way down the hall. As she did so, she wondered where Artie was. He said he would be here for her, but so far he had not shown up. Perhaps he got sidetracked at work. Either way she still needed him, just the way he held her in his arms was enough for her to feel comforted.

She didn't have to worry for very long though, once the doctor opened the door, she found Artie sitting in one of the desks staring back at her with a concerned smile. Marge smiled back and moved forward to hug him tightly. The Doctor Reynolds, watched them for a minute before clearing his throat to let them know he was ready to explain what was going on.

"So is everything okay?" Artie asked nervously.

"Everything is fine," Doctor Reynolds replied calmly.

"Then why do I feel so miserable," Marge asked with heavy sigh and stared at the garbage can next to the desk.

"Well according to my charts here, you are one month pregnant," Doctor Reynolds replied as he handed both Artie and Marge a piece of paper.

Artie took the paper and stared at it for a moment, Marge could not tell if he was happy or sad. She of course was unsure of what to think, bringing a baby into the world was no small task especially now when they were still warming up in life.

"And the chart's don't lie do they," Artie said with a sigh.

"Nope, they are very accurate, rarely wrong," Doctor Reynolds said.

"Look's like we might have to make a few changes," Marge said nervously.

Artie stared back at Marge, stared back at his pale, sickly looking wife. He could not be angry with her, he was surprised yes, definitely surprised. This was not planned but for some reason he felt some small joy growing inside him, telling him that he would become a father in eight months. It was so strange, so foreign, but somehow exciting, a father!

"Marge, I know it's too soon, but maybe this baby will help us become who we need to be," Artie said as he held her hand.

"...So you're not mad?" Marge asked.

"Mad? I'm not mad, I'm more surprised than anything. We did agree to not start a real family until at least five years down the road though," Artie replied.

"True, but we can't really change that now can we?" Marge said with a shrug.

"I know," Artie replied as he looked down at the floor.

Artie really had no idea what to think of this new situation. He really wasn't prepared for this, and he knew Marge wasn't either. In eight months he was going to be a father. A father? That was something he hadn't thought of being, not even in the future really, and it felt strange. Would they be able to take care of the child at all, sure they had enough money, but was he ready to be a father? He really had no idea, perhaps as time went on maybe.

"A baby is a big change, but you would be so surprised by how fast the time goes. I have two teenagers and it felt like only yesterday I was changing their diapers," Doctor Reynolds said.

"I bet it was a fun journey," Marge said.

"It was yes, but for now, it's just waiting for it to come and that feels like forever. But with each visit you will find more development and even learn the sex of the baby in only a few months," Doctor Reynolds said.

Marge stared back at Artie. He gave her a nervous grin, a kind of grin that made her wonder if this was setting him back on all his dreams now. But sometimes things get in the way, and all your hopes become delayed. Maybe his excitement would grow once everything came together. After all, it was a big surprise.

"This should be exciting, but I guess it really hasn't sunk in yet," Marge finally said.

"And that is normal for some, especially when it's not exactly planned. But I bet when you come back for a checkup, you'll both have names for the child and will want to see what it looks like in the ultrasound," Doctor Reynolds said.

"Yeah," Artie replied still staring at the ground. Doctor Reynolds dismissed it and smiled back at Marge.

"Do you have any questions?" Doctor Reynolds asked.

"Well, so far I have one. How long will I be feeling miserable like I am?" Marge asked.

"This is usually during the first trimester, so you won't be feeling yourself for about a month or two. But try to eat when you can, you need to keep yourself and the baby healthy," Doctor Reynolds replied.

"And when will we learn the sex?" Marge asked.

"Eighteen weeks," Doctor Reynolds replied.

The Doctor looked at both Artie and Marge for a moment, waiting for them to ask any more questions. Marge only shrugged and looked at Artie who just shook his head. No questions from him today, apparently he was still grasping the idea of having a child soon.

"Then that's all the time I really have for you two today, so go ahead and talk to the receptionist, she will give you another date where we can meet, and good luck," Doctor Reynolds said as he escorted them to the door.

Marge and Artie made their way down the hall, unsure of really what to say about all of this and not saying much. Marge made her next appointment, which was to be in another month and got a few tips from the receptionist about how to handle morning sickness before heading out to door with Artie. Both left in their own cars so both were left to ponder the situation as they drove home.

Marge tried her best to not feel too queasy as she made her way home. The past few nights of driving seemed to take forever as she wanted to lay down more than anything. But now that she knew why she felt so sick, she ignored her upset stomach and thought about the future it was bringing. She was a month pregnant, so far it was not noticeable, she looked just as skinny as she had been, she was surprised she could even gain any weight at the moment thanks to how sick she felt. She knew that the the first trimester would be the worst, so for now she just had to grin and bear it while thinking of more important things, like what to name the baby.

She really didn't care if it was a boy or a girl, what mattered most was that it would turn out healthy in the long run. But what would she name it? If it was a boy, maybe Larry or Marcus. Well maybe not Larry, that sounded too old to her, and Marcus well it just probably wouldn't fit and just seemed like an odd man out. Maybe Bartholomew, yeah it sounded humble and sweet. If it was a girl, well Marge always loved the name Lisa, especially after she had a friend growing up by that name. Such a sweet name for a sweet little girl. Marge let out a sigh, Lisa, if the baby was a girl, that would be her name. Hopefully Artie would agree.

Artie drove home with heavy thoughts in his mind. He somehow sensed that the night would end with a big change coming into their lives. He dreaded the idea of a baby, but knew it would happen eventually whether they liked it or not. But now there would be a big change in the family, there would be a little girl or boy to take care of in less than a year. It was such a strange thought, he could not believe this was happening. He just wanted to move up in the world. He wasn't ready for a child yet, but he had no choice, it was his fault for forgetting to use protection and for believing Marge that her chances of having a baby were slim. Now he had to make changes, his sleep routine would be ruined, his chances of spending time with the boss for promotions would be nonexistent because he would have to help care for the baby. What was worse was the constant crying, yes he already had those thoughts in his head. Those thoughts of what little AJ would do. AJ? Artie Junior? For some reason that name had a nice ring to it. He could imagine a little boy named AJ growing up to be just like him, smart, handsome, and sophisticated. He would grow to be a great technical guy like his dad. Yes AJ would be amazing and he would be proud of him.

Artie smiled as he pulled into the drive next to Marge and got out in a rather playful manner as he ran up and hugged Marge tightly.

"Well I see you're excited now," Marge said a little worried by Artie's sudden change in mood.

"I am, for I have one of the best names ever for our little guy," Artie said.

"Oh really?" asked Marge as Artie lead her into the house. "And what would that be?"

A/N: Yeah I'm gonna stop right there. I thought it would be an interesting place to stop for now. I can let you guys leave it up to your imagination about how that conversation went. As you can see, we are sort of now on Marge and Artie, and its probably gonna be that way for the rest of the story. Homer will be around, but not as many chapters will be about him. I think I have twelve chapters left, now if only I had better motivation than this. Oh well. And I will admit, since Artie has only been in three episodes, he is a little hard to write. So I probably haven't gotten him down very good, but I tried.

Any way there is the chapter, hope you all enjoyed it. I will update again when I can so please review and let me know what you think. Also I have no idea why my links don't work on my profile page. I tried to fix it, I think it might be a glitch of some kind. Oh well. Hope you are all well and I will update soon.