This was inspired by an "Imagine Your OTP" post on Tumblr. It's short but sweet.
It was the middle of the night, so why was Chell hearing whispering? She roused herself from the drowsiness that threatened to send her back into her dreams to find out what was talking, but once her senses cleared, she found she didn't have to go far. She felt a hand on her pregnant belly. Wheatley was whispering to her stomach, rambling on and on about his life in Aperture.
"...So we were running and running - well, your mum was running. I was gliding along a rail... Uh, it's a long story - anyway, then we get to this room where they were manufacturing the turrets. We needed to get into the scanner room so we could sabotage Her turrets. I tell your mum to turn around so I could hack the door. She did, I hacked at the door and then, you would not believe this, and then the door opened! Leet skills right there! Master hacker, your ol' dad is. Your mum was VERY impressed. I could tell. She didn't actually say anything, but I knew she was impressed. Who wouldn't be by hacking skills that advanced?"
"Wheatley?" Chell said. Wheatley paused and looked up at her. He could just make out her sleepy face in the darkened room.
"Did I wake you, luv? Sorry. Just telling Junior here about our daring escape from Aperture. He's quite the listener. I think he gets that from you." The baby chose that moment to kick under Wheatley's hand, causing Wheatley's face to light up like the 4th of July. "See? He agrees with me! Or she. Still can't tell which it'll be yet. Until it's born. But we've talked about it and we're pretty sure he's a boy. I asked him to check and he told me he was most definately a boy. Not with words, of course. He'd be a downright prodigy if he could talk already. No, he communicated with his little kicks. Surprised you didn't feel them before. We had a very intelectual conversation. He-" Chell's soft breathing made Wheatley realize she'd fallen asleep during his explanation.
"Did you see that? She fell asleep on me! But I can't blame her." The baby moved under his hand. "No, don't wake her again. She needs her sleep." Another movement. "Yes, I'm sure. You need your sleep as well." The baby gave a kick. "Don't argue with me, young man. We've had a nice conversation. I can tell you the rest of the story tomorrow." He felt another soft movement under his hand. "Yes, it's best that we -*yawn*- that we go to sleep." The baby made one more movement in Chell's stomach. "Love you, too. Goodnight."