"Oh!"

It was one, tiny squeak that got the attention of three males in the room. Fionna was sitting up straight, her hand on her stomach eyes wide and she'd abandoned whatever she was attempting to "knit" as she liked to call it. She blinked a few times her eyes still wide when she looked down at her bump like she was waiting for something. Flame Prince was over at her side in an instant sitting next to her and he had a worry line between his eye brows.

"What's wrong? What happened?" He asked quickly like a babble when Fionna just simple grabbed his hand and pressed it against her stomach. One joy the couple found was that Flame Prince didn't need to wear his specially made ring from Gumball to touch Fionna, the reason being that because she was pregnant with his child she had a sort of immunity to his flames now.

"Shhh." She murmured moving his hand slowly across her stomach. "Just wait." So he did, curiously looking at his wife while Gumball and Marshall standing up like there was something for them to do. Then Flame Prince's face changed all at once, so quick it was like watching an etch sketch on his face. It went from worried to marveling awe.
"Oh!" How strange both words came in two different forms. The first, from Fionna was surprise and now awe colored his word. "A kick!"

Fionna grinned then and rubbed the back of his hand. "More like a punch." She replied then held her hand out to Gumball. "Give me your hand! You gotta feel this!"

"Fionna-" He started taking a step closer when she reached out grabbing his hand and yanked it forward. She brushed Flame Prince's hand off which made him sigh out softly but smile friendly all the same. The moment his hand made contact there was a soft, muted hit against his palm that got his eyes widening just a touch. There was another muted hit and Fionna giggled then.

"Marshall, come here!" She chirped now in a completely good mood, glowing like someone turned a light on and he walked over no problem and pressed his hand where Gumball's had been. Immediate, constant soft kicking that made the both of them laugh loudly. "Wow, I don't think the baby's kicked this hard or constantly!"

Marshall then grinned and shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a magic man!" The vampire then pulled his hand away sighing softly. "I wish I could have a baby!"

Fionna raised a brow when his hand pulled away and she smiled at the familiar heat of Flame Prince's hand on her stomach where the baby now kicked lightly at his hand, calming down it seemed. "I can't believe that! You're too childish, Marshall~ I mean, I'd love to be Auntie Fi but still you having a baby? That's really hard to see, no offense."

"None taken~" Marshall replied then smiled at his friend good natured. "I can't even see myself being a father half the time but still sometimes I wish I were." He then lightly poked Fionna's cheek. "But being the rad, cool Uncle Marshall is better than anything~"

Fionna then grinned wickedly. "Ah sure sure! Uncle Marshall!" She then stood up with Flame Prince looking up. "Bubba, take a walk with me!"

Gumball looked surprised but offered his arm, much like he did when they showed up at her house the literal day before yesterday. She slid her arm in his and they walked out of the room. She was quiet as they walked down the hall from the living room her face clouding lightly even while one hand pressed against her stomach softly, obviously still feeling and counting the kicks. Gumball then finally decided to talk. "You alright, Fionna?"

"Mm?" She looked up like she'd been in some far off land and smiled gently. "I'm fine. Let's talk outside, okay?" He nodded walking her to the front door, which surprisingly wasn't that far down the hall from the living room. He didn't think Fionna would ever get used to the grand receiving hall of the castle but she seemed perfectly at ease now.

He held the door open for her and he then gave her his arm again and they walked outside around to her favorite sitting swing. He walked towards it, making her smile softly at the sight of it and they walked down the walk way. It was near the front of the castle, by the front gates, and it was their favorite spot to go and talk. Hell, this is where he found her on the night of wedding, stressing about what to do. She sat on the swing sighing as if grateful to be off her ankles, Gumball sitting next to her, pulling his arm from hers but relaxing on the swing.

It was quiet between them for some time, both just rocking their feet on the ground to rock the swing itself. Then Fionna sighed out and leaned back. "You know, I seriously love the baby is kicking now. Solidly."

"Really?" He asked looking at her rather tired face but she smiled slowly. He noticed then that Fionna had taken to wearing a very light shade of pink, so light it nearly blended into her skin.

"Yeah. It's..nice. It's like before I couldn't even comprehend having a baby inside me, something so still and so precious, but now that he's kicking and punching?" She paused to chuckle then, closing her eyes. "Now it feels like I have a roommate in my womb who's banging on the wall, kicking too, when the noise gets too loud." She paused once more then opened her eyes. "It strangely makes me feel less alone. Happy."

He looked at her then leaned back as well shutting his eyes. "You know, I can't wait for your baby." She smiled, not that he could see, but just knew it. "It'll be interesting having a baby around you know."

"Yeah." She sighed then she lightly grabbed his hand."Gumball, are you still throwing up?" He didn't answer. "It's been, what, two days? You told me not to mention it to Marshall but you throwing up lately isn't good. He's gonna notice if you get anorexic thin!"

"I'm fine. It's just an upset stomach, it strangely happens more during the day when he's gone. But I'm telling you, I'll be okay. It's just the flu." He shrugged with one shoulder like it was no big deal. "It lasts one day or sometimes it can last a week. It's just an upset tummy."

Fionna pouted when he opened his eyes. She then crossed her arms then grinned with an almost smug edge. "You know, you might be mistaken for being pregnant."
Gumball laughed loudly, maybe a touch to loud, and smiled. "Yeah flippin' right. I couldn't get pregnant, even if I wanted too, Fi." He then rolled his eyes at her look. "I'm a male, I couldn't get pregnant. Besides, they're just sympathy symptoms to you."

Fionna made a raspberry and rolled her eyes then grinned. "If anyone could get pregnant, or find a way to be pregnant while being male it'd be you, Bubba." She then paused and smiled brightly. "But thank you for having sympathies. Let me know if anything kicks you in the womb at night and we'll be even~"

"Damn, Bubs. I didn't know you had it in you." Marshall praised between pants as he hugged the sweaty prince to his chest tightly, feeling the Prince's heart slamming against his chest and against Marshall like it was his own heart. Gumball was panting, drooling slightly with a hot blush in his cheeks as he struggled to recover quicker and Marshall just grinned. He nuzzled the pink locks of hair he adored and he hugged him tighter.

"Mmm.." He got out finding that's all he had the strength to make as he gripped onto Marshall struggling to calm down even as he panted quickly. He shut his eyes but shivered lightly nuzzling into his boyfriend's body. He closed his eyes then with the quick pants leaving his body and his cheeks burned hotly.

"I think that's the kinkiest I've ever seen you be." Marshall noted then took a deep breath and managed to keep it that, not pants but slightly heavy breathes and he heard Gumball's breathing, his pants, get a little slower as he clung tight. He then rolled onto his side and kissed Gumball's sweaty forehead and stroked his slick lower back. Normally one would hate a sweaty person but Marshall wasn't one of those people surprisingly. And how could he find it disgusting knowing the activities that took place before the sweat formed? He continued to stroke the small of his back when Gumball took a deep breath.

"Hey, Marshall?" He finally got out without sounding like he was going to die of an asthma attack or something. He pulled back enough, his violet irises meeting Marshall's scarlet hesitated when Marshall just looked at him, waiting for the question he would no doubt ask. "Earlier today, when you said you wished you could have a baby. Were...you serious?"

Marshall stilled for a brief moment staring at Gumball while holding his breath. Then he decided to answer. "I...don't know. I think I-I just get caught up in Fionna's pregnancy and mouth garbage just flows out." Marshall replied looking away from Gumball for a moment then back at him. "It'd be nice to know we could do that, that it was possible. Wow, I sound like something from Twilight."

That coaxed a smile out of Gumball. It didn't last, it was brief, but he smiled none the less then sighed out gently. "You do sound like you came from Twilight." He then sighed again letting his eyes shut for a moment before opening them again. "But if you and I could have a child, if we could do that, would you want a baby?"

Marshall thought. Thought hard. A baby? Him and Gumball parents? Could they handle that? Could they do it? Could he be a father? "I'm...also not sure. I think I would." He realized he was trying to speak slightly louder than the thoughts in his mind that buzz and stung him repeatedly. He noticed how crestfallen Gumball looked and quickly sat up on his arm looking down at him. "No! Don't take it the bad way! I just...we've been dating for about two years now, yeah, but I don't...I don't want to take that serious of a jump yet."

Gumball stared at him seriously feeling like he'd just been denied of something that could give him happiness and he curled his fingers into his palms, the nails biting in to keep him from...crying? Why did he want to cry? Sympathy mood swings, that had to be it right now. He didn't trust himself to speak and though he was still breathing unevenly he bit his lip to keep from making any kind of noise and swallowed thickly with the lump in his throat.

"Bubba?" He sat up pulling Gumball with him, his eyes widening at the hurt look on his boyfriend's face. "Gumball, I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I hurt you just now. But you gotta understand where I'm coming from!" He lifted his hands cupping Gumball's face stroking his cheeks lightly. "You have too, I don't want us to have a kid and then we break up or something because it's too hard."

That made the dam break and tears gushed down his cheeks that made no sense. Marshall appeared panicked when he looked at him, his face confused and Gumball felt just as confused."But what if we could handle it?" He asked his voice breaking and he lifted his hands to grip Marshall's wrists tightly.

"Well if we can...great. But Bubba, you need to know now is not a good time for you to be pregnant. If that were possible, seeing as the denies the very male reproductive system and science." Marshall stated then pulled Gumball against his chest, laying onto his back feeling the tears drip onto his chest. "I'm sorry I made you cry, Gumball. Please don't cry."

"It's fine! I'll stop in a minute!" Gumball whimpered the words out, confusion gripping him tightly and he clung to Marshall in return. He shut his eyes as his tears refused to stop and he hiccuped a few times.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Bubba." Marshall murmured the words over and over while rubbing the pink Prince's back softly and then nuzzled his hair gently. Lovingly. And he tried to get the sobbing to stop and when it didn't he just kept rubbing his back up and down, slow and steadily, nuzzling his hair softly to get him to stop sobbing. "Do you want to go take a bath?"

Gumball sniffled loudly then, his tears still dripping down his face when he looked up with wide, shiny violet eyes that seemed to quiver lightly. "Yeah."

Why was it Marshall felt like just...taking this sad, weeping boy and just have repeated rounds of sex with him? And he was crying too! What the hell was wrong with him? "Let's go then." He could only sum up two words for how this bad would go. And because he thought it he didn't have to censor it. Those two words were these: Ah, fuck.