Hello everyone and happy holidays! Sorry haven't updated in about a week but with school and holidays and such, I've been a bit busy :/ Anyways, here's another chapter for you! Enjoy!

Today, it was the start of the weekend. Felix had some repairs to do on the Niceland Apartments and Tamora was spending a day with Vanellope. How she got roped into hanging out with Vanellope, she wasn't exactly sure.

*Flashback…*

"So if Sir Fix a Lot's gonna be at the apartments this weekend, what are you doing?" Vanellope asked nonchalantly.

"Well, I plan on stayin' home. Maybe work on some new strategies for my troop, read some stuff on babies. Sleep. Pretty much do nothing," Tamora replied.

"I'm gonna lurk around my game trying to find some new stuff to use to pull pranks on Ralph. You wanna come?" Vanellope said, trying to hide her excitement.

"Ehrm…I don't think so kid. I got stuff to do," she said, trying not to let Vanellope know that she would really prefer to stay home.

"But you just said you weren't busy," Vanellope inquired.

"Um, I-"

"So you'll come?" she asked with a grin.

"Well, kid I-"

"Ok! 12:00, my place! There will be pie!" Vanellope said quickly before glitching back into Sugar Rush.

*End Flashback*

So now Tamora was standing at the front of the castle in Sugar Rush, waiting for Vanellope to come out and get her.

"Hello Sergeant Smiles!" Vanellope called from a window on the second floor. "Come on in! Doors open!"

Tamora opened the door to the castle, not quite sure what to expect. Everywhere she looked, something in a bright pastel color was sitting. Then, something caught her eye. A nice, big chocolate cake was sitting on a pedestal next to the stairs. Tamora stared in awe for about 15 seconds, and then suddenly realized she was drooling. Pull yourself together! This is no time for ogling at desert… She mentally scolded herself. Lately, her cravings had been really getting to her, like yesterday when she really wanted a nice, thick hamburger from Tapper's with chocolate syrup on top. Now THAT had been strange in her opinion, as she usually tried to eat fairly healthy. She was actually kind of disgusted at herself. Something is seriously wrong with this baby…chocolate and hamburgers…but that cake does look good…

"You really want it don't you," smirked Vanellope, standing at the top of the stair case, watching the Sergeant eye the cake.

"No, it just looks nice standing there," Tamora spat back, trying to peel her eyes off the cake.

"Too bad you can't have any," Vanellope teased.

"WHAT?! I mean, wh- why would you have such a nice lookin' desert lying around if no one's gonna eat it?" the Sergeant demanded, trying to hide her longing for the cake.

"Calm down Blondie. You can eat it. Felix told me you had a thing for chocolate but I didn't know you were THIS bad," Vanellope replied, laughing at the expression on Sergeant Calhoun's face.

Tamora scowled. "Well little Miss Sugar Frenzy, you sure are a nice host."

"Aw, come on. I was just having some fun with you. AND I made the cake myself! Just for you!" Vanellope exclaimed, hoping she didn't make Tamora that mad.

"Hmm. Fine, I'll eat it then. Just because you want me to though," said Tamora, trying not to look like a pig. In reality, she REALLY wanted that cake. She knew she had a slight weakness for chocolate as it was, but it appeared to be something the baby had caught on to also.

"Soo…you and Shortstack are having yourselves a kid, eh? What do you want it to be?"

"What?" Tamora said, not exactly sure what Vanellope was asking.

"Well, do ya want a boy or a girl? Geesh, for a top ranking military official you aren't too great at logic," Vanellope started, but then notice the homicidal glare she received from Sergeant Calhoun. "Ahh…hehe just kidding," she said trying to avoid a painful death.

"Hm. I haven't really thought about that yet. I guess it doesn't really matter, I'd be happy either way."

Vanellope smirked. "Well, I want you to have a girl."

"Why is that pintsize?"

"Well, I mean for one thing, girls are better than boys. Look at me and you and look at Stinkbreath and Hammer Time. We definitely got it better than they do. I get to kick people's butts all day in a motorized donut while you get to blow up bugs. I'd definitely say we are cooler," Vanellope said.

"Yeah, well, a boy wouldn't be bad either. It's not like they CAN'T do that stuff."

"I don't know. I don't see Ralph or Felix killing cybugs anytime soon. Plus, you're the coolest person I know! A daughter would be like a miniature version of you, except she'd be my age!" Vanellope exclaimed, then realized that Tamora looked…worried almost. It was hard to tell as the Sergeant was scowling. "Hey, what's wrong? You don't look as mad as you usually do."

"It's nothing kid. I just don't think a girl would like me very much. I mean, most guys are afraid of me, as it is, and I don't even get along with other chicks too well. Girls like flowers, and ponies and other crap like that. I just don't," Tamora said, suddenly realizing she was actually kind of scared of having a daughter. She and her mom didn't exactly have the best relationship with each other and she didn't want to be that way with her kid, boy or girl.

"You know, that's one of the stupidest things I've ever heard you say before," said Vanellope, earning another glare from Sergeant Calhoun. "Not ALL girls like girly things. I for one don't. Bleck, I hate ponies! And you get along with me just fine so I'm pretty sure that a kid of your own would like you too. I mean, you're cool, and smart, and pretty" this caused Calhoun to stop frowning. The only other person who called her pretty was Felix. "…any girl would kill to have a mom like you," said Vanellope, a hint of sadness in her voice.

Tamora sensed that maybe Vanellope had been longing for a mom for a long time, and that she was just the closest thing to it. It was kind of…flattering.

"You know kid? You aren't too bad for a sugar high, cavity infested shrimp. Maybe cut the attitude and you could be part of Hero's Duty," Tamora joked.

"Haha very funny. We both know that me holding a weapon, as cool as it would be, would be a very bad idea. You ready to go find some stuff to torture Ralph with?" Vanellope asked, suddenly remembering the reason why she had Calhoun come over in the first place.

"Ready as I'll ever be," said Tamora, taking a final bite of cake. Maybe hanging out with Vanellope wasn't so bad after all.

*Hope you enjoyed that chapter! Still taking suggestions on nursery themes. They won't know what the gender is, just a heads up. Anybody think teddy bears is an ok theme? Just wondering! Ok, hope your enjoying the story and please leave reviews! Thanks for reading!