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Squad Unit 19: Welcome to the 4th chapter of this story and my first chapter of 2011! Woot! XD Things continue to progress for Mickey and Minnie as she grows further along in her pregnancy. I hope you enjoy it. No flames or criticism. Also, I want to thank Minnie Loves Mickey for her ideas used in this chapter. Thanks! ;D

Squad Unit 19.

THREE HEARTS, ONE LOVE

The sound of hammers could be heard from the home of Mickey and Minnie as construction was underway. It had been a little over a week since Minnie had learned she was pregnant, and now she, along with Mickey, Oswald and Ortensia, were all working on the new room they were building on to the house. The baby's room would be built on the top section of the room, but they were currently building the bottom room which would be a small storage room.

The two couples worked diligently on the new room, and with the four of them, things were progressing quickly. Oswald and Ortensia were the only people that knew of Mickey and Minnie's little secret. They learned about it the day after Mickey and Minnie had told their sisters.

-Flashback-

Mickey and Minnie sat on the couch together, flipping through the books on building rooms that they had picked up the day before. They had told their sisters, and now the mice wanted to tell Mickey's brother, Oswald. Of course, they would tell Ortensia as well. She could keep a secret, unlike Clarabelle... The mice were waiting for Oswald and Ortensia to come over to tell them about the news. Soon enough, there was a knock at the door. The mice got up and went to the door. Opening it, there stood the rabbit and cat.

"Hey!" the two greeted.

"Hey!" the mice welcomed. They ushered for Oswald and Ortensia to step inside.

"So what's this 'something really big' you're wantin' t' tell us?" Oswald questioned, tilting his head to the side, one ear lowering a little.

"There isn't anything wrong, is there?" Ortensia asked, concerned.

"Nope," Mickey answered.

"Nothing's wrong," Minnie replied. The mice exchanged a glance, taking one another's hand before revealing their secret.

"How'd ya like to be an uncle, Bro?" Mickey asked with a playful grin. Oswald and Ortensia's eyes widened as they froze.

"...A what...?" Oswald shook his head and rubbed his ears, making sure he heard his little brother correctly. "An uncle?"

"Are you...?" Ortensia started, pointing at Minnie, who nodded with a beaming smile.

"I'm pregnant!" Minnie said excitedly, bouncing a little.

"I'm gonna be a daddy!" Mickey exclaimed happily, and both mice laughed as they wrapped their arms around one another.

For a second, there was just silence from the young rabbit and young cat, who just stood there with shocked expressions, until...

"Aaahhh-" Ortensia's excited squeal caused poor Oswald to jump, cringe up, and grab his long, floppy ears, pulling them down to the sides of his head. Mickey grabbed his own ears as he, like his brother, suffered momentary deafness, and flattened them out on the top of his head. Minnie, who also cringed from the squeal from her friend, grabbed her own ears like her husband and flattened them out on the top of her head, against her bow "-hhh! Ohmigosh, you're pregnant! Eeee!" Minnie let go of her ears as her friend gave her a big hug and the girls began laughing and squealing excitedly.

Mickey and Oswald released their ears, relieved that the screaming had died down. Oswald's ears were twitching and looked like an accordion. Poor Mickey's ears looked the same, as they, too, twitched and both boys could still hear a ringing in them.

"...Why didn't I see that coming?" Oswald pondered, reaching up to straighten his ears.

"I don't know...?" Mickey said, rubbing his own ears. Minnie and Ortensia finished their excited hug and were still laughing as they pulled apart.

"Congratulations!" Ortensia said happily.

"Thank you," Minnie replied. Ortensia then hugged her bother-in-law.

"I can't believe you two are gonna have a little mouse running around here soon! Oh, I'm so happy for you both!"

"Thanks," Mickey said. Ortensia pulled away and Oswald hugged his brother.

"Congratulations, Bro! I'm happy for ya!"

"Thanks!" Mickey said, hugging his brother. Oswald pulled away and then hugged his sister-in-law.

"I can't believe you two are gonna be parents. I can't believe I'm gonna be an uncle! Heh, heh!"

"And I'm gonna be an aunt!" Ortensia added, and all four laughed.

"In several months, you will be. And Mickey and I will be parents!" Minnie said, looking up at Mickey affectionately. Minnie and Ortensia then remembered their husband's ears.

"How's your ears?" Minnie asked Mickey with a sheepish smile. Mickey reached up and rubbed one of his ears.

"It's okay. Still ringing, but it's okay," he grinned lightly.

"Aww," Minnie cooed, and reached up and began rubbing his ears soothingly, making him grin a goofy grin.

"How're your ears?" Ortensia asked Oswald, smiling sheepishly. Oswald lowered one of his ears and rubbed it.

"Apart from a faint ringing, they're alright," he chuckled.

"Aww," Ortensia purred, and reached up as she began to rub his ears soothingly, making him grin a goofy grin and making his left foot thump lightly on the floor. The girls finished tending to their husband's ears and gave their guys a smooch on their cheeks respectively. "So how far along are you?" Ortensia asked, turning back to Minnie.

"A little over two weeks," Minnie answered, looping her arm around Mickey's.

"Have ya thought of any names yet?" Oswald asked.

"Not yet," Mickey answered.

"We're going to wait and see what the baby will be first," Minnie added.

"So what do you want, a boy or a girl?" Ortensia asked.

"It doesn't matter to me," Minnie said.

"Me neither," Mickey said.

"As long as it's healthy and happy, and Mickey and I are healthy and happy, that's all that matters to me." Minnie gave Mickey's arm a gentle squeeze and nuzzled against him as she finished.

"Aww, that's so sweet and cute," Ortensia said, giving Oswald's arma s gentle squeeze.

"Does anyone else know?" Oswald asked. The young mice shook their heads.

"Only our parents, you guys and our sisters know," Mickey explained. "We don't want anyone else to know just yet."

"How come?" Oswald questioned.

"I'll give ya two guesses," Minnie said.

"Clarabelle and Horace," Ortensia guessed.

"Bingo," Minnie said. Oswald laughed.

"I can understand why ya don't want them to know right know."

"Don't worry. Our lips are sealed. We'll keep your secret," Ortensia promised.

"Thanks," the mice said.

"Won't you please stay for a bit?" Minnie asked.

"Sure!" Oswald said.

"Thank you!" Ortensia said. The group sat down in the living room and began to converse about the big news.

-End flashback-

Mickey chuckled at the memory of when his brother and his brother's wife had been told the news. He and Minnie knew that if Ortensia reacted like she did from finding out, then they'd have to bring ear plugs when they told Daisy. Mickey grinned; poor Donald.

"Hey, Mickey!" Mickey was snapped from his thoughts at the sound of his name and turned to he source.

"Yeah?"

"Can ya give me a hand with this?" Oswald asked, standing next to a piece of plywood.

"Sure!" Mickey answered, and stepped over to help his slightly older sibling. The boys each took hold of one end of the plywood and hoisted it up, carrying it over to the wall, and placing it. "I'll hold it if you hammer the nails in," Mickey offered.

"No, I'll hold it and you get the nails," Oswald corrected. The girls, hearing this, rolled their eyes and stepped over.

"We'll get it, boys," Minnie said, tossing her hammer over her right shoulder.

"If we don't, you boys'll be arguing over who's gonna do the work all day," Ortensia said, getting the bag of nails. The mouse and rabbit looked at one another, each with cocked brows, then turned back to their wives.

"We can get it," they said in unison. The girls just gave them a look and grinned. "Fine..." the boys sighed. Minnie and Ortensia stepped over to their guys and, while the boys held the board in place, the girls began hammering the nails in. Once they hammered in some nails, enough to support the plywood that the boys didn't need to hold it, the boys let go.

"Now let us finish this one," Oswald said.

"Yeah, we can get the rest," Mickey said. Minnie and Ortensia stepped back and held out the hammers.

"You sure you fellas can get it?" Minnie asked teasingly and playfully.

"You're not going to start a competition of who can hammer in the most nails the fastest?" Ortensia added teasingly.

"Ha, ha," Oswald laughed sarcastically, taking the Hammer from Ortensia.

"You just sit back and let us do the work," Mickey said as he took the hammer from Minnie. The girls exchanged grins.

"Men," they said in unison, then giggled.

"Thanks again for helping me with this, Oswald," Mickey thanked his brother.

"No problem, Mick. I'm happy to help," Oswald replied with a genuine smile. "'Sides, it's the least I can do after you helped save the Wasteland and Ortensia."

"Shucks, it was nothin'," Mickey said modestly.

"Well, it was somethin' to me," Oswald said, giving his slightly younger sibling a smile. "Heh! You know what corny case Horace asked me to help him out with the other day?" Oswald said, bringing up the topic. "He asked me to help him locate his hat. And ya know what? He had it in his desk drawer the whole time!" The whole gang laughed.

"So are you excited to get your first ultrasound done?" Ortensia asked.

"I'm very excited!" Minnie replied. "But I'm also nervous. I just hope everything turns out all right."

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." The sure smile that Ortensia gave her made Minnie feel more at ease.

"Yeah, Min," Mickey said, making her look up at him. "Everything'll be fine. Don't worry." He flashed her a confidant smile and Minnie found herself feeling much more at ease.

"Thanks, guys."

"Maybe you'll find out what it'll be so we'll know what color to paint the room," Oswald mentioned, getting another nail from the bag. He and Mickey each climbed up a latter to reach the top of the plywood.

"And what makes you think we're gonna tell ya so soon?" Mickey asked, turning to his brother with a mischievous grin.

"Aw, you're not gonna keep it from the baby's uncle, are ya? Come on!" Mickey chuckled.

"What if we just wait and surprise ya?"

"Then how will we know what kind of clothes and toys to get?" Ortensia asked. Minnie giggled.

"But telling you will spoil the surprise."

"Spoil it!" Oswald said.

"Yeah! We wanna know!" Ortensia agreed. The mice laughed.

"Okay, okay" Mickey said.

"We'll tell you when we find out," Minnie said.

"Yay!" Ortensia exclaimed, bouncing and clapping. Oswald couldn't help but notice his wife and smiled. However, he wasn't paying much attention, and the latter began to wobble.

"Who-oa-oa!"

"Oswald!" Ortensia cried out as Mickey and Minnie gasped.

"Whoaa!" Oswald jumped off the latter and landed on his feet, fine and dandy. "Ha! They don't call me Lucky for nothin'." Ortensia smiled as she breathed a breath of relief, along with Mickey and Minnie. Then the group began laughing.

Within the following week, Mickey, Minnie, Oswald and Ortensia continued to work together on the room, and with all four of them, the work had quickly progressed and the bottom room was nearing completion. Once the bottom room was finished, they could start on the nursery. Mickey made sure Minnie didn't do anything that could make her feel tired or overwork herself. He kept a watchful eye on her, which touched her deeply. Every time Mickey watched out for her and their baby, Minnie couldn't help but think of how wonderful a father he was going to be. He had been a wonderful boyfriend, he was a wonderful husband, and she knew he was going to be just as wonderful a father. It was a comforting and warm thought.

Another day had come and gone and more work had been completed on the bottom room. Mickey and Minnie had showered, changed into their pj's and had just finished brushing their teeth. Exiting the bathroom, they walked the short distance to their bedroom, pulled back the covers on their bed, then knelt beside the bed and held hands as they said their prayer. Mickey began to yawn as he stood up, which caused Minnie to yawn as well.

"Tired, baby?" she asked as both crawled onto the bed.

"A little. But it's worth it since we got a lot of the room done. You tired?" Both sat on their sides of their bed. She yawned again, stretching her arms over her head, and he couldn't help but smile as he watched her. She had a cute yawn. Heck, she had a cute everything.

"A little," she replied, a little tiredly as she finished. "But like you said, we got a lot done today." Mickey laid down and Minnie laid down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder, snuggling against him as he rested his hand on her side.

"You didn't have to help, ya know. You shoulda just took it easy and let Oswald and I do the work." She looked up to him, giving him a smile.

"I know, but I wanted to help. I don't feel right just sitting back and letting you do all the work."

"But you shouldn't be doing much." He placed his index finger under her chin, keeping her gaze locked with his. "I don't want you or the baby to get hurt. I know you want to help, but you should be taking it easy." Minnie smiled, his tenderness touching her deeply. Raising her hand, she cupped his cheek.

"Oh, Mickey... That's so sweet. But I can't just sit back and let you do it all when I can help you. We made this baby together, and I want to help you with the baby's room. Besides, we can get more done if we work together." She giggled. "And we made a deal, remember?" He smiled. She had him, and he knew it. He couldn't break their deal.

"Yeah. I know. I just worry is all." He kissed her softly on her forehead, and her heart fluttered at his words.

"Thank you. That's so sweet and it really means a lot." She leaned up and kissed his nose. "But I worry about you, too. That's why I won't let you do all the hard work yourself." They shared a smile.

"I love ya, ya know that?" She smiled.

"I know." Then her smile turned a bit playful and shy. "But I love hearing you say it." He smiled, and leaned close to kiss her on the top of her head.

"I love you." He kissed her cheek. "I love you." Minnie smiled, and snuggled against him, happily letting him kiss her where ever he wanted and loving the sound of him whisper those three, sweet, wonderful words. He pulled away and gazed into her dark chocolate brown eyes. "I really do love ya, kiddo." She smiled lovingly up at him.

"I love you more." She leaned up and pressed her lips to his, kissing him softly and lovingly. Pulling away, they shared a smile. Then Minnie snuggled against Mickey, laying on her back with her head nestled against his chest. Mickey moved his hand and placed it gently on her stomach. Minnie was now a full month pregnant, just starting on her fifth week. He delicately rubbed his hand over her little belly, which wouldn't be so little soon. Minnie craned her neck and looked up to him, smiling a sweet, cute smile. "Can ya feel anything yet?" He shook his head.

"Not yet. You?" She shook her head.

"No. But soon we'll be able to."

"Yeah. And I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too." She moved her hand and rested it on top of his. Both closed their eyes and relaxed against one another, each imagining the new little life growing within her womb; a life that they created together. Their baby. As they lay there thinking about their future, both began to yawn, and as they finished, chuckled together. Minnie rolled over and snuggled against Mickey and leaned up to kiss him good night. "Good night, Mickey. Love you."

"'Night, Min. Love you, too." She nuzzled her nose to his.

"Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams." They pulled away and smiled at one another. Then Minnie snuggled against Mickey, resting her head on his chest and one arm over him as he rested his hand on her side. Finding each other's tails, they intertwined them under the covers. The young mice lay together until sleep overtook them and each drifted off to sleep, thinking about their future as a family.

The next morning, Minnie was the first one awake. As her eyes fluttered open, she stretched her body, legs and tail under the cover and yawned squeaking as she did. It was then that her eyes fell upon her sleeping husband. She smiled instantly. She snuggled against him, deciding that she wanted to lay there cuddled up to him a little while longer. As she lay there, she thought about how many things had happened in the previous two weeks. Things had really progressed on the bottom room, and soon they could start on the new room for their baby. She realized that the tiredness she felt the previous night, and still felt some of now, was due to the changes being pregnant was doing to her body. Oh, well, no big deal. Knowing they would soon have a baby boy or girl made any and all tiredness she felt worth it.

Soon, her husband began to stir. Looking up to him, she watched as his eyelids drifted open, revealing those warm, brown eyes of his that she loves so much. After yawning, he gave her a sleepy smile, and she couldn't help but smile back.

"Mornin'..."

"Morning, sweetie." She leaned up to kiss him good morning, and pulled away with a tingle on her lips.

"How's my little princess this morning?" He pulled her closer to him and she giggled.

"I'm fine. How's my prince charming?" She rubbed his chest affectionately.

"Good. Sleepy, but good." She chuckled; he was so gosh darn cute.

"Well, why don't you close your eyes and rest a little longer?" She nuzzled her nose to his cheek.

"You stayin' in bed?" She smiled up at him.

"I ain't goin' anywhere. No reason to." Sharing a smile, they cuddled close. Mickey nuzzled her affectionately, and she smiled, returning his actions. She would've been perfectly content just laying there with him, feeling him nuzzling her and nuzzling him back, but her stomach wasn't feeling too well. She gave an uneasy sigh as she rolled partly onto her back and rubbed her stomach.

"You okay?" her husband asked, becoming concerned. She gave him a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, I'm okay. My tummy just doesn't feel too well. Nothing to worry about." However, worry Mickey did. In fact, he began to panic over his young wife. He placed his hand to her forehead to feel her temperature.

"Do you feel hot? Are you cold? Does anything hurt? What-"

"Mickey." Minnie smiled as she placed her hand on his chest, shutting him up. "I'm fine. It's just morning sickness. It's common when a woman is pregnant. It's nothing to worry about. I'm okay." She leaned up and pecked his lips reassuringly. "I'm okay, really. Don't worry." Mickey felt relief flow through him as he calmed down. In his state of panic, he had completely forgotten about morning sickness. He remembered reading about it in one of the pregnancy books, hearing about it numerous times, and recalling Daisy talking to him and Minnie about it when she was pregnant. Though he felt relieved that it was only morning sickness, he still hated the idea of her feeling just a little sick.

"I'm sorry." He nuzzled her neck affectionately and comfortingly, making her smile and sigh in contempt. "Is there anything I can do for ya?" Little did Mickey know that he already was. His loving nuzzles, his embrace, and him just being there with her were already making her so much better. She giggled slyly and cutely.

"What you're doing right now feels pretty good." He chuckled against her neck, and began kissing her neck as well as nuzzling it, making a soft moan escape her. After a moment, he pulled away and looked into her eyes.

"Really, is there anything I can do?" She noted the serious and concerned expression on his face, and it made her heart melt.

"No thanks. I'm okay. But thank you for the offer, it's really sweet of you." She gave him a sweet peck on his cheek.

"Well, I'm gonna take care of ya," he told her, a sure smile forming. "If ya need anything, just lemme know. I'm right here for ya." He hugged her little frame close and kissed her cheek, making her giggle and turn to putty in his arms.

"Thank you," she smiled warmly, happily accepting his offer. She kissed him back and they shared a smile.

"And I'm makin' breakfast for ya this morning." She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off. "And no protestin'!" She closed her mouth back, then opened it again. "Uh-uh!" She closed it again, grinning. "I'm makin' breakfast for ya and that's that."

"Can I at least help you?"

"Nope." He shook his head. "You just lay here and relax and I'll make ya somethin'. And no buts! And no sneaking downstairs to take a peak either. I want it t' be a surprise."

"Fine," she huffed cutely. "You win. I'll stay here."

"Good. Now just lay here and relax." She felt him shift under her and rolled off him so he could get up. He only got as far as sitting up before she sat up and grabbed his arm, preventing him from going any further. Eying her curiously, she smiled slyly and cutely.

"Just one more thing." She leaned close and kissed him square on his lips. She kissed him for about five seconds before pulling away a bit, licking her lips. "That outta do me till you come back." He grinned, then met her lips again, kissing her back. After about five seconds more, he pulled away, leaving her lips still puckered.

"That outta do me too." He flashed her a smile, and she felt her heart flutter, still feeling her lips tingle from his kiss.

"Hurry back?"

"Try to." He stood up and walked over to the door. "Anything in particular you'd like?" She rolled onto her stomach on the bed, placing her hands on her cheeks and holding her head up as she raised her feet in the air.

"Umm... Orange juice, and... Can I have a muffin?" He smiled. How much cuter could she possibly get?

"'Course ya can! What kind wouldja like?" She thought for a second.

"Mm... Banana."

"One breakfast with orange juice and a banana muffin comin' right up!" He gave her a salute.

"You know you don't have to," she reassured him with a smile

"I want to and I'm going to. I don't mind," he smiled positively. She felt her heart flutter as she smiled at him from the bed. "Will you be okay?"

"I'll be fine," she nodded with a smile. "Don't worry, honey." He nodded.

"Now just relax. Your breakfast will be ready soon, madam. If ya need anything, just holler."

"I will." He nodded and gave her a wink before turning and heading down the stairs, leaving the door open. Minnie sighed and rolled onto her back, still smiling.

"I've got the greatest guy in the world." She placed her right hand atop her stomach and rubbed it gently. "Your daddy is a wonderful man." Minnie lifted her eyes back up to the ceiling and closed her eyes, thinking about Mickey and their baby.

Downstairs, Mickey had already greeted Pluto and Figaro and had begun making his young wife and himself some breakfast. He knew she needed something healthy and filling, yet something that would be light on her stomach. He thought a couple of strawberry pancakes would be a good choice. He began humming as he got out the pan, pancake mix and started making breakfast. As he made their breakfast, his mind wandered to thoughts of Minnie, him and their baby sitting at the table, all eating breakfast together. He thought of his wife and child laughing as he flipped a pancake in the air. And he imagined his wife and son or daughter helping him with breakfast, and all three of them getting covered in flour. He smiled at the wonderful thoughts, and was so lost in them that he almost burnt one side of one of the pancakes.

"Yikes!" he yelped as his mind came back to earth and he quickly flipped it. "Whew." Wiping his forehead, he sighed a breath of relief. Heh, amazing how thoughts can make you lose focus on even simple things. Turning to Pluto and Figaro, who were both lying on the tile floor after having just finished eating. "Hey, fellas, why don't you go upstairs and make sure Minnie's alright?" The bloodhound and kitten both gave a salute - Pluto with his ear and Figaro with his paw - and took off upstairs.

Minnie was sitting up on the bed in the lotus position, with a photo album between her legs, looking over pictures of her and Mickey. Turning a page, she found their wedding photos. Smiling at the memory, she looked at every picture fondly. The sound of eight feet distracted her as she looked up to see Pluto and Figaro run in. They ran up and jumped on the bed, Pluto licking Minnie and Figaro rubbing against her.

"Heh, heh! Morning, fellas!" the little mouse chuckled, petting them. Pluto barked and Figaro meowed. "Did Mickey send you guys up here to check on me?" Minnie asked them with a knowing grin, cocking a brow and placing her hands on her hips. The pup and kitten looked at one another before nodding. Minnie giggled. "Hee, hee! I thought so. Well, thank you both for comin' up to check on me." She rubbed their heads. "I'll thank Mickey when he comes back up here." She chuckled as she rubbed the pup and kitten's backs. "Why don't you two go see if Mickey needs any help? If he does, come back and let me know, okay?" The dog and cat gave a salute and hoped off the bed and headed back down the stairs. Minnie smiled as she watched them leave. Suddenly, her little oval nose caught a whiff of a wonderful, sweet aroma. Lifting her nose into the air a bit, she sniffed, and instantly recognized the scent: Mickey's special pancakes. "Mmm, gosh that sure smells good!" She sniffed the air again, feeling herself getting hungrier already. Smiling, she glanced back down at the photo album and continued looking over the pictures, eager to eat some of Mickey's special, tasty pancakes. Downstairs, Pluto and Figaro entered the kitchen and Mickey glanced around to see them.

"She doing okay?" The dog and cat nodded. "Thanks, guys." The dog barked and the cat meowed. Mickey turned back to the task at hand and continued. After he finished making the pancakes, he began making his wife the muffin she wanted. He also made one for himself as well. Once he finished making his and her breakfast and poured their glasses of orange juice, he set their breakfast on a tray and began carrying it upstairs. Minnie glanced up from the photo album to see her man standing there, holding the tray in his hands. "Breakfast is served, madam," he said. She giggled, closed the book and leaned over to place it on the nightstand. Mickey stepped over to the bed and set the tray on the bed in front of her. "Pancakes, a banana muffin, and orange juice."

"Why, thank you," she smiled.

"Is there anything else I can get for you, my lady?" She smiled cutely.

"You can dine with me." He grinned, and sat on the bed next to her.

"Don't mind if I do." She chuckled at him, then she smiled warmly.

"Thanks for making breakfast, Mickey. It was really sweet." She leaned up and kissed his cheek, making him blush.

"Aw, you're welcome, kid," he replied modestly. Taking each other's hand, they said a prayer, then Minnie picked up her glass of orange juice and took a sip. "Now try to eat all of that. You're eating for two now." He tickled her stomach, making her giggle.

"Three," she corrected with a smile. "I'm eating for you, too." He returned her smile. "And thank you for sending Pluto and Figaro up here to check on me. That was very sweet." She nuzzled her cheek against his arm.

"Aw, you're welcome." She looked up to him with a warm smile, which he returned, and they shared a light smooch. Then Minnie took her plate, got the bottle of syrup and poured a little over them.

"How do ya feel?" Mickey asked, looking at her.

"Much better. My tummy doesn't feel as queasy now. I'm feeling a lot better." She leaned up and smooched his cheek. "Thanks." She looked into his eyes. "You just have this magical way of making me feel better no matter what." He slipped one arm around her waist and nipped one of her ears playfully and affectionately, making her giggle, as it tickled and felt really good.

"I'm glad you're feelin' better." The mouse girl gave a content sigh as she nuzzled herself against him.

"You excited about getting the ultrasound?" he asked her, picking up his glass of orange juice and taking a sip.

"Are you kidding? I'm very excited! I can't wait to get it done!" she answered excitedly.

"Me neither. I can't wait to see what the baby will be!" he said. She snickered.

"Once we know what the baby will be, then we can work on coming up with a name." Mickey paled a little. Even if they knew what the baby would be, all the possible names...

"Oi..." Mickey placed his hand to his forehead. "We'll need the rest of the time you're pregnant to come up with a name." Minnie giggled.

"Don't worry, we'll think of one."

"Maybe you should think of the name."

"Uh-uh," she shook her head, then smiled cutely and sweetly. "I want us to think of names together. I want your opinion on the names, and I want us to decide together." He gave her a look.

"You really want me to help you decide?"

"Duh!" she laughed. "I've never disliked your opinions before nor have I ever regretted going with them. This is our baby. I want you to help me come up with a name and I want to help you come up with one." Her sweet, innocent smile made him smile back. Leaning against her, he felt her lean into it.

"Okay. We'll come up with a name together." She giggled softly, and leaned into him.

The following week marked Minnie's sixth week of pregnancy - one month and two weeks along. Mickey kept a close eye on Minnie, making sure she didn't do anything to overexert herself, which she was flattered and grateful for. She still wasn't showing physical signs of being pregnant yet. During this time, things had really progressed with the new room. The floor had long since been finished and the walls had recently been completed. Additional things were what the mice and their two friends had recently worked on; placing the window in the wall, fixing the lighting, and plastering the walls. Next, construction on the upper room would begin. They still had some time to go, and the mice wanted the room to be finished by the time their baby arrived.

Two weeks passed by and marked Minnie's eighth week of pregnancy. Being two months along, Minnie was making sure to do things to keep both her and her and Mickey's baby healthy. Minnie already ate plenty of fruits and vegetables long before she had gotten pregnant, so that really helped out. And she had also been exercising every morning, which also helped out. Of course, Mickey would eat and exercise with her, like he always did, which she greatly enjoyed and appreciated. And if Minnie felt like taking a nap, Mickey would happily let her sleep on top of him, which she loved doing. His heartbeat always helped to lull her to sleep, and his arms around her protectively and lovingly made her feel safe, loved, and peaceful.

Mickey and Minnie read over the books on pregnancy they had gotten, making sure they knew everything they needed to know. Minnie was amazed to know that now, in her eighth week, that their baby was about the size of a raspberry. Often, Mickey and Minnie would sit up in bed at night reading the books together. Mickey would sit up with his arms around Minnie, who sat up happily nuzzled against him. She would hold the book while both read it. Other times, they switched. He'd hold the book while she just sat happily snuggled against him. Every week, they learned something new, something miraculous about their growing child. And the mice counted down the days till they could hopefully see their baby for the first time, and possibly hear its heartbeat.

Naturally, Minnie had to visit the doctor once every week or two to make sure that her pregnancy was developing normally. Of course, Mickey was there for every visit she had to have. They'd sit in the waiting room, holding hands, waiting to go into the examination room. Of course, sitting in the waiting room was boring. But they did have each other, which made it a lot less boring. They talked about the baby, about what the rest of their friends would think when they'd find out, and about possible names for the baby, though nothing was definite yet.

"Mickey?" Minnie turned to her husband from the passenger seat.

"Yeah?" Mickey cast her a glance before turning back to the road. They had just left the doctor's office from one of Minnie's check-ups, and she was doing just fine. Minnie smiled sheepishly and innocently.

"Think we can stop for some ice cream? I kinda have a craving for some." Mickey chuckled. Like many pregnant women, Minnie had began having cravings for different foods. The little mouse felt guilty for having the cravings at awkward times, such as in the middle of the night, and she didn't want to bother Mickey about it. But he assured her that he didn't mind at all, which really relieved and flattered her.

-Flashback-

It was during Minnie's third week of pregnancy that she had begun having cravings for different foods. Sometimes it was foods that she ate regularly, and other times, it was for foods that she didn't eat very often. It was late at night. Mickey and Minnie had been asleep for a couple of hours when Minnie suddenly woke up, with a craving of all things. It was an odd feeling. Okay, there had been a few times she and/or Mickey would wake up wanting a snack, but this was different. She had read and heard that being pregnant causes cravings and she just wondered if this would be considered on of them. Of course, she laid there hoping to and trying to go back to sleep, but when she heard and felt her little tummy rumble, she knew there was no way out of it. With an annoyed groan, she eased off of her companion - since she was using his chest as a pillow - and sat up. After yawning, she sleepily glanced down at her sleeping husband. She smiled, and leaned down close to him, giving him a barely-there kiss on his forehead.

"I'll be right back, cupcake," she whispered, in a voice low enough not to wake him, yet just enough that she knew that he'd heard her in his dreams somehow. She gently ran her fingers across one of his ears, then sat up. She didn't want to get up, honestly. She would've much rather stayed there snuggled up to her man all night, but she knew she'd never go back to sleep if she was hungry. She started to scoot off the bed and managed to scoot to the edge before she heard her sweetheart stir. Glancing back around, she saw him roll onto his side facing her, then his eyes fluttered open. "Hey," Minnie smiled softly and sweetly. He looked at her, sleepy, but still feeling concerned.

"Hey..." He yawned. "What're you doin' up? Is somthin' wrong?" He groggily sat up, but she turned around and placed her hand on his chest, gently pushing him down onto his back.

"No, don't worry. Everything is fine," she told him, touched at his tenderness. He lowered his head onto the pillow, feeling relieved, and she lightly kissed his lips. "I'm alright. Go back to sleep, baby," she smiled softly.

"So what're you doin' up?" He moved his arm around her tiny waist. The littler mouse giggled.

"I was feelin' a little hungry, so I thought I'd go get a snack."

"Oh. Well, mind if I join you?" He started to sit up, but she gently pushed him back down.

"You go on back to sleep. I'm just gonna go get something to eat, and then I'll come straight back to bed. Promise."

"What if I'd like to get a snack too?" he asked, half asleep yet still playful. She quirked a brow, grinning.

"Do you really want a snack, or are you just saying that so you can join me in the kitchen?"

"Both." She chuckled, and leaned down to kiss him.

"Well, thank you." She eased up and he sat up. She took his hand as both scooted out of bed and began making their way downstairs. Entering the kitchen, Minnie flicked on the light and stepped over to the fridge and opened the door, looking inside. Suddenly, she felt familiar warm, loving arms slip around her tiny waist, and a familiar warm body pressed against her back. She smiled instantly. Mickey never failed to surprise her. She giggled when she suddenly felt him nip playfully at her ear. She turned her head around to face him. "I thought you wanted something to snack on." He chuckled, grinning playfully.

"I do. But I didn't say what I wanted to snack on." That reply made her cheeks turn pink. She smiled shyly, and a giggle escaped her when she felt his lips against her neck. She managed to turn around in his arms, looking up into his eyes, her muzzle still a cute shade of pink.

"I think I could go for something sweet, too," she smiled, and leaned up to peck his lips, circling her arms around his neck, leaning her body onto his. They shared a smile, gazing into each other's eyes.

"You're sweeter," he said, honesty mixed with playfulness.

"I beg to differ," she replied, chuckling afterward. They shared a smile, then leaned close and shared a loving kiss. Minnie moaned and one leg rose behind her as she succumbed to the power of his kiss, which was right now making her limp in his arms, her lips tingle, and her mind whirl. For Mickey, her soft lips and passionate kiss was making his own mind fuzzy and his limps lose strength. After several seconds, the young lovers slowly pulled apart for air, their eyes meeting as both breathed deeply. For a moment, neither spoke. They just stood there, lost in the beauty of each other's eyes. Finally, Mickey was the first to break the silence.

"You still hungry?"

"Hm?" The kiss had made her brain temporarily stop functioning, and his question made it begin operating again. "Oh, right!" The little mouse giggled, her cheeks turning pink. "See what you do to me?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, but ya love it don'tcha?" She giggled. She couldn't deny the truth to his words.

"You bet I do." They chuckled and shared a smile. Then Mickey placed a soft kiss on her forehead before loosening his grip on her smaller frame. She loosened her own grip from him and pulled away, turning back to the fridge and opening the door. He took note of how cute her little wiry tail was; how it was raised up and the tip curled up and down. She turned back to him, smiling a sweet smile that only she could give him. "So what wouldja like to snack on?" Honestly, he wasn't really hungry at all, but he figured she wouldn't feel right eating something if he didn't. And he could have a little snack anyway.

"I dunno. It doesn't really matter." She thought for a second before turning back to the fridge. She glanced around and saw some lasania. Taking the container, she turned her head to him and held it up so he could see.

"How about this?" He looked at it and decided to eat it. Though he wasn't really hungry, lasagna did sound pretty good.

"Sure," he nodded. She smiled and closed the fridge door with her foot as she turned, and stepped over to the cabinet to get them each a plate. She giggled and turned back to him after she got two plates.

"This is what I'm craving right now." He stepped over next to her and pulled open a drawer, getting out two forks.

"Sorry your craving woke ya up," he apologized, and she could hear the guilt he felt in his voice.

"Aw, it's alright. Don't worry," she assured, and leaned up to peck his cheek. She gave him a smile, then glanced down to the counter as she started to dip out some lasagna. He took the other plate and dipped some lasagna onto it. Then they placed the plates in the microwave, and he put the rest of the lasagna back into the fridge. Steeping back over to her, he walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist, making her smile and sigh happily and contently as she leaned back into him, resting her hands on his arms.

After their meal was warm, they got it out and stepped over to the table. He pulled a chair out for her and she thanked him with a kiss on his cheek. They sat down together, held hands as they said a prayer, then began to eat.

-End flashback-

"'Course we can! I could go for a little ice cream myself," he said. She giggled.

"Great!" she said.

"What kind wouldja like?"

"Mm... Vanillia."

"Ya want sprinkles?" he asked.

"Yes, please!" she answered, giggling afterward.

"You got it, kiddo!" They young mice shared a smile and a chuckle. Though Minnie did have cravings, neither minded it. They both knew it was all because of her her being pregnant, but neither minded it. For inside of her womb, was the little life they had created together, and it was growing with each passing day.