Author's Note: So I have been receiving a lot of feedback from the last chapter about how readers thought Aunt Cass would be far angrier and potentially threaten Gogo's life. And to that I say: You are right. She should have been angrier, but I don't think she would have reacted as far as threatening Gogo's life. Cass, to me, has always been a chipper spirit and someone who tries to see the best in everything and everyone, regardless of how bad life gets (i.e. after Tadashi's death). But as a parental figure, she also needs a sternness that I didn't give her. I apologize. So, while I do not plan to go back and rewrite everything to fix it, I do acknowledge my mistakes and use it as a platform to improve my writing in the future.

Anyways, regardless of that fact, I hope you all enjoy this chapter.


"Are you going to marry?" She asked.

The question blindsided the purple-streak haired woman.

"I hope to. With your permission, of course," she replied, focusing on the dirty dishes, "and when Hiro turns eighteen."

Cass nodded.

"So, how'd all this-"

"I'd prefer not to say. It was wrong of me to handle everything the way I did. And I got lucky. Hiro stuck by me, loves me, and is doing more than I've known any man to do. I truly love him. This baby growing in me is one of the happiest things I've ever experienced. I just…I just worry sometimes. I fear he'll leave me, run away. And no matter how fast I am, I won't be able to catch him. Then I'll be alone again," Gogo cut in.

"Hiro's a good kid. He may still be a bit impulsive, but he won't run. I won't let him either. I'm glad you two found each other, though. So, you have my permission, but only after he's eighteen."

"Thank you, Ms. Hamada." Gogo smiled and returned to work, finishing the remaining dishes.

Eventually, the work was done and Gogo stepped away. She planned to return to Hiro and spend the rest of the day she had with him. Plus, she needed to change. Still dressed in a tee shirt and shorts. A silent prayer was spoken, a thanks that she had worn shorts to sleep rather than go without. A voice stopped her. Cass.

"How far along are you now?" She asked.

"At least a month. Maybe more," replied Gogo.

"Well, you're not too far along, but you need to start slowing down. Look for a place to settle and have enough space for the baby. It'll start getting difficult in your second trimester, trust me. I saw what my sister dealt with when she had Tadashi. And it wasn't any easier with Hiro. For now, I don't mind if you stay here. Just no funny business." Cass stated calmly, finally removing her apron and settling down in a chair.

"Thank you, Ms. Hamada. I'm sorry for dumping this on you. I promise I won't be here long."

"I know," Cass said, "Do you have a job, Gogo? If you truly are committing to this life, you'll need steady income. And you'll need it fast, too. Houses aren't cheap. If you need someplace to work, I could always use another set of hands. I'll pay well. Can't have my future daughter-in-law living on the streets or something. Am I right?"

Cass chuckled, a soft smile stretching across her face.

"I'll be fine for now, Ms. Hamada. Thank you, though. If I ever need it, I know who to go to."

"Door's always open and food's always on the table."

Gogo nodded. The smile on her face was somber. Reminded of the days she had placed in her past. And now, she had something great to look forward to. A legitimate family to hug and love.

Then silence permeated like a fragrance traipsing on the wind. And mere moments laters Gogo departed the room, continuing her flight to Hiro's-and soon to also be (temporarily) hers-room. When she stepped into the attic space that once held two brothers within, she saw her boyfriend sitting in his chair. Nervously awaiting her. Behind him, flickered the computer screen with the same tabs as before.

"What's wrong, Hiro?"

"Gogo, are you sure you don't want me to stop?" His eyes pleaded for relief. To know what she truly wanted.

"No. I mean, yes, I'm sure. But I also want you to be happy. You are a superhero. To the entirety of San Fransokyo. I don't want to force you to do anything." She stepped closer to him.

He rose from the chair and closed the distance. "You wouldn't be forcing me. I overheard you and Aunt Cass. We are starting a family. Unorthodox, sure. But still a family. We need to be ready. Besides, I can still be a hero. I-I was reading the book Aunt Cass gave me. It recommends doing the things we both love. So you could be a hero too…a-after, y'know. But it says we need to make sure not to over focus on it. We need to communicate with one another, spend time with each other and our child."

"I don't need to be a hero, Hiro. One of us is good enough for me. I'm not saying I won't go back, but right now, I need to focus on becoming a mother and what that truly means. But about doing the things we love?"

"Yeah?" He felt her hands trail across his arms.

"We haven't done it in a while, you know." She purred.

"G-Gogo…Aunt Cass, she…"

"I've got an apartment. Or there's the lab. We could give everyone there a show."

Hiro swallowed hard, throat tightening.

"Come on, Hiro," she uttered, leaning to his ear, "What's the worst that'll happen? You've already knocked me up."

"Apartment." Hiro blurted out.

The air seemed to be warming up. And his shorts were not as loose as they once were. Plus, Gogo was right. In the weeks since they'd found out, they hadn't had sex much. Perhaps it was due to fear? Or worry? Or a sudden explosion of anxiety that everything now needed to become about more than themselves?

Yeah. Definitely that last one.

And though that anxiety would never fade, they both knew that they were on track. They were getting things set in place for a time so far away. Yet right on the verge. A new stepping stone in their lives. But for the time being, they had the chance to come together again. And dear god how they sought it out.

Within minutes, in a heated flurry, Gogo and Hiro changed. Mere seconds later, they were flying down the stairs with a quick holler passing to Cass. And out the door in a flash.

Gogo turned to Hiro. Life around them hadn't fully awoken yet. Few people, dressed in running gear or work attire, milled about the sleeping streets. The light of the sun shone upon the asphalt and concrete jungle of San Fransokyo starkly and dazzlingly beautiful. A blood orange impossible to capture and that slowly shifted in a menagerie of colors. First to shimmering golden, then to butter before fading away in a smooth blending to light and clear blue. And from that light, cresting from beneath the blanket of horizon, came warmth. A soft warmth. But not the warmth either partner sought. They desired flames. Heated passion that burned within each other and threatened to control the very nature of their lives.

They retained control, though.

"Should we take the bike?" Gogo asked, chest heaving, "I left it in the garage."

With a wordless response, Hiro pulled his girlfriend's hand. Leading her around the cafe to the garage. A place they-and the others-had spent countless hours in. Crafting projects, planning the next steps as heroes, and sleeplessly testing. Over and over. Day after day. It was the progenitor of so many things within Hiro's life. It was the place he built his first bot for fighting. The place he prototyped and finalized creation of his microbots. And the place Big Hero 6 originated. Without any of these things, his life wouldn't be where it was now.

He'd be without Gogo.

There, sitting in the garage and leaning against one of the various desks littered against the wall, was a yellow bike. Chainless and sleek, it was the epitome of aerodynamics. Speed focused. Just as Gogo so very much often preferred for her lifestyle. The wheels hovered in the air like a magician's show, ready to take off down the street. Looking over the vehicle that was Gogo's pride instilled a worry in Hiro. It was designed with speed as the main focus and while he wasn't an OB/GYN, he definitely wasn't sure about letting Gogo ride it while pregnant. Even if she wasn't showing yet.

It didn't matter, though. For Gogo, with an ease and skill only she could have with such a craft, maneuvered the bike and sat atop it.

"Gogo, I really don't thi-" Hiro began.

"On. Now." Gogo growled.

Hiro knew better than to try and reason with her. On a normal day, doing so would earn him "whatevers" followed by sharp pops of hot pink gum. However, today was anything but. Trying to talk her down when she was solely focused on one thing was suicide. Besides, he gained from this as well. So, with slight hesitation, he climbed onto the bike. He sat behind Gogo, pressing close together with her and his arms wrapping around her waist-which she seemed to enjoy, by the look of her smile.