I've mentioned this before, but the female fairies have the babies in my AU. The female body creating and giving birth to life is magical within itself IMO.

Guest(s): Wasn't my intention, but Susie Carmichael is one of my fav Rugrats so, guess it tracks lol as far as other CxW stories other than Two Shall Become One, I don't have other ideas right now, but that can change.

Golden arms of sunlight embraced the city of Dimmsdale, casting morning shadows along skyscrapers and shining softly along suburban streets. Awake and dressed for school, Timmy scrunched his nose to the sparkling purple vile projecting from Wanda's mouth in gurgling plops into his trashcan. Cosmo rubbed reassuring circles in her lower back as another wave of nausea crashed just as hard as the first, shoving Wanda face first into the bin.

Wanda was definitely pregnant.

Cosmo knew just from having enough common sense to notice the sudden onset of nausea and headaches. Timmy knew when Cosmo had flat out told him Wanda was pregnant after a confirmed at-home pregnancy test for extra certainty. Seeing the physical symptoms firsthand, for Timmy, didn't seem as satisfactory as most TV shows and infomercials made having a baby sound.

It seemed like torture.

"…are you okay, Wanda?" Timmy's worry, watching Wanda lift her head to wipe purple from her mouth.

"Don't worry, champ." Cosmo grinned his way, speaking on Wanda's behalf. "It's just part of the process."

Timmy wasn't so assured when Wanda's face went back into the trashcan in a giant heave "…how long is this gonna last?"

Just as concerned for his wife, Cosmo exhaled heavily "At least until the baby's out…"

"…should start to fade after the 2nd trimester…" Wanda gruffly added, nausea permitting a moment of relief.

Regret folded Timmy's arms in a pout. This was starting to sound more and more like a bad decision. "…I wouldn't've made the wish if Wanda was gonna suffer like this…"

"Oh, sweetie…" Wanda willed herself from the floor with her husband's aid, heavy wings flying to her godchild. Floating to offer a consoling hand to his tense shoulder. "Motherhood is a sacrifice for a lifetime of love; it'll all be worth it when we can finally hold the bundle of joy that you selflessly wished for." she tilted a weak smirk down to his eye level. "Something no godchild has ever done."

Solemn blue remained to the wooden floor, causing the fairy godmother to try brightening his dark mood.

"We obviously don't know the gender yet, buuuuut…" her palm moved to the miniature bump in her midsection "…what do you think we'll have?"

Timmy raised coy eyes to his godmother, then lowered them contemplatively. Rubbing his chin before a sisterly voice in his head squinted his brow.

"…something wrong?" Cosmo questioned as he hovered over beside his wife.

"Sophia already knows what you're having…" Timmy sighed "…she won't tell me, though…says it's a 'big surprise…'"

Call it maternal intuition, but Wanda suspected something deeper beneath Timmy's somber surface "…is that all?"

"Um, no…" he was hesitant to reveal the real truth "…but it's nothing you guys need to worry about."

"You sure?"

"Yeah…"

Timmy could tell by their shared glances that his godparents didn't believe him. Still, he needed them to believe him; he didn't want to explain his confliction…

His confliction to forgive the girl his heavy heart resented.

"We're three weeks out from Christmas break." Principal Waxelplax scanned the letter in her hands, seated behind her desk. Reading the request to resign from position of Student Council Treasurer. "Are ya sure ya can't finish the semester at least?"

"I'm sure…" Remy kept hands in his blazer pockets, dreary in his quiet tone "…I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry ta see ya go!" Principal Waxelplax looked up from the letter to the young billionaire, genuinely saddened. What a shame; the well-mannered lad was perfect as Treasurer. She understood he had his personal reasons, but this was quite the inconvenience. "I hope ta find someone else on such short notice."

"I'm sure you'll think of something…" Remy murmured, turning towards the exit away from Principal Waxelplax's disappointed frown.

Exiting the principal's office, Remy adjusted the strap to his Dior bag and adjusted his purple watch before returning both hands to his pockets in his somber stroll. Walking down the hallway nearly empty of students gathering textbooks from their lockers or entering their respective classrooms. The school day had yet to officially begin, yet it couldn't be over fast enough. If he had a choice, he would've slept the day away…

"…Remy?"

A voice from down the hall stopped his steps, keeping his back to the most popular girl in school approaching from behind.

"…why were you in Waxelplax's office?" Trixie probed, more curious than she was nosy.

Not bothering to turn around, Remy merely glanced over his shoulder "…I quit Council."

Trixie gawked as if offended. "What?! Why!?"

"Waste of time…" Remy murmured. Might as well be honest about that. "Not that it really matters to you."

Just as he was about to walk off and mind his business, a simple yet complex question stopped him in his tracks once more.

"…is it because your nanny was fired?"

Of course, the Dimmsdale 1% socialized in exclusive circles; word of other folks' personal lives can spread fast. Knowing his parents, however, the Buxaplentys avoided divulging specific information that could raise too much suspicion.

"I sort of got weird vibes from him when I'd met him…" Trixie admitted, sending chills down her own spine all over again. "And then your ferret attacked him…" she briefly recalled before inching closer, earnest when she asked "…why was it protecting you?"

It appeared some suspicion still existed…to those with open eyes, apparently. But what Trixie failed to understand was that some things are better left to those with open ears as well, and Remy simply couldn't trust that a girl who actively associated with other shallow minds was capable of understanding his pain.

He didn't bother to face her as he grimly muttered "Just go back to being solely concerned about yourself like you normally are…"

Remy walked away in slow steps, leaving Trixie's downcast pout in the middle of the hall.

Entering the senseless chatter of other classmates in classroom #44, the young billionaire made silent strides past the bucktoothed boy at his desk. Having shut himself off with his face hidden in folded arms as his brace-faced best friend tried and failed to get him to open up. Remy only acknowledged this for a second before continuing towards his desk. Walking past the platinum blond in her uncomfortable conversation with the boy genius beside her.

"Does the medicine at least help keep your anxiety under control?" AJ inquired, making Chloe shrug tensely.

"…it makes me feel all foggy sometimes…" uneased fingers twiddled with her indigo necklace. Despite her unnerve in talking about herself, she didn't expect how easy it was to do so with AJ. He listened receptively, not reactively, and she found no judgement in his questions.

Almost as if…he genuinely cared for her wellbeing.

"Should the side effects have worn off by now?"

Chloe shook her head. "My psychiatrist said side effects can last up to two weeks…"

"Wow…" his gaze briefly lowered. "Well, I hope you feel better soon."

"…thank you." she timidly accepted his sympathy.

"SHUT up, you fairy magnets!"

All conversations ceased in a pin-dropping instant when the fifth-grade teacher stomped inside the class, slamming the door behind him just as the morning bell resonated through the walls. Agitated fingers massaged throbbing temples as his briefcase plopped onto his desk in a booming heap. Dude literally just got here, and he already on one.

Watching Mr. Crocker grumble to himself, Chloe leaned towards AJ whispering "…when is Mr. Crocker not mean for no reason?"

To which AJ whispered in return "…when is Earth not orbiting the sun?"

Orangey-yellow hues bathed the white cement building in the warm sunrays piercing through late autumn's cold breeze. The playground was alive with giggled shrieks and playful roughhousing, body heat released through hyper energy warming young bodies from the mild chill.

"Y-You guys think I should go for it?" Elmer sniffed after wiping his runny nose, referring to the open Treasurer position that had been announced in the morning announcements.

Walking alongside Elmer along green grass, Sanjay responded with a bitter huff. "Remember when Student Council flat out denied my request to fund new books for the library?! There was absolutely no reason and no explanation!"

Chloe held arms around herself, vacant eyes fixed on sandals walking on auto pilot.

"The rich always abuse their power!" Sanjay continued adamantly. "I believe it is time a commoner climbs the ladder of unjust hierarchy and put focus back on the real issues with this school!"

"Yeah, I guess…" Elmer turned to the platinum blonde on his right "…what do you think, Chloe?"

The mindless zombie continued walking forward even as her friends paused in place, observing her absent wander. Exchanging puzzled glances at the strange behavior that they both hoped was not a permanent personality change before jogging to catch up with her.

The trio were two distracted to notice they'd passed the pink-hatted boy standing with tense arms at his sides. Spotting the raven-haired girl isolated at a white picnic bench across the playground, drawing in her notebook with the same hand cuffed by the same teal bracelet. His deep breath attempted to push down inner hatred, blue sneakers resistant to the volition to take just one step.

"She didn't know I was gonna die, Timmy…"

That may be so, but praying to her god did nothing to save Sophia like Tootie said it would. Believing in something he couldn't see with his own eyes, couldn't touch with his own hands, couldn't feel in his own spirit, turned out to be a total letdown. How was he supposed to forgive someone who lied to him?!

"…would you still say no…if I asked you to do it for me?"

He snarled as his fist clenched all over again. Of course, he couldn't say no…how could he!? Sophia meant the world to him; he would never betray her, no more than he already has. Whether her intention or not, Tootie was right about one thing at the very least…

That he would see Sophia again.

His snarl faded to a softened glare, thinking about everything in a clearer light. Tootie had never slighted him on purpose…unlike that demon she called a sister. And who was he to judge her when a life died by his hands? A life he cherished more than himself?

"You okay, Timmy?"

Timmy lifted his wristband, seeing green eyes etched in concern. His pink wristband missing on account of pregnancy illness taking its toll. "Yeah…" Timmy groaned. "…just thinking."

"About what?"

Timmy stalled, still trying to convince his feet to move. He'd hope to keep his moral dilemma to himself as long as possible. Guess he'd have to come clean sooner or later, though…would his godfather understand? "…when someone wronged you in college…did…you ever forgive that person?"

The green wristband pressed tight lips together. It'd be highly hypocritical to say 'yes,' but he was going to be a real father. And as a real father, he needed to set an honest example. "Um…I don't know about forgiveness. I never forgot, though."

Contemplating if the same applied to him, Timmy pressed a fist to his chin.

"…why do you ask?"

"…it's Tootie." he lowered his fist. "…I should talk to her but…I dunno what to say."

"If Wanda was here, she could tell you." Cosmo remarked. "But my advice? Say what's on your heart."

Gee, if it was that simple, you'd think he'd done so ages ago.

Tootie traced with her black pen, outlining the wounded raven sketched in pencil. Black, tattered feathers painted in excessive amount of red color pencil. Though Tootie hasn't shown to be compulsively violent, Rose was a bit concerned about the depiction of so much blood, especially for a child Tootie's age. These wounded ravens were a staple in Tootie's notebook as of late...was it an expression of how she felt inside?

"…hi, Tootie."

Her name being called sent a chilling jolt through the girl's spine. Raising startled eyes to the pink-hatted boy standing in front of the picnic table, arms crossed in a guarded stance.

Timmy glanced down to the wounded raven on the page, and Tootie furrowed her brow as her quick hand shut the notebook. Bringing it against her chest in her defensive slouch. Holding it close as if to preserve her vault of secrets.

"…can I…talk to you?"

His question was met with reserve, hugging her notebook tighter in averted gaze. Eye contact was also a struggle for the boy, balling his fists as he took it upon himself to sit down anyway. Alright…so far, so neutral. As expected, the conversation will be one sided. No matter; Timmy wanted this over and done with ASAP.

Inhaling a breath, Timmy exhaled through tight lips. Forcing his firm brow towards the former Jehovah's Witness. "…Sophia misses you."

Tootie's eyes shot to him as if stunned.

"Don't ask how I know this…" Timmy grimly added. How much weirder would he look if he said he can talk to his dead sister? "…but just know that she misses you…and she hopes things start to look up for you."

Her baffled stare remained; Many questions swirled in her mind, yet she lacked the voice to ask them.

"…I know it's not your fault Sophie died. It's just…I don't wanna be angry anymore…" Timmy sighed reluctantly "…takes too much energy."

Loosening her grip around her notebook, Tootie temporarily looked away.

"So…I'd like to start on a new foot or whatever…" he held his firm gaze, lifting a brow "…is that cool?"

Heart beating in her throat, coy eyes found themselves drawn to the pooling sea of blue. Caught in the crossfire of what her heart longed for and what her mind advised against. You see how he treats you…Vicky's voice echoed one night after Tootie had first accompanied Vicky in babysitting. Never trust a twerp who killed his own sister…

But the Timmy she remembered would never kill Sophia on purpose. Not when his sister's warmhearted presence gave him reasons to smile above all. Besides, Tootie had given false promise. Pushing the salvation that solely relied on the love and devotion to a God that no one knew existed for certain. Part of her did not fault Timmy's resentment towards her. When she came to the harsh realization of being lied to majority of her life, her shattered spirit could relate.

She had to admit, the shift in resolve was a little weird; she had assumed Timmy's grudge would be lifelong. But if the spirit of Sophia had converted him to forgiveness, then that meant there had to be some truth to a life after death.

The brakes to the school bus screeched to a halt, red lights flashing as double doors parted near the street corner closest the dividing train tracks. Offloading three students before shutting its doors, all six tires rolling off to the next designated stop.

"Until tomorrow, gentlemen!" AJ waved to his friends, traveling the sidewalk towards the polished lands of the upper-middle class.

"See ya, fellas!" Chester waved back, crossing the tracks to the gravel leading to the Happy Trails entrance.

"Bye, guys." Timmy parted with a loose handwave before tucking both into his pockets, walking along the suburban neighborhood sidewalk. Coated in a shamrock-green jacket to protect scrawny arms from late autumn's unforgivingly frigid air.

"Wanda texted me back after school let out." Cosmo informed his godchild. "She's feeling a lot better."

"That's good." Timmy was relieved. "Guess all she needed was a day to herself."

"Yeah…" Cosmo's tone became slightly disheartened. "Might be a lot of that."

"That's okay." Timmy shrugged, unbothered. "You're not so bad."

Cosmo's bafflement blinked "…I'm not?"

"No, you're not." Timmy may have been reserved with wishing that day, but the wishes Cosmo did grant weren't catastrophic at all. Against any odds, Cosmo was able to hold his own. Something he outwardly doubted the entire day. "You need more confidence in yourself."

"…I do?"

"I mean, you are gonna be a dad."

Reminded of his magical blessing, green eyes perked back into high spirits "…yeah! Yeah, I am!"

And for the first time the entire day, Timmy small chuckle smirked.

With the white suburban home coming into view, Timmy noted the green station wagon parked in front of the garage. Strange, his parents hardly ever came home this early…eh. Whatever. Making his way to the front door without a need to search for his house keys, Timmy turned the knob already unlocked. Planting two feet into the living room where he paused at his parents seated on the couch with three relatives that he had not seen since last year.

Glossy blue eyes and grey, bushy eyebrows stared back at him, matching the grey shag beneath his boysenberry tom mix hat. Boysenberry overalls over a white button up with knee-high argyle socks footed in tan Oxfords. Shorter in stature to his wife of forty years, the elderly copy of her daughter's paste. Grey hair tied in a low pony underneath a Viking helmet and aged skin riddled with wrinkles. A lighter-blue apron tied over a blue, puff-sleeved dress that fell to her grey, wool flats.

"Oye, Timmy." Grandpa Vlad Vladislapov's Ustinkinstan accent greeted, Grandma Gladys Vladislapov's arched brow and pressed lips less than inviting.

Timmy's gaze drifted to the eleven-year-old supporting his chin in casual palms between their maternal grandparents. The cousin whose baby-blue eyes and buckteeth could've passed as a triplet if not for his jet-black hair gelled in a Greaser style. Red leather jacket coated over a white tee, washed-denim skinnies cuffed over blue timberlands. Black shades propped on the bridge of his nose despite being indoors.

"Gary, why don't you go play with Timmy." Susanne suggested in the syrupy sweet tone normally abstained from her own offspring.

Still trying to figure out when the heck his parents were gonna tell him family would be visiting, Timmy watched Gary Vladislapov's nonchalant rise from the couch. Hands in his pockets in his casual steps forward. A sparkle caught his eye, looking down at the washed denim belted in black leather. Black leather adorned with the loudest yellow belt buckle Timmy had ever seen.

When blue timberlands stopped before blue sneakers, Timmy's eyes lifted to Gary's gaze cast in what seemed like suspicion. Observant eyes fixated on the green jacket covering him. Confused and creeped out at the same time, Timmy fretfully rid of his backpack beside his feet to remove his jacket. Folding it to hold against his chest with defensive arms.

"Yo, relax, will ya?" Gary slyness smirked, Timmy swallowing an awkward lump. Inching closer, the tween tilted to the side near his cousin's ear. Whispering the very words that widened Timmy's eyes in disbelief…

"I know it's a fairy."

To be continued…

AN: I know Gary is Timmy's imaginary friend, but since I gave Timmy a twin sister, I didn't think he needed an imaginary friend too. Plus, for my future ship to work, Gary needed to be a real person.

The next installment will pick up where this last chapter drops off due to the slight tonal shift; the main focus for this installment was the relationship between godchild and godparents, while the next installment focuses on relationships with other godkids. Can't make any promises on when it'll come out; I need a little break from writing. Won't be long if I can help it.

Until next time :).