Chapter Two: Pam's Big Surprise

The sun had barely risen over Starr Park, casting a golden glow over the chaotic yet oddly charming landscape. Vendors called out their daily deals, Leon was already pranking unsuspecting brawlers, and the distant echoes of battles rang through the air. But in the heart of the park, inside a cozy garage littered with spare parts and half-finished gadgets, Pam wiped the sweat from her brow.

"Whew! That oughta do it," she muttered, tightening the last bolt on a mechanical contraption that buzzed to life. Sparks flew for a moment before the machine settled, humming steadily. "Jessie's gonna love this."

She stood back, proud of her work. Tinkering had always been her way of unwinding, but lately, she'd felt more exhausted than usual. The wrench seemed heavier in her hand, and even her usual determination couldn't shake the dull ache in her bones. Pam brushed it off—after all, she wasn't one to complain.

"Morning, Ma!" Jessie burst into the garage, grease stains smeared across her hat. "You're up early! Is that the new part for my turret?"

Pam grinned, ruffling her daughter's unruly red hair. "Sure is, sweetheart. Stronger, faster, and tougher than ever."

Jessie's eyes gleamed with excitement. "You're the best!"

Pam chuckled, but before she could respond, a wave of dizziness washed over her. She stumbled slightly, grabbing the workbench for support.

"Ma? You okay?" Jessie's smile faded, her hands reaching out in concern.

"I'm fine, pumpkin," Pam insisted, though the color had drained from her face. "Just… been workin' too hard."

But the nagging thought stuck with her. The exhaustion, the nausea, the occasional fluttering sensation in her stomach—it all added up. Pam had a feeling, but she needed to be sure.

A short while later, Pam found herself standing in front of Barley's café. While the robotic bartender served drinks with clockwork precision, the café also stocked some practical supplies for brawlers—first aid kits, tonics, and even the occasional pregnancy test.

"Morning, Pam!" Barley greeted in his ever-cheerful tone, sliding a steaming cup of coffee across the counter. "The usual?"

"Not today, sugar," Pam replied, trying to keep her voice casual. "Just need to grab a little somethin'."

Barley's mechanical eyes blinked as Pam quickly snatched up the box and tucked it beneath her arm. "Well, best of luck with… whatever that is!"

Back home, the garage was quiet. Jessie had run off to test her upgraded turret, leaving Pam alone. She paced nervously, staring down at the small plastic test.

"Alright, Pam. You've been through plenty worse," she muttered, trying to steady her hands. "You're tough. You're strong. And whatever this is… you can handle it."

Minutes passed like hours. And then, the result appeared.

Two lines.

Pam blinked, her heart pounding. She was pregnant.

The realization hit her like a wave—joy, fear, disbelief, and overwhelming love all tangled together. She thought of Jessie, now 11,growing into a fierce and brilliant young brawler. And now, a new life was on the way.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but a smile broke through. "Well, looks like we're gonna have another little scrap to love."

Her hand instinctively rested on her stomach. She didn't know what the future held, but one thing was certain—this baby was already part of her world.

And she couldn't wait to meet them.

Authors note: hey guys next chapter we are seeing melodie taking a pregnancy test have a good day.