Paris was tired and sleeping on the couch of the apparent. It was small and her and Milk could afford a house if they wanted to. They had one in mind already and were going to check it out tomorrow.
Milk has been awake all day because he doesn't have a job where he's required to stay awake and stressed for over 7 hours.
Recently coming back home from getting groceries, Milk walked in the main living area after grabbing some water from the fridge. He realized he couldn't sit down on the couch so he sat on the floor next to it despite there being a chair. He's not the smartest man.
The fun thing is that Milk canonically forgot his vows at the alter
Milk turned on the medium tv and watched Saturday cartoons.
About and hour later he heard Paris move during a commercial. Milks wife sat up, in her pajamas.
She rubbed her eyes, just waking up. "Good morning," Milk chuckled, getting up off the floor.
Paris looked up at Milk from her sitting position, "Ah, what time is it?"
"11:55," Milk sat on the arm of the couch.
"Mhm," Paris looks to be thinking, "Oh yeah," She yawned. "You can sit next to me, I need to talk with you,"
"Ok?" Milk scooted himself off the couch arm the the place that was intended to sit on, nearly falling in the process.
Paris leaned on him, "I'm pregnant,"
Milk was silent for a moment, his remaining wing seemed to fluff up. "What?" He seemed to be questioning how, rather than freaking out.
Paris looked up at Milk, "yeah it was weird when I found out," She shrugged.
"How did you find out?" Milk asked.
Paris looked up at Milk for a few seconds.
"Oh. Yeah tests exist..." Milk paused, "How did you think you were pregnant"
"I thought I was on my period but I bled too dark for too long so I looked it up," Paris shrugged, "do you want to prove me wrong?" She joked.
"Oh. Yeah," Milk chuckled a bit, still being stupid.
"Though," Paris paused, "I technically impregnated myself," She joked, giggling at herself.
Milk snickered a bit, "Yeah, yeah. I guess we're getting that house, hm?"
"Milk." Paris looked up at Milk.
"Huh?" Milk responded, confused at Paris' sudden seriousness.
"It's a single bedroom house," She gently hit Milk, playfully.
"Oh. Yeah," He chuckled.
"We will find a good 2 or 3 bedroom home,"
"Why 3?" Milk asked.
"Playroom, or possibly another child?" Paris smiled at Milk.
"Well, not another kid," Milk laughed a bit, seemingly not wanting to go that far, "Heck, neither of us thought I could produce even once," he chuckled lightly.
"We never know," Paris nuzzled Milks arm.
"That's true," Milk held Paris close. "Well now I'm tired," Milk chuckled.
"How inconsistent," Paris joked. "I'll snuggle you then"
I wrote this while listening to someone slander one of my favorite shows (Steven Universe who deserved it( :)
