Chapter 17: No Troubles?!

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You got out of bed and went downstairs to find your table set with steaming hot (Favorite Breakfast) on it. You shot towards the dining room and started eating your food as if you hadn't eaten in years. Flamia walked into the the kitchen and stared at you.

"Hey there Y/N.... Well you look happy," she said, laughing a little.

"Mgmmmph.... -It's good!" You say, blushing a little from embarrassment. Suddenly, you feel sick. Clutching your stomach, you run to Jeremy, who's still in bed.

"W-what's wrong?" He says, holding your hand.

"Jeremy... I might be pregnant..." You say, breathing hard. It had been about a week since you two did the dirty.

"......w-well..... Shit...." He said.

Wait holy fuck Jeremy cursed.

"JEREMY YOU SAID SHIT I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!!" You squealed.

~~~~TIMESKIP BECAUSE I HAVE GREAT PLANS AND I DONT FEEL LIKE WRITING~~~~~~~~

You and Jeremy returned home, and sat down to watch Sailor Moon. After about 2 episodes, you suddenly felt a piercing pain. You shot up and ran to the bathroom and used the pregnancy tester. Returning to the living room, you sat back down and gave Jeremy a weak smile.

~15 Minutes Later~

You rushed back into the background and looked at the tester. FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCKCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Pregnant.

Fucking pregnant.

Your e/c pupils contracted and you felt anger and fear prickle up your spine.

"......jeremy get your ass in here......"

"What is it, Y/N?"

"I'm pregnant," you said, shaking.

"Y-Y/N! A-ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I'M GOING TO BE A FATHER!!!"

"jeremy i swear your happiness is going to kill me"

"Y/N WE CAN NAME IT (favorite anime character's name)."

"HOLY FUCK YES WE CAN"

All the sudden, Flamia inched in.

"....Did I miss something..?"

"YES YOU DID, FLAMIA I'M PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!!" you squealed.

"Well holy fuck TIME TO MAKE A BABY SHOWER CAKE HEHEHEHEHHE" she purred.

"WAIT FLAMIA WHA-" you were cut off by Vincent running in and screaming like a baby dinosaur.

"Vincent what the fuck was that" you said, staring at the purple man.

"Y/N, GET WITH THE PROGRAM, THIS MEANS I GET TO START BUYING PURPLE BABY CLOTHES!!!!" Vincent shrieked.

"VINCENT, GET IN THE CAR WE NEED BABY CLOTHES, CAKE INGREDIENTS AND A VIBRATOR!" Flamia screeched with tiny, insane pupils.
wait what
"W-why a vibrator..?" Jeremy asked.
"Oh... And earplugs for you two, I guess," she said, oddly calmly.
"Flamia don't tell me you want to fuck more..."
"Okay, I won't tell you, but the sounds coming from my room will!~" she said cheerily as she walked out. Sometimes living with an overly active bipedal cat makes you want to burn down her room. Other times, it can be fun. But, no matter what, you'd be on her side. Soon, you heard your door close as Flamia and Vincent left to the store. You sat down on the couch, watching Gravity Falls. A new episode, titled Bros Before Dream Demons. You laughed a little, understanding the joke that the producers had made about a previous episode. After the theme song, which was finally put back to its original length, you were greeted by Stan's brother looking at the twins and smiling, ruffling their heads. Dipper stared in awe as Mabel hugged his leg. Stanley chuckled and sighed.
"So Stan, these are your little mischief makers?" He asked.
"W-what?! No! They're my niece and nephew!" Stan replied, flushing slightly.
"Hehe, I'm just kidding... Anyway Stan, have you seen Bill?" Stanley continued. You were at the edge of the couch staring at the screen.
"Well, uhh, about that... He was in my dreams, but those two little rascals saved me and the shack," Stan said, scratching the back of his head.

The episode went on and Stanley told the twins about the journals and how he survived the Gremloblin, and how Dipper had solved the problem in a different way. You sighed, glad about the new episode.

And then Vincent came home with a remote control in his hand, dragging Flamia behind him.





Well Fuck Tits and Shit, now you really hoped you had earplugs.

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