Affable Adalie [HORRID HENRY FANFIC]

It's a...!!

(A/N: Another drabble lol)

To Henry, too many people were in the house. It felt suffocating to him, especially when he knew for a fact that a vast majority of the grownups that were in the house hated his guts.

He'd eventually resorted to going upstairs, Vera following him. "Are you sure you'd rather be up here than down there?" Henry asked Vera as he let her into his room.
"Yeah. Too loud. Head hurts. Makes my tummy hurt." Vera answered, holding a hand to her abdomen with green-ish cheeks.
Henry chuckled fondly, "Well, your nickname is Vomiting Vera for a reason." He ruffled Vera's hair playfully.
"Noooo...!" Vera groaned.
"Sorry my room's a mess." Henry said as he got out his mobile, "My horridness got the better of me a few months back..."
"It's okay, Hen-Hen." Vera stepped over Henry's stuff and back-flopped onto the bed. Henry joined her on the bed and they watched Gross Class Zero until Vera was called downstairs for the gender reveal.
"Will you come, Henry?" Vera asked.
"I don't think the grownups will want me downstairs," Henry responded as he stood up from his bed, "But then again, since when did I ever give a shit about what grownups wanted?"
"What's shit?"

"...Shit."

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"Hello, Vera!" Fuckin' Francesca smiled before her face fell flat as soon as Henry was in her line of sight, "Henry."
"Francesca Brenner." Henry rolled his eyes. Fuckin' Francesca scoffed. How mature of her.
"Listen, and listen to me well. If I catch you being horrid today, you will suffer consequences after the party is over. So don't be horrid, Henry."
"Sure- when you stop being a horrid grownup that is actively threatening a minor." Henry shot back before walking past her and sitting on the ground next to a socially burned out Peter who was clearly using up every last fibre of his being to try and hide it.

"Alright everyone! May I have your attention?" Fuckin' Francesca started, the room quieting down.
"No. Fuck you." Henry muttered under his breath, causing Peter to sink his teeth into the insides of his cheeks. His face looked like Sour Susan when she's trying not to lose her shit laughing ngl- thankfully for Henry, Fuckin' Francesca didn't seem to hear him.
"As you know, it is now time to reveal the gender of the baby!" Fuckin' Francesca smiled, "So here's how this will work: I will need 6 volunteers to put on an apron. Each apron is labeled either "It's a boy" or "It's a girl".
"I know some of you have already made your guesses, so if you have made up your mind, put on the apron that is the gender you have guessed labeled on the front.
"And then I will need 6 more volunteers in the room. They will take turns squirting the aprons with water shooters.
"As for how we will know whether the baby is a boy or girl, one of the aprons in the pile will change colour as soon as it makes contact with the water." She explained, "Now, is anyone willing to wear an apron?"
A few raised their hands.
"Alright then, now that we have our contestants, who would like to spray the aprons?"
Awe, hell yeah! Henry thought as he raised his hand. He felt like punching Fuckin' Francesca when she picked literally anyone except for Henry, but hurting her might hurt the baby.

Henry watched as people got to have their fun while he was forced to do nothing, but sit and watch. He eventually turned to Peter and subtly nudged his arm.
"Hm?" Peter glanced at Henry.
"What do you think the baby will be?" Henry asked.
"Hmm...something tells me it's gonna be a girl." Peter said after a few moments of thought.
"Maybe." Henry shrugged, but zoned out as he turned the prospect of a little sister over in his head. Though, he wasn't able to ponder it for very long when cheers of glee filled the room that startled Henry out of his mind. He looked to Peter for an answer.
"I was right, mutt. It's a girl." Peter told him.

"Holy shit..." Henry said, picking back up on his previous train of thought. This was a new situation. He knew how Fuckin' Francesca and Shitty Simon treated their horrid boy and their poster child, but how would they treat a girl in the family? He wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

But he was going to anyway.