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Another One {Robert Downey Jr}

You couldn't believe it. The positive pregnancy test in front of you must've been wrong, somehow. But then again, if this one was then so were the other five you took. The only thing going through your mind right now was,

'That lying son of a bitch.'

You placed the pregnancy test in your pocket and threw the rest away. You stepped out of your bathroom into yours and Robert's shared bedroom and saw him peacefully reading a book on the bed.

"Robert, sweetheart," you spoke in a deadly, sweet tone.

Robert immediately froze, knowing that he was screwed. You only called him 'sweetheart' and spoke to him in that tone when he was in deep, deep trouble.

"Yes, light and love of my life?" he responded, cautiously.

"Remember when we had Malaika and Malik and you promised me you'd get a vasectomy?" you asked him, still in that sickeningly sweet tone.

'Oh, crap,' Robert thought to himself.

"Yeah, I remember," he responded, still looking at the book.

"Put down the book, Robert."

You didn't need to tell him twice. He immediately put it down and faced you.

"And do you remember how you told me you got a vasectomy and sat up here whining and crying about how much it hurt?"

"Yep, I remember."

He knew that you knew that he never got a vasectomy but what he didn't know was how you knew.

"Yeah, you felt bad and said in turn you'd get your tubes tied," Robert carried on.

You immediately lost all your confidence and crossed your arms.

"That's... that's... that's not what we should be focused on at the moment," you stuttered out. "What's important is that you lied."

"Yes, I did but, you did too, didn't you?" Robert asked, putting the pieces together. "I didn't know you didn't get your tubes tied and you didn't know that I lied about my vasectomy. The only reason you'd be bringing up this conversation is because..."

His eyes widened in shock and he stood up.

"Oh no," he said. "Oh no, no, no, no, no, no."

"Robert I'm—"

"No, no, no, no, no," he carried on.

"I'm pregnant," you said.

"No, no, this can't be possible," he said. "You're too o—"

"Too what, Robert?" you questioned. "Old? Is that what you were going to say? I'm too old?"

"Maybe. It's just... babe, you're my age. Shouldn't you be going through menopause?"

"Shouldn't you have gotten a vasectomy?" you asked him.

"Shouldn't you have gotten your tubes tied?" he asked back.

"Okay, so we're both to blame in this situation," you shrugged. "Robert, we can't have another kid."

"I know," he said.

"We already have ten others!" you exclaimed.

"I know," he repeated.

"Five who are already out of the house, three still living with us and two one year olds, still in diapers and still breastfeeding," you continued.

"I know."

"We said no more kids," you finished.

"I know," Robert sighed.

You groaned and plopped onto your bed, tired of standing and ranting.

"But, Y/N," Robert spoke. "Everything happens for a reason."

"Yeah, and this happened because we're both liars who got slapped across the face with karma," you retorted.

"True, but maybe, also because we were meant to have this baby," he said. "Look at our other kids. They're doing good. We're great parents."

"The greatest," you corrected.

"Exactly," he agreed. "What's one more kid?"

You sat up and looked at him with an annoyed expression.

"One node kid is one more mouth to feed, more clothes to buy, more toys and movies and luxuries to pay for."

"That's what you're worried about? Money? Babe, we have more than enough of that."

"I know and no, money isn't what I'm worried about," you told him. "What I'm worried about is more late night feedings, more sleepless nights, more PTA meetings, more crying and screaming and tantrums," you listed.

"More first steps, first words, birthdays, more happiness," Robert carried on. "Y/N, don't tell me you don't want this."

"Of course I want this, Robert," you told him. "But damnit, I'm old. By the time this kid graduates we'll be like, 72."

"Damn."

"I know right?" you laughed.

He laughed too then he placed a kiss on your temple.

"This kid is the luckiest kid in the world because they have ten wonderful siblings who'll love and take care of them, a bunch of aunts and uncles who are gonna spoil them and the world's greatest parents. Hell, I'm even jealous of this kid."

You laughed again.

"You're right. What's one more kid?" you asked.

"Exactly," Robert agreed. "What's one more kid?"