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The test had been positive. Linkara and Spoony had just stood there, staring at it. And then they’d taken the backup test just in case, because false positives happen sometimes. That one was positive too.
So Spoony had ordered some pizza and they sprawled out in the living room and talked. Linkara was laying on the futon and Spoony was on the floor perpendicular to her, legs up and resting on hers.
They went through all the options at length, weighed the pros and cons of each, and eventually decided that they were going to keep the baby.
Harvey and 90s Kid came back to find them like that, hands intertwined and a discarded pizza box on the floor. Harvey raised an eyebrow at them.
“So I guess we’re going to have a baby,” Linkara said. Talking things out had helped settle things in her head. She was still scared but things didn’t seem quite so daunting.
“Dude, that’s so radical! Babies are awesome, man. I’m going to by it the most extreme plushies you have ever seen,” 90s Kid said, excited.
Linkara giggled at his excitement.
“Congrats, kid,” Harvey said, putting his hand on Linkara’s shoulder briefly.
They stayed up until late that night, trying to work out logistics. Neither felt the need to get married right away, though that was always open if it gave better benefits. Linkara refused to move to Arizona, wanting to stay somewhere with winters like she was used to. Spoony fell asleep first, around 2, and Linkara followed soon after.
Linkara woke up to find herself alone in the bed, roused by a muffled banging coming from the kitchen and got up, rubbing her eyes and yawning on the way to investigate. In the kitchen was Insano, connecting two wires together in some device that Linkara recognized as being made of things she’d had laying around the house.
“Is that…90s Kid’s CD player?” she asked, squinting at the invention.
“Yes,” Insano said, not looking up.
Linkara sat at the kitchen table across from him.
“What are you working on?” Linkara asked.
It was weird, facing her arch-enemy in her pajamas.
“A security system for this house. You do realize that your defenses are pathetic, right? I’m pretty sure all Mechakara would have to do to get in is walk through the unlocked front door,” Insano said pointedly.
“Hey! ...No, you’re right,” Linkara said with a sigh. “I keep meaning to put wards up or something but I just never get around to it. Pollo keeps an okay eye on the place. Mostly,”
Insano scoffed. “Pollo couldn’t defend this house if his life depended on it. As impressive as he is, he’s just not built for that kind of thing. Burton on the other hand…actually that’s a decent idea. Burton should stay with you. At least until I get this up and running,” he said, scribbling ideas on a scrap piece of paper he had found.
“Are you worried about me, Insano?” Linkara asked with a grin.
“Ha! Don’t make me laugh, hero. No, I’m much more concerned with the whole ‘You’re carrying my baby’ thing,” Insano said dismissively.
“Oh baby, keep up that sweet talk. You know how much I like it,” Linkara said, getting up and opening the refrigerator, pulling things out.
Insano went back to ignoring her, absorbed in trying to make SCIENCE happen without the use of his lab. He was interrupted again by Linkara setting a plate down in front of him with an omelet and toast on it. He blinked at it in confusion a few times, brain trying to switch gears.
“Thank you?” He said.
“God knows Spoony doesn’t eat well, and I figure you’re actually worse about it than he is,” Linkara said, sitting back down with her own plate.
The two of them ate, Linkara asking about the invention in between bites and Insano happily discussing his genius ideas.
“It’s really sweet of you to do this,” Linkara said kissing Insano on the cheek before taking their plates over to the sink when they were finished.
She didn’t see Insano’s blush, but his sputtering made her laugh anyway.