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Cotton had just left her doctor's and, despite the good news she'd received, she was still feeling queasy. But she promised that she'd let Cupcake know as soon as she was out what was going on, so she was heading towards his shop now. It was a little cold out, which seemed to help her nausea calm down as she headed that way. She was thankful for the brisk weather as she nearly ran to the bakery.

She chattered incoherently as she hurried down the street, only slowing when she got to the bakery door. "Oh, Cupcake? Cupcake, dear!" She sang as she swung the door open. She was her chipper self until all the delicious smells hit her. It was a punch to the stomach. Her nausea returned and she excused herself to the employee restroom in the back, locking the door behind her. Is this how it was going to be the whole time? She sure hoped not!

Cotton whimpered quietly as she cleaned herself up and unlocked the door, opening it to her husband. She smiled weakly, still a little sickly and pale. She was glad he was the only back here, she was sure she looked like a mess. She was also happy that only the workers, who wouldn't judge, had been in the bakery at the time of her race to the back.

She reached out, fumbling for his face as she wasn't making her normal noises to see. After a tentative few seconds she cupped his face in her hands and brought their faces close to one another until their foreheads were touching. She was beaming, but tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"Oh, love, you're going to be a father," her words were just above a whisper as she tried to force them out without squealing, her voice cracking a bit regardless.

"Mmm-hmmm," was all she managed in response to his questions, nodding, the tears not stopping. She was just so happy and his happiness at the news just amplified the emotion. And the love she felt for him increased as well, if that were possible.

She choked out a laugh as he suggested Tulip planning the baby shower. "Oh, I suppose we should. I'm sure it will make her forget all about us ruining that for her." Cotton managed to chuckle and began wiping the tears away with the back of her hand.

"Oh, I feel so silly. You'd think with me being part Psychic-type, I would've known!" she was joking, obviously. The thought of being pregnant hadn't even crossed her mind this entire time. Though, looking back at the last several weeks, it seemed pretty obvious. She'd had a few cravings for things other than sweets (her normal cravings), the morning sickness of course, and a certain monthly visitor was late. She felt so blind, no pun intended, but nonetheless happy.

"Oh, I'm sure you're right! Tulip doesn't do subtle." She chuckled. She loved her friend dearly, but Tulip was all about big things; big occasions, big celebrations, etc. The modeling life really fit the Venusaur well. Cotton pondered for a short second if she would still be able to model after they found out she was pregnant. The thought was quickly excused, however; she'd worry about it later.

The news and getting it all off her chest coupled with it being later in the day caused her stomach to ease. She barely felt a twinge, and if it was anything, it'd be hunger at this point. Cupcake mentioning food made her mouth water and her stomach growl. "Oh, I guess someone's hungry already!" She giggled and followed him out to the front, smiling from ear to ear all the way. Her hands rested on her stomach instinctively, even though there wasn't even a bump yet.

"Oh, I'll just take a little croissant. I don't want to eating anything too heavy just yet." She took a seat at one of the back tables. As she did, her feet made her acutely aware just how long she'd actually been standing and running around today. And she wasn't in her best shoes, something she silently scolded herself for.

A light pink blush graced her cheeks as Cupcake announced the offer. He was caring and generous. She was so elated that he was her husband and the father of their child.

Cotton hummed to herself and she "watched" her husband fix up the croissant for her. She couldn't be happier. She was with the best man in the entire world and they were going to be parents! The thoughts of the sickness earlier had completely left her mind. All she could think about was how happy and truly blessed she was. She'd tell Tulip when they got home. For the time, she was content with this peaceful scene.

"Oh, thank you, sweetie!" She squeaked as he brought her the food and water. She nibbled on the bread lightly, oblivious to Cupcake's staring as she did so. She'd periodically take sips of her water, either fumbling for the glass, or making little noises so she could "see" it.

When she finished, she dabbed her mouth with the napkin and wiped her hands off. "Oh, you know we're going to have to think of names." She was back to chipper self. "And the spare room upstairs can be the nursery!" And beamed at her husband, excited for the future.

Cotton giggled and blushed, waiving her hand and attempting to tell Cupcake to hush about the conception thing. It wasn't something she thought was a public topic, but she couldn't keep herself from acting like a giddy schoolgirl. It was cute, really, the way her cheeks flushed, adding more color to her already vibrant exterior. Not that her personality didn't match her colorfulness.

After her giggling had subsided, she thought of names as well. She liked the idea of Christmas-themed names, she thought it was cute. "Oh, I do like Christmas! I think that would make a lovely boy's name. What do you think of Noel for a girl, maybe?" She smiled warmly; just thinking about the life growing inside her made her feel all fuzzy inside.

"Oh, I will have to insist you get some help with the nursery. If nothing else, ask Tillie, she's good with that sort of thing." When they got home later, a call would be made to her and Tulip, though she was sure Tulip would do most of the talking.