Egg Crack
“I seriously haven't seen Eevee anywhere since last night,” Green grumbled to Red, who seemed far more concerned with the contents of the fridge. “Have you?”
“Maybe you locked him out of the room on accident and he's hiding again?” Leaf offered.
“No, he can open that door if he really cares, we all know that. I couldn't find him when we went to bed, either.”
Red stared at him for a second and sighed, then looked at Pikachu, who nodded, sniffed the air, and bounded off out of the kitchen.
“Right. Great idea,” Green agreed, trotting off after the yellow rat. Red took a bite out of an apple he'd found, closed the fridge, and followed after, with Leaf in tow, giggling about how that solution had been way too easy for Green not to come up with.
They arrived outside to find him on his hands and knees, peering under the porch with a confused expression. The two glanced at each other and shrugged, ducking down to get a look for themselves.
Eevee, and now Pikachu, were nestled underneath the wooden porch... with an egg. From their new angle, the other two quickly realized that Green's expression was not one of confusion... but complete and total horror.
He'd, naturally, come to the most logical conclusion he could in such a scenario, as he watched his Eevee nuzzle his cheek to Red's Pikachu's. “You're a girl?!” he shouted, staring at his partner of many years. Eevee blinked and yipped back at him. He sat up and stared into space for a moment, then at his lovers.
“Did you know?!” he demanded of Red, who sighed at him with an otherwise blank expression.
“Did you know?!” he turned to Leaf instead, whose eyes were shining in that way that girls' do about babies and other cute things, and she simply squealed.
“My whole life has been a lie!” he cried, sitting lifelessly on the lawn, until Eevee very carefully crawled out from under the porch. “I'm... I'm so sorry buddy,” he said, extending a hand to pet his pokemon. “I've been holding you to my own expectations all this time... I never stopped to think you might be a girl... Or that you might want a family...”
Pikachu came crawling out from the porch next, scooting the egg out with him carefully, sniffing it, then dashing over to climb back on Red's shoulder. He surveyed the rest of the scene nervously for a second as his trainer sighed again.
“I'm going to be an auntie!” Leaf squeaked suddenly, clapping her hands together.
“I guess it only makes sense though... You and him... me and him...” Green lulled, scratching his rather oblivious seeming Eevee behind the ears.
Red stared at them, then the egg, and shook his head, walking off in what could only be taken as disgust.
It was just the start of a long and bumpy week.
Green went home that afternoon, just for a few hours, and came back with a small suitcase filled with clothes, and a shopping bag with bottles and formula. Red had picked up the bag upon his return and looked through it, while Leaf set about re-arranging Red's dresser to fit Green's things in one drawer. The black-haired boy walked over and stopped her, pushing the suitcase under the bed with one foot instead. He then returned to Green, who was carefully lining a small box with blankets and setting the egg inside. He looked at him, at the bag of formula, at the pink egg, and finally at Eevee.
Green followed the pattern, eyes going wide as both of their stares landed back on the bag.
“Right!” he spouted. “Damn, I'm a moron. We won't need formula, the mother's here.”
Red stared at him for a minute and thrust the bag back into his hand, shaking his head as he left the room, Pikachu at his heels.
“I know, Red!” Green hollered down the hall behind him, “It's been hard for me to deal with this, too! But we've got to stick together on this.”
He receded down the stairs without a word.
Leaf sighed from her seat on the bed, squeezing her Jigglypuff slightly. “Oh Puff, why do boys have to be so weird about these things?”
A week later the waiting part of the ordeal was nearly over, with whoever was in the egg making soft noises, which Pikachu had taken it upon himself to answer – by apparently telling long stories to it, from the sounds of how he was going on, tapping the egg occasionally with one paw.
They'd brought the egg and its shallow box down to the living room as soon as it had started jiggling, wanting everyone to be able to see. The boys had mostly wandered back out of the room after the first uneventful half hour, asking to be called back once the “ball of fluff” was actually born. The girls on the other hand had stayed, and little was cuter than a newborn Eevee... and they all had their own opinions on what the baby should be named, of course.
Just as even some of the girls were starting to fall asleep on the couches, the egg finally started to crack. Eevee and Puff both ran over to join Pikachu next to it, their trainers crouched nearby with varying degrees of interest and anticipation.
There was an audible silence as the egg split open... and a pale, almost white, foot came out. Followed by a similar hand.
“Uh...” one of the girls said from behind Leaf, “I don't think that's an Eevee.”
The Igglybuff finished making its way out of the shell, Pikachu using his tail to push the shell away afterwords, and looked around, stunned, with its big green eyes.
Everyone looked at Green, who looked as though his eyes might fall out of his face from shock. “Eevee... You've been cheating on Pikachu?!” he shouted, watching the elastic baby as it toddled unsteadily.
Red's gloved palm collided with the side of Green's head with a rather painful THWACK. Green winced and was about to demand what the hell his boyfriend's problem was, but the answer was already waiting in the form of a pointed finger.
Toward where Puff was kissing Pikachu on the cheek, who in turn was patting the newborn on the head cheerfully.
Leaf was immediately thrilled, of course; coos of how happy she was for the pair and how cute their baby was floated from her, as she and Red crouched beside their pokemon and congratulated them.
Eevee licked Green's cheek sympathetically. It was a shock, for sure, but he'd get over it... After all, Eevee had managed to get over it a week before, when he'd been asked to babysit.