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“I'm a bloody genius!" Harold came rushing through, slightly bumping his head on the metal door. “Ow."

“Careful with the door," said Sydney, who was already in the room, not doing much besides checking her Eevee paws and the small white and blue dress she had. Harold slowly stood up on four paws too, cleaning his small sockets and dark blue navy-like clothes he had, small enough for an Eevee like him too. “I know, sorry about that." Harold replied to Sydney.

“Now, what is it that you suddenly run through here yelling that you're a genius?" Sydney asked Harold.

“The Storage Room! It doesn't require a handprint unlike the exit door, but a keycard. There's an entire room in there filled with everything to live! We're not gonna die anytime soon!" Harold replied.

“Wait, really?" Sydney asked again, quite surprised. “Did you find the keycard?"

“Of course I did!" Harold replied.

“Thank goodness!" Sydney jumped down from the desk to give a slight hug to Harold. “You are indeed a genius then…" Sydney said jokingly. Harold chuckled a bit.

“Well… Wanna go see it?" Harold asked.

“Yeah, let's go now." Sydney said, and they both started walking towards the Storage Room, which was already open. Inside was, just like Harold said, pretty much everything necessary to outlive in the underground base for some long, long years.

“This is huge!" Sydney exclaimed while looking around.

“Told ya! There's literally everything we need in here." Harold replied.

While looking around, Sydney noticed some small, pink flowers with apples on the leaves.

“Ooo! What's that?" Sydney asked while pointing.

“Oh, uh… I'm not sure. It looks like an edible plant." Harold said while scooting closer to it.

Sydney sniffed it, and damn it smelled delicious somehow. She picked up a small apple.

“Are you gonna eat it…?" Harold asked for a moment.

“We're not going to waste all of this stuff, you know. Plus, if we're going to be trapped here for a while, we may as well test out different things." Sydney replied, and then gave the apple a small bite. It was a hell of a delightful apple. “God damn, this apple is nice." Sydney ate it slowly, and after finishing it she licked her small Eevee paws to clean them.

“Now let's just hope it doesn't do anything weird." Harold said.

“Ey! This is your base, not BioLife's base. You don't have a reason to store all that weird stuff in here." Sydney said with both a bothered and nervous tone.

“Right, right." Harold exclaimed in a calmer tone.

“What time is it? I've only been reading for God knows how long. It's too boring here." Sydney said.

“Twelve o'clock, probably. It's pretty late." Harold responded.

“Well, I don't feel a little tired." Sydney exclaimed again in a bored tone.

“You've been awake the entire day, how is that possible…"

“Shush!" Sydney interrupted. “I have plenty of energy left as an Eevee."

“Welp, I'll check some stuff then and I'll come back later, alright?" Harold said.

“Sure thing," replied Sydney. Then Harold left the room. Sydney went back to the bedroom and jumped back onto the bed. She laid down on her chest and picked up the book she was reading some minutes ago. “Hehe. Relatable."

No longer than an hour passed before the air suddenly seemed to warm up for Sydney.

“What… How can an underground base even rise up in temperature?" Sydney checked up the temperature on a glass thermometer on the wall. The temperature was perfectly normal.

Something was wrong.

“Wait… If the temperature's normal as always, then why is it so warm?"

Sydney looked around in confusion. Not only was the room starting to get hotter from her perspective, but now she felt a bit uncozy in the bed, and she tried to move around the bed a bit to remove that feeling, failing to do so.

“Damn…" Sydney said silently, and she then tried to roll around the bed a bit until she found a good position to remain comfy. But again, this was unsuccessful. She stretched up a bit, slightly raising her butt, but then sitting once more. “This is weird…" Sydney thought. She tried to find a logical answer for what was going on with her. The temperature of the room, again, was perfectly normal, and she was already feeling uncomfortable in the bed, and she won't stop moving around slightly to try and get comfier for it. The tail had risen up the moment she raised her butt too.

Suddenly, the worst but most logical thought came to her mind.

“Wait a fucking minute… Am I in heat?!"

She laid down on the bed to think, a bit more nervous this time.

“That… No, that can't be true. There must be some other answer for this. Do Pokémons even get in heat? Like, they're animals but… Dang it. There must be some other reason."

She kept thinking for a while, but nothing came to her mind. This was the only reason she could think of at the moment. Now she had at least two problems. She wasn't going to be able to sleep with this feeling, and second, she had to be careful of Harold now; else there were going to be some interesting consequences for her.

She stood up from the bed, walked in circles, laid down, rolled on her back, stood up again, and all of this in less than a minute. She was starting to get desperate.

Harold in the meantime was just checking out the files from the Storage Room, and after finishing, he kept all the files in the same place and walked back to the bedroom. “Sydney, I'm back," he said. Sydney then made a silent gasp as she turned around to look at Harold. “O-Oh, hey!" Sydney replied, clearly stuttering.

“...You good?" Harold asked.

“Uh… Yeah! Definitely! Why'd you ask?" Sydney replied, trying not to look too suspicious.

“You seem to be somewhat nervous about something," he said. Sweet snowflakes was Sydney that bad at acting normal, as Harold instantly noticed. Sydney's tail was clearly raised up, something that she wouldn't usually do.

“U-Um, uh… No, of course not! Everything is perfectly calm…!" Sydney kept insisting, as she laid down, trying not to look directly at Harold. “Now if you were so kind to let me read my book…" Sydney said, as she searched for the book that had fallen off the moment she started rolling on the bed. “Uh… Where is it…?"

“Sydney… You're not okay." Harold said, already knowing what was going on.

“I-I am, alright? Don't question me!" Sydney tried to look annoyed towards Harold, but actually, she was getting desperate already. She just wanted Harold to walk away peacefully until she felt better. Harold, on the other hand, didn't want to know how long Sydney's heat would last, and he didn't want to see her the next few days in that kind of state. “I-I think my book fell… Y-Yeah, you know what? I'll just go to sleep…" Sydney laid down on the bed, still trying not to face Harold. The tail, however, seemed welcoming, still raised up. It was almost as if it was greeting Harold to do it.

Harold thought about it for a second or two, overall thinking if this was the right thing to do. If he did it, he would be able to see Sydney much calmer later on, but he didn't want to think of the other outcomes it would have. Though, it's not like he really had any other option. If he wasn't doing it now, it would probably happen anyways later on.

He finally gave up on himself, and jumped on the bed with Sydney.

“C-Crap… H-Harold, I told you I'm going to sleep, p-please…" Sydney was clearly starting to stutter even more now. Harold didn't say anything. He just walked slowly to look at Sydney's bottom, now questioning even more what he was going to do.

But then he saw the tail wiggling and rising in front of him, and he carefully hugged Sydney from behind, keeping her in a soft and comfortable feeling, as if he was a blanket for her.

“H-Huh?!" Sydney noticed immediately, but she couldn't do much after she gasped in complete, utter surprise when she felt something carefully and softly getting inserted onto her. “Hrhh!"

“D-Damn… That's soft." Harold thought.

They stood in that position for a moment, and soon after, both of their tails started wagging incredibly fast, as Sydney's ears lowered. She blushed in awkwardness and comfiness.

“H-Harold…" Sydney whispered silently in an embarrassed tone. Now then, Harold started thrusting slowly but softly onto her flower. “H-Hya! Hnn…" Sydney purred and exclaimed silently again, her back legs instinctively spreading out, opening more to greet the mating that was happening.

Harold then had second thoughts of what he was doing, and tried to get out of it, but soon they both realized something.

They were stuck.

Inside of them, a cat-like knot had been formed that wouldn't allow them to interrupt the mating process until it had been finished. In other words, they were screwed.

“W-Well, shit…" Harold thought.

Some moments later, the stimulation came back to Harold and he had the urge to keep going. Sydney in the meantime was just breathing softly, trying to process what was going on, enjoying it nonetheless. Although, she also had the urge for the mating to keep going. It seemed like they both had fully submitted to their only primal instincts of survival and satisfaction.

Harold unconsciously started thrusting again, and soon enough he was following this instinct as well. Their hips rubbed against each other in passion. Not erotically, but romantically. Slowly, but surely.

“Hryah…" Sydney moaned silently, half-closing her eyes as she submitted to the pleasure, savoring it with both curiosity and satisfaction too.

“That feels nice, d-doesn't it…?" Harold asked, slightly having an orgasm, but containing it as he kept thrusting.

“Y-Yeah… C-Careful…" Sydney replied. Her claws burying and pinning onto the bed, as she laid her head on the blanket of it. Harold kept thrusting, now faster. Their tails coiled together. Their faces rubbed against each other as they breathed softly, deeply. Harold kissed her cheek with delight and a romantic tone, and Sydney yelped silently, in a curious tone, as she blushed more.

“H-How is it that you're so -Hnrnn- … R-Romantic…" Sydney questioned, getting interrupted from time to time by her own moans of surprise and pleasure. They weren't exaggerated moans, that was for sure. They were silent, curious, cute little moans that only lasted from time to time.

“M-Maybe because I love you now…" Harold replied with confidence, starting to thrust softer. At this rate, they were going to enjoy it for a while, which was exactly what they wanted before it ended. So they kept going. They weren't sweating even a little yet, and it had only been the first minute. They were going to continue for a good while if they weren't able to avoid this from happening anyways.

“That feels w-warm…" Sydney stuttered as she held on tighter onto the blanket from the bed, completely submitting now, not caring about consequences. At least not while she was enjoying this.

“S-Should I try to keep going a bit more…?" Harold asked while still slowly thrusting.

“Y-Yeah… I-If you want…" Sydney replied, separating her legs a bit more, resting her entire body calm onto the bed. Harold responded to this by keeping her even more into the soft, fluffy Eevee hug.

Then he started thrusting faster and softer once more, and their hips and fur started rubbing against each other with even more strength than before. It soon did not feel a little awkward for both of them. In fact, they didn't even consider it awkward anymore. They were now fully submerged onto the inner pleasure feeling, hoping to make it a little better. The stimulation came back to Harold, but this time with a hard touch, and soon he started thrusting unconsciously again, but faster and faster. He tried to compensate for this by going softer as well, but neither was he able to struggle his instinct or stop the mating.

He gave up on his instincts and pinned Sydney fully down, resting on top of her from behind, and holding onto her back and chest, starting to thrust as fast as he could. He wasn't willing to go deep to get a bit more pleasure, for it was pleasurable enough. He, instead, wanted to go faster, to maintain that pleasure for the moment. Sydney soon replied to the thrusts, and yet, did not moan exaggerated again, unlike probably the rest of the females. She, instead, was now breathing softly from time to time. Every time Harold went «Thrust, thrust, thrust», she was holding her breath momentarily and then exhaling softly and silently. But even her breathing was clearly stuttering. It wasn't a stutter of lack of air. It was more of the fact that she was having too much satisfaction that she couldn't control her breathing.

With their instincts fully taking upon them, words weren't necessary to express the emotions and feelings they were experiencing right now. They kept going for it. They weren't erotically breeding. They weren't cursing as it happened. They weren't begging for more. They were just breathing softly, stuttering, silently, as they just let it happen. And hell did they enjoy those feelings. They just resembled onto showing how much they were going to start caring about each other, and most importantly, start loving each other, no matter what the past could have been.

But every action comes out with a consequence. Harold started feeling a lot of pleasure. Too much. Suddenly, it felt like he had the urge to release something. It felt like something was… coming.

And hell did he come onto her.

“A-Aarnhh…"

“H-Hhh? Hrrhh…"

Harold kept thrusting slowly for a brief second, until he stopped releasing. They both had their eyes closed as they felt it happen. Their tails stopped wagging exaggeratedly fast, and kept themselves coiled around each other. Then, both of them started purring softly as they stood still, not moving from that position. It took them a moment to realize what had just happened.

“W-What was that…?" Sydney asked, a bit scared.

“I-I think we… Must have finished… Hopefully…" Harold replied.

“Oh…" Sydney sighed warmly for a moment, in somewhat of a relief.

They both kept breathing softly, keeping themselves close to each other, still not moving.

And then they started feeling sleepy, and they both knew it.

“Wanna sleep for a while…? I will keep you safe…" Harold asked gently.

“Mhm… That would be nice…" Sydney replied, now more calm.

They both got themselves comfy on the bed, crawled slowly and covered themselves under the blanket of the bed. Then hugged each other again. Finally, they fell asleep.

[...]

The next morning, Harold was the one to wake up first. He opened his eyes to look at Sydney, who was still hugging him.

“Man, what an intense night," he thought.

He caressed Sydney's cheek, as she slowly woke up too. She made a small cute yawn before they looked directly at each other.

“Good morning…" Said Harold.

“H-Hi…" Sydney replied.

They both kept staring at each other for a while, before Harold started stroking Sydney's fur softly. Sydney purred at it.

“How are you feeling?" Harold asked.

“Very happy…!" Sydney said.

“Heh. That's good."

They kept petting each other playfully until they both decided to get up, and they stretched a lot to get ready for the new day. But Sydney stretched a bit more than Harold, and then started feeling somewhat dizzy.

“...You good?" Harold asked, turning his view to look at Sydney.

“Y-Yeah, I… W-Wait, no, nevermind… S-Something is -Ulp- …" Sydney jumped down from bed quickly, grabbing the first recipient or bin she saw, and then she threw up on it.

“What the…!" Harold jumped down too and followed Sydney to check up on her.

“Ack… A-Alright, I feel better… H-Harold, why did I throw up?!" Sydney asked nervously.

“You feel better?" Harold asked.

“Of course I do! But tell me why did I throw up!" Sydney insisted.

“Alright, calm down first and let me think, damn…" Harold said, and then started thinking.

He analyzed what had happened last night, and then came up to the only obvious conclusion.

And man did that night definitely have consequences.

“...Oh shit, I think you're pregnant!"

“What?!"

Sydney immediately grabbed Harold by the neck fluff.

“Agh…!"

“Great! Amazing! As if it wasn't that fucking obvious! Look what you've done to me now!" Sydney started shaking Harold aggressively.

“I-I'm sorryyy…!"

Sydney suddenly dropped Harold and looked away.

“H-How come I never expected this to happen anyways…?" Sydney said silently. Her ears lowered slowly.

“S-Sydney?" Harold recovered and walked closer to Sydney. Then he realized she had started crying silently. “Oh no… Ey, ey, don't cry, please…" Harold scooted closer and hugged Sydney. Then she started crying a bit more. “Shh… It's okay…"

“W-What am I gonna do now…" Sydney asked herself as she rested her head on Harold's neck fluff.

“You won't do anything… Because I'll be here for you. You don't have to worry about it, alright…?" Harold replied, petting Sydney's head.

“B-But…"

“Shh… It's fine, Sydney… I'll take care of you… I promise…" Harold said to Sydney. Then Sydney slowly hugged Harold back.

They both kept hugging each other. Harold recomforted Sydney, and Sydney just let it all out for a while until she felt better. When she did, she kept hugging Harold, and so did he. Perhaps this little consequence could turn out for the better with time.

[...]

Only a few days passed after the session. To be specific, five.

Harold was just roaming around the lonely base. Of course he was going to. There was only him and Sydney inside it, and they were unable to escape ever since they turned into Eevees. Firstly because the door needed a hand recognition. Second because they would now be unable to reach the door knob.

Harold saved some files and a small Chess game, and then he went back to the bedroom.

“Sydney, have you seen my… Small key…" Harold stood still for a second, and then he climbed onto the bed. Sydney was awake, covered with the blanket of the bed. She had her paws resting on her belly.

And her belly was somewhat round now. It was not that big, but it was definitely not flat anymore.

“...Sydney?" Harold scooted closer.

“H-Hey…" Sydney replied, looking at Harold now.

“What's wrong, dear? Is it your stomach?" Harold asked.

“I-It is… It's getting bigger… And I'm hungry…" Sydney said.

“I can bring you some food…" Harold replied.

“W-Will you do that for me?" Sydney questioned.

“But of course! I said I was going to take care of you, and I will not break that promise." Harold replied.

Sydney's tail wagged as she smiled slightly.

“O-Okay then…" Sydney laid her head on the pillow of the bed again, as Harold jumped down from the bed and left the room to go get some food from the Storage.

No more than a few minutes later and he was back with some small fruits of all types, except apples. Boy they only know why. Probably they got PTSD from those apples from the previous plant.

“Here you go," Harold carefully placed the bowl on the bed so that Sydney could reach for it. Sydney grabbed it and looked at it for a moment. Then, she took one of the small fruits, and started eating and nomming onto it quickly, with appetite. “Dang… You were seriously hungry." Harold said jokingly. Then Sydney continued eating the rest for a while, until she had eaten all of the fruits in the bowl.

“Thanks…" Sydney said, leaving the bowl beside her again.

“Anytime…" Harold said, giving some small pats to Sydney in the head, and then in her belly. Sydney purred for a moment at the pats on the belly.

“E-Ey…! That wasn't necessary…" Sydney blushed a bit.

“Suuure," Harold replied, chuckling a bit. Then he decided to place the bowl somewhere else and lay with Sydney on the bed, hugging her. “Hmm, you're so soft now!" Harold said as he started stroking Sydney's fur again. Sydney started purring again, and her tail wagged.

“H-Harold, you're so affectionate…" Sydney said, as she rubbed her head against his.

“And you're so cute…" Harold replied, as he petted her more.

They both kept getting more affectionate and playful towards each other, showing full compassion. Sydney wondered how much time would be until they had a small offspring, and as she thought that, she was happy to have someone like Harold. Someone who was going to help her during all these days of gestation.

[...]

Six days passed. That made a total of eleven days.

Harold was coming back with yet another bowl of fruits. He walked into the bedroom and hopped into the bed to check on Sydney.

“Holy…" Was his first thought.

Sydney's stomach was now a soft, round belly that had extended enough to start spreading her hips, and she had also needed to gain a little weight to make up for the belly. It wasn't huge, but again, it was round enough to make walking a bit difficult. That was probably the reason why Harold didn't want Sydney to get up from bed anymore after a week of gestation. She required a lot of food, and she also made small, cute snores that sounded like some sort of purring as she slept. She had both of her paws kept around her round belly, as always.

Harold left the bowl beside her for a moment. Then, he scooted closer and carefully laid a paw on her belly too, rubbing it slowly and smoothly throughout. He felt some small bumps coming from the belly.

“This little one is growing a bit fast…" He thought again.

The snoring stopped, and Sydney woke up slowly, opening her eyes to look at Harold first.

“H-Harold?"

“Oh, hey Sydney," Harold said, unamused.

Sydney looked down at her belly. Rather than huge (Which still kinda was, but nothing out of the world), her belly was more round than anything, and she could feel it occupying the space between her hips and back legs.

“I-It's getting somewhat big, don't you think…? Th-This little one is going to be well developed…" Sydney said as she caressed her belly carefully, with both a worried and expectant expression.

“Well… As long as it is only one… Because it could be a few more than that…" Harold said. In fact, he had a reason to say that. The belly was cutely round and it didn't look like the gestation of only one small egg.

“G-Good Lord…" Sydney said. Suddenly, she could feel the small bumps inside of her. “A-Ay…! I-Is… Is it kicking or something?"

“It is moving, Sydney. It's getting itself comfortable inside you." Harold explained. Sydney stared at it with a curious expression. She felt like she needed to be worried and nervous about something growing inside of her, but instead of that, she felt somehow safe, protected, warm, and overall, expectant. She was curious of the form she had taken over the previous few days, and how long it would take until she finally let her offsprings out to meet the world.

Harold walked beside Sydney, grabbed the bowl and gave it to her. Sydney sat upright as she could, and started devouring the fruits of the bowl as always. Why wouldn't she? The fruits became delicious during gestation. After she finished, she purred a little. Harold took the bowl and placed it on a nearby table, and walked back to the bed with Sydney.

Now Harold sat upright too, and hugged Sydney from behind as they were both sitting, and he kept his paws around Sydney's belly. He lifted up her dress for a moment to get his paws to feel the fur of the belly, and the dress lifted down by itself, now with Harold's paws inside the dress. Then, he started rubbing Sydney's belly softly and smoothly all throughout the surface of it.

“O-Ooohhh… That feels n-nice…" Sydney blushed as her ears lowered, and she started purring very softly, almost loudly. She lifted her dress and held her paws onto Harold's paws. The dress lifted down by itself again. Now she could feel the movement of both Harold's paws around her stomach, and then the small movement inside her stomach. And both of those feelings were as comfortable as relaxing.

“It does?" Harold asked in a gentle tone, as he then started rubbing Sydney's belly even more, softer and more careful.

“Y-Yeah… I-I can feel them moving inside of me… Y-You are doing a great job at keeping them awake…" Sydney said, purring now louder. Her tail had started wagging.

“That's good…" Harold said, as he looked down at Sydney's belly, and gave it a small kiss.

“E-Eep…!" Sydney yelped silently, and then giggled.

“Told ya you were always cute…" Harold said jokingly.

“Thank you so much, Harold…" Sydney said, and then a moment later, she yawned silently. “I-I'm sleepy…"

“I can sleep with you for tonight if you want…" Harold said.

“Y-Yes please…" Sydney said. Then she laid down on her back. Harold covered her carefully with the blanket of the bed, and then he laid beside her. They had the same size, but the only thing that made a difference right now was Sydney's belly. Knowing that, Harold carefully turned her around, and hugged her. Sydney hugged back, and as she was petted by Harold thoroughly, she fell asleep, snoring cutely again. Harold soon followed, except he didn't snore. And he didn't think Sydney's snoring was annoying. Instead, it just made her look more cute to him. They both fell asleep calmly. Little did Harold know that sleeping for the night with Sydney was a wise idea.

[...]

Twelve days had officially passed.

Harold and Sydney were sleeping peacefully, hugging each other on the bed. Suddenly, a small pain wakes up Sydney in the middle of the night.

She opened her eyes, noticing Harold at first, but she was focused on the pain she had just felt. Then, she felt it again.

“G-Grh…"

Harold then woke up slowly, raising his ears and looking at Sydney.

“Sydney…?" Harold asked. “You okay?"

“Y-Yeah, it's just… M-My belly hurts slightly… I-I think -Nngh- …" Sydney got interrupted by the pain.

Harold instantly realized what was going on, and he stood up slowly, turning Sydney on her back.

“H-Harold? A-Angh…!"

“You're having contractions, Sydney. Stay in that position, alright? Stay calm."

“C-Contractions? You mean that… I-It is time?!"

“No, I never said that…! Just don't get nervous, alright? Don't think about it too much!" Harold carefully lifted down the blanket of the bed.

“F-Fine, I'll try to stay calm, but I can't -Nrhgh- … G-Guarantee that I will be able to do it for too long… I-It's like…" Sydney interrupted herself for a moment. “...A-Aghk?! A-Aaahhh…" Something suddenly opened and got her bottom clothes wet. “O-Oh God, what is that?!"

“Oh shit, your… Your water broke…"

“My fucking what?!"

Harold held Sydney's back legs for a moment and carefully removed her bottom clothes.

“Okay, maybe I was wrong and it is indeed time…!" Harold exclaimed, now getting nervous. He scooted closer and kept a paw around Sydney's belly. “Alright dear, look at me! Focus on me and stay calm!"

“O-Oh God… Oh God, good Lord, oh my… A-Angh!" Sydney placed both her paws around her own belly, and she spread her legs more open. “H-Harold, I'm scared…!"

“Don't be! I'm here with you! Listen, you're gonna feel some pain but it's gonna pass, alright? Just stay calm and don't give up!" Harold tried to keep Sydney calm.

“O-Oh crap… Something is moving… I-It's moving out! Harold, it's moving out!" Sydney yelped.

“Don't panic! Here, hold my hand!" Harold said, and he grabbed Sydney's right paw and held it. Suddenly, he felt a tight squeeze on his paw as Sydney held tightly onto him. “OW…!"

“It wants to come out! I-It… -GYAH!-" Sydney felt her bottom open up even wider.

“Alright, it is now time, Sydney! Push!" Harold exclaimed.

“Nnrrgghh…!" As instructed, Sydney started pushing with the excruciating pain she was feeling. And hell she was a warrior at holding that pain, for she did contain all that yelling that she could have started doing, but instead, she made struggling sounds as she pushed, and as she started trying to eject out the egg. But it was still halfway through fully getting out.

“I can slightly see it…! You're doing great, dear!" Harold tried to motivate Sydney to make her feel more confident.

Sydney continued pushing. The Eevee egg was already starting to slide through the cervix, and at that moment, Sydney started hyperventilating.

“O-Oh my God! It's moving! I-I'm giving birth! I-It's coming out…! S-SHIT!" Sydney started pushing with even more strength, wanting the egg to be delivered already. The egg slid through her cervix and it slowly and finally reached her bottom, where her bottom would then fully open widely as all the fluids would come out before the egg. “A-AAAHH!"

“You're almost there! One last effort! Come on, dear! Push!" Harold yelled.

“C-CRAP…! G-GAAAAAHHH!"

The egg then got through her bottom, and then after getting stuck for a moment between, it easily slid out and finally laid on the bed for once and for all. Then Sydney calmed down.

“A-Aaagh… A-Aaahh…"

“You did it, Sydney!" Harold carefully picked up the egg. “You… You actually did it… Here you go…" Harold handed the egg to Sydney as careful as he could be.

Sydney grabbed it and held it in her arms with gentleness. “F-Finally…"

“Well, looks like it was actually one…" Harold said.

“Y-Yeah… B-But I'm still happy about it…" Sydney replied, stuttering a bit due to how weak she felt right now. “We are parents now…"

“Yup… All thanks to you…" Harold stroked Sydney's head softly. Sydney giggled silently and somewhat weakly yet.

They both stood there, sitting on the bed as they rested their heads on the wall and upon each other, while they looked at their egg. After only a few days, it was finally here, and yet it had seemed like an eternity for them.

Everything was at peace again.

[...]

Three days passed, making that an official time of fifteen days.

Sydney was sleeping on the bed as always, but this time, curled up around the egg. There was someone curled up around her as well. It was Harold. They both kept themselves warm, and they kept the egg warm and safe too. Sleeping in family had never felt so comfortable.

Suddenly, the egg started shaking slightly.

“Hm…?" Sydney opened up an eye, realizing how the egg was moving.

Then all of a sudden:

«Crrk!»

Sydney made a small gasp as she could see the egg starting to move even more.

“H-Harold, look…!"

“What is it…?" Harold woke up slowly.

“The egg…" Sydney pointed. Then they both fully woke up from their sleepiness and stared at the egg.

It started to creak and move more and more, until it finally did something.

«Crrraaack!»

The top of the egg made a long crack and it opened slightly, revealing a small paw breaking through. Then the paw started breaking more of the egg. Harold and Sydney's tails suddenly started wagging incredibly fast.

“They're gonna make it…! Come on, you can do it!" Sydney exclaimed silently as she watched the egg.

Then the egg broke in half and fell on its side, on the bed. The small Eevee showed up on the bed, with a small piece of the egg still on their head.

Sydney and Harold both stood amused, and Sydney picked it up carefully.

“Eeeee! You're so adorable!" Sydney said, as she hugged the small Eevee.

“V-Vee!" Said the small Eevee for a moment, but then it relaxed. “Vee…"

“Holy crap, he's actually really cute… Did it come out with your appearance?" Harold questioned, as they both laughed.

“Hm…" Sydney lifted the small Eevee to check on them. “...Oh my, you're a boy! Just like your father!" Sydney said happily.

“Wait, he is a boy?" Harold asked with excitement.

“He is!" Sydney replied. Then she cradled the small Eevee in her arms. “He is a beautiful boy…"

“I've always wanted a son. Dang, I was lucky…" Harold said.

“What name should he have?" Sydney asked.

“My future son was going to be called… Ritz."

“...Like the cookie?" Sydney asked again.

“Yeah, like the cookie! Wait… How do you know?" Harold questioned.

“Those were my favorite cookies long ago," Sydney said with a smile.

“Mines as well…" Harold said. “Well, he's going to be Ritz then."

“Welcome to the world, Ritz. Our little one…" Sydney said, as she petted Ritz. He purred happily at this.

With time, it became true. The consequence turned out for the better, and Ritz Tadych I. was born. With him, new happiness would be able to arrive for both Sydney and Harold. A new family.

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