Where Do Babies Come From?
Title: Where Do Babies Come From?
Rating: PG
Universe: Marvel Comics, Young Avengers
Summery: A sort of companion to That Damn MPreg.
"Daddy? Where do babies come from?"
Billy Kaplan almost spat out his baccon as he looked across the table at his daughter. Wasn't four a little young for that kind of question? "Why do you ask, Becky?" he asked warily. Something had prompted this, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Angela says that her mommy's going to have a new baby delivered by the stork and I think that's kinda weird and then Paul said that that wasn't where babies actually come from but he wouldn't tell cause he's a stupid-head." Rebecca turned very wide grey eyes on her father. "And then Sandy said that babies come when a mommy and a daddy love eachother very much, but I don't have a mommy just you and Papa and Bobby."
"We-ell, pumpkin..." Billy said, not entierly sure how to explain the complexities of reproduction to a four year old. "It's a bit complicated."
Rebecca's eyes seemed to get even bigger. "Pleeease Daddy?"
"Alrighty. When a mommy and a daddy love eachother very much, they... Ahem. They make love. And this causes a baby. Sometimes."
"But I-"
Billy held up a finger to forstall further comment. "But Teddy and I are a bit different. We love eachother very much, and we wanted a little girl of our own very badly, so your Papa made you in an egg and we hatched you. You've seen the pictures of your egg." He reached across the table and tossled his daughter's dark curls. "And you're just the most beautiful little girl in the world, too."
"But why doesn't Bobby have an egg too?"
"Erm." Billy had really hoped she wouldn't ask that. Ever. He loved his son very much, but he really didn't like to think about the nine months of hell and the C-Section that he had endured for a blow job. "Finish your breakfast, pumpkin."
Rating: PG
Universe: Marvel Comics, Young Avengers
Summery: A sort of companion to That Damn MPreg.
"Daddy? Where do babies come from?"
Billy Kaplan almost spat out his baccon as he looked across the table at his daughter. Wasn't four a little young for that kind of question? "Why do you ask, Becky?" he asked warily. Something had prompted this, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Angela says that her mommy's going to have a new baby delivered by the stork and I think that's kinda weird and then Paul said that that wasn't where babies actually come from but he wouldn't tell cause he's a stupid-head." Rebecca turned very wide grey eyes on her father. "And then Sandy said that babies come when a mommy and a daddy love eachother very much, but I don't have a mommy just you and Papa and Bobby."
"We-ell, pumpkin..." Billy said, not entierly sure how to explain the complexities of reproduction to a four year old. "It's a bit complicated."
Rebecca's eyes seemed to get even bigger. "Pleeease Daddy?"
"Alrighty. When a mommy and a daddy love eachother very much, they... Ahem. They make love. And this causes a baby. Sometimes."
"But I-"
Billy held up a finger to forstall further comment. "But Teddy and I are a bit different. We love eachother very much, and we wanted a little girl of our own very badly, so your Papa made you in an egg and we hatched you. You've seen the pictures of your egg." He reached across the table and tossled his daughter's dark curls. "And you're just the most beautiful little girl in the world, too."
"But why doesn't Bobby have an egg too?"
"Erm." Billy had really hoped she wouldn't ask that. Ever. He loved his son very much, but he really didn't like to think about the nine months of hell and the C-Section that he had endured for a blow job. "Finish your breakfast, pumpkin."