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Zim snuggled the newborn smeet close.
He was all cleaned up, and Zim had been taking care of him. Even if he was absolutely exhausted.
He was just happy to finally be able to hold his smeet in his arms.
He gently gave him a tiny kiss on his forehead, before pulling him close to his chest.
The smeet let out content purrs, Zim felt his heart melt a little at the sound of that.
He just snuggled him tight. He wanted to cherish every little moment he had with him, not sure what was going to happen next.
He wasn't sure if he was even going to be able to keep him, so he just wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.
He gently nuzzled the smeet's face, purring sweetly.
He wasn't sure if Dib would be happy about it.
Dib could barely take care of himself goodness sake, Zim wasn't sure if he was even in the right place to care for a baby.
Probably not… Zim figured. Not only had he not told Dib, but he wasn't even sure how to explain the smeet's existence to him. Dib shouldn't have been able to knock him up in the first place.
He could just lie and say that the smeet was a clone, but he had lied to Dib enough already. He didn't want to keep doing that.
It hurt so bad everytime.
He had to keep hiding everything from him, and he didn't like that.
Zim let out a deep sigh.
He cuddled his smeet, and closed his eyes. He was ready for a nap. And it seemed like his smeet was too.
Dib just sat on the couch, confused. Concerned. A tad frustrated perhaps.
Gaz noticed.
"Dib. You've been staring off into space for like, 30 minutes now. What's wrong?" Gaz questioned, taking a seat on the couch.
"Zim's been being weird." He said.
"Zim's always weird?" Gaz retorted.
"No, really. He's been being really weird lately.. it's a bit concerning." Dib began, Gaz just gave him a intrigued yet puzzled expression.
"He keeps eating weird shit. I noticed that he was eating… pickles and ice cream. The other day. He doesn't even like pickles! And he flinches when I try to touch his stomach for some reason… which is weird. He usually likes it when I do that." Dib rambled.
Gaz just looked even more puzzled, "I swear that I've heard him vomiting sometimes but anytime I ask him about it he just denies it." Dib went on.
"He also keeps wearing really baggy clothes for some reason… instead of skin-tight ones." Dib mentioned.
Gaz just started shaking her head, "Dib. Are you sure you didn't somehow get him-"
He knew exactly what Gaz was about to ask him.
"No! You know I can't do that!" Dib denied, "Well. Aliens do work in strange ways." Gaz pointed out.
Dib just sighed, ruffling his hand through his black hair.
"How about you go check on him." Gaz suggested, "Alright, I will." Dib replied, before he left.
Dib made his way to Zim's base.
He walked inside, Gir was asleep on the couch.
Minimoose was floating around.
It didn't look like anything out of the ordinary was happening.
Dib continued down the the hall, until he made it to Zim's bedroom.
Dib noticed that Zim was fast asleep.
Dib took his coat, and shoes off. But he kept on his black jeans.
He climbed into bed, laying beside Zim.
But then, he noticed something unusual.
Zim was… cuddling something?
Dib took a closer look.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
A newborn smeet?
The smeet looked a lot like Zim, but he had a cute tuft of Dib's black hair on the top of his head.
He completely melted.
The smeet looked so precious, just snoozing away without a care in the world.
Dib almost wanted to cuddle and hold the smeet close, but he decided against it.
I don't want to take the smeet away from him.. He decided.
He then took his shirt and binder off, before cuddling close to the two of them.
Dib took a soft doze, but he was awakened by the sound of the crying smeet.
He jolted up, carefully scooping up the crying smeet. (Fatherly instinct, at its finest.)
Dib glanced down at the smeet with an uneased frown. He didn't like seeing the poor smeet cry. Oh… maybe he's hungry? He wondered, before throwing a blanket over himself and the smeet.
He gently held the smeet, hopefully Zim has something for him to eat…
Dib looked around Zim's room, until he spotted a bag of stuff on the floor.
He looked inside, before he grabbed the bottles and formula.
He then went to the bathroom, and prepared a bottle for the smeet.
Dib went back to the bed, climbing inside of it.
He then began to feed him.
Zim had been watching the whole time.
He likes him? He's taking care of him? He thought in surprise.
Maybe he had nothing to worry about after all?
"There." Dib smiled, gently kissing the smeet's forehead.
Zim decided to sit up, cuddling up to Dib's side.
Dib turned to face him.
The two just looked at each other.
Dib then gently handed the smeet to Zim.
Zim began to cuddle the smeet close.
"Thank you." He said so softly it was almost a whisper.
Dib just softly smiled at him, "you’re welcome."
"Can we talk about him? Zim asked, Dib nodded.
"Well… he's your smeet.. our smeet.." Zim revealed, nervously looking away from Dib with flattened antennae.
Dib couldn't believe his ears, "But how? You know I don't-" He questioned, "I don't know for sure.." Zim answered.
"Alright. We'll figure that out later." Dib said, Zim nodded sweetly.
Zim gently handed the smeet back to Dib.
"Does he have a name?" Dib asked as he cuddled the smeet close, "No…" Zim frowned.
Dib glanced down at the smeet, "Hi, I'm your Dad." He smiled softly, he then gestured toward Zim. "He's your Dad too."
"He looks like a little bug." Dib said, soft and sweet. "How about we name him Bug?"
"Aw.. that's cute. I like that." Zim smiled, "Me too."
Dib wrapped his other arm around Zim, who was now laying on his chest.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you.." Zim apologized, beginning to tear up.
Dib frowned.
"Hey, it's okay-"
Zim then began to cry, smashing his face into Dib's bare chest.
Dib held him close.
"I didn't tell you because i wasn't sure how and i didn't like talking about it… I was also scared that you would be mad at me.. or even leaving me.. I had a lot of nightmares about that.." he confessed, sniffling and crying.
"Is that the real reason why you were crying the other night?" Dib asked, Zim answered with a nod.
Dib frowned, saddened. He pulled Zim even closer, allowing Zim to rest his chin on his shoulder.
"I promise I'm not mad at you." Dib assured, "I'm not leaving you either." He reassured.
Zim just happily and tearfully thanked him, showering him in kisses.
"You're welcome, Spaceboy." Dib whispered sweetly, kissing the top of his head.
Zim and Dib snuggled, cuddling Bug close.
Dib glanced at Zim.
"You're favorite person, and now I have another to add to my list." He grinned, receiving a nod from Zim in agreement.
The two just cuddled with Bug after they exchanged a kiss, ready to perhaps drift off into a deep sleep once again.