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The night was perfect, at least as far as Dib was concerned. The sky was clear, stars shining brightly against the dark canvas of space. It was the ideal evening for stargazing, and he was eagerly waiting for Zim to arrive. A lot had changed in the six years since the alien first landed on Earth. Once bitter enemies, the two had become… something resembling friends. Life had improved drastically for Dib after Zim discovered the truth about his mission being a complete fabrication. After that revelation, Zim had taken to orchestrating ridiculous, half-baked schemes to "take over the world," seemingly just to keep Dib’s attention. Their confrontations became more like a ritual than a true battle: they’d fight, wear each other out, then end up at Zim’s base to patch up their wounds. Most evenings ended with them watching TV or playing video games. That pattern continued for years, but recently, something in Dib’s feelings had shifted. What had once been mere camaraderie now felt… different. It had taken months for him to admit to himself that his growing affection was more than friendship. He had a crush on Zim, and it terrified him. Surely, there was no way the green, loudmouthed alien who had once vowed to conquer the Earth could feel the same way about him. Right?

Dib sighed and headed downstairs, deciding to grab snacks for the night. His sister, Gaz, was at the kitchen table, laser-focused on her GameSlave. She didn’t even look up when she spoke. “About time you came out of your room. Zim must be coming over.” Rolling his eyes, Dib smirked. “Yeah, he is. We’re going to go up to the roof and look at the stars. What about you? What are you doing tonight?” Still glued to her game, Gaz replied flatly, “You’re looking at it.” Dib chuckled and went to the pantry, pulling out a bag of cookies and a pack of mini brownies. As he set them on the counter, Gaz piped up again, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Getting snacks for your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Dib shot back, side-eyeing her as he stuffed the snacks into his backpack. “And feeding him snacks keeps him in a good mood. That’s all.” Before Gaz could fire off another jab, the doorbell rang. Dib’s heart did a little flip, though he’d never admit it, and he hurried to open the door. Zim stood there in his usual human disguise, hands clasped behind his back. “Hey, Zim. Come on in. How’s your day been?” Zim rolled his eyes dramatically as he stepped inside. “Horrible! GIR destroyed the entire living room because that dreadful Angry Monkey Show marathon ended. I had to command the computer to clean up the chaos!” Dib laughed as he slung his backpack over one shoulder. “Sounds like GIR’s acting up again. He’s like your toddler or something. Always wreaking havoc.” Zim scoffed, crossing his arms. “Yes, GIR does display human smeet-like tendencies, but he is NOT my smeet! He is my loyal minion!” His tone turned prideful, and Dib couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, a loyal minion who’s completely out of control,” Dib teased as they climbed the ladder to the roof. “A mini-you would be a nightmare.” Zim gasped, clutching his chest as though mortally offended. “And a mini-YOU would be even worse! Another Dib-monkey with a giant head? That would be unbearable!”

“My head is not big, space bug,” Dib retorted with a laugh. “And don’t worry, I’m not planning on reproducing.”

“Good!” Zim declared, puffing out his chest. “Zim could not stomach the idea of dealing with TWO big-headed Dib-stinks!” They both laughed as they settled on the roof, the stars twinkling above them. For a moment, Dib let himself enjoy the banter, pushing away the nervous flutter in his chest. Maybe tonight, under the stars, he’d find the courage to say something about how he really felt. Or maybe he’d just enjoy Zim’s company, as he always had. Either way, it was shaping up to be a beautiful night. Dib pulled out the snacks from his bag and spread them across the surface, their quiet crinkling filling the night air. Zim, however, seemed lost in thought. He gazed up at the stars with a faraway look, his vibrant eyes reflecting the twinkling lights above. It had been so long since he’d been to space—longer still since he’d seen Irk. But Irk wasn’t home anymore. Earth was his home now. Home was... with Dib. “...Wanna take a look, space boy? ...Zim?” Zim blinked, shaken from his thoughts. He turned to see Dib watching him, concern mixed with curiosity on his face. “Eh, what, stink-brain?” Zim asked, feigning nonchalance. “I asked if you wanted to take a look through the telescope,” Dib repeated, gesturing to the device beside him. “Oh. Right. Yes. Fine,” Zim said, shaking his head clear of the intrusive thoughts that had started creeping in more often lately. He walked over to the telescope, leaned down, and peered through the eyepiece. To Zim, the sight wasn’t anything extraordinary. After all, he’d flown through the stars, touched them, and seen entire galaxies with his own eyes. But he knew how much it meant to Dib. The human, born on this boring mudball of a planet, had a soul that clearly longed for the stars. For a brief moment, Zim thought, perhaps, Dib’s heart belonged to space. Then a traitorous thought whispered in the back of his mind: No, it belongs to you. Zim jerked upright, startled by the idea. What was wrong with him lately? Why did his thoughts keep drifting to Dib in ways they never had before? Something had to be malfunctioning in his Pak. He’d have to run a diagnostic when he returned to his base. “You know,” Zim said, crossing his arms in mock superiority, “I could do this any time I wanted, in the comfort of my lab, with a far superior telescope.”

“I know,” Dib said, his voice soft and calm as he gazed up at the sky. “But I like doing it this way—up on the roof, at night. It’s peaceful.” Zim turned to look at Dib, who was now smiling faintly at him. For some reason, that look, gentle, warm, made Zim feel... strange. His cheeks flushed, and his squeedlyspooch began to flip and twist like it was hosting a wild party. “Ugh, uh… Dib-monkey, have you done something to me recently? Perhaps placed a spooky spell on Zim?” Zim blurted out, his voice defensive but tinged with genuine confusion. Dib blinked, taken aback by the question. “A spell? No, I haven’t done anything like that. Not since... well, not since Gaz and the whole ‘everything tastes like pork’ disaster.” Zim growled softly, his frustration showing. “Then explain why, for the past few weeks, things have been... happening to me whenever I’m around you!” Dib tilted his head, his brow furrowing in curiosity. “Happening? Like what?” Zim threw his arms up, pacing in agitation. “Every time we’re together, my squeedlyspooch feels like it’s doing backflips, my face gets all hot, and it’s like you’re making me sick!” He jabbed an accusing finger at Dib, who held up his hands defensively. “Whoa, Zim, I promise I’m not making you sick!” Dib said, though a small part of him couldn’t help but feel... hopeful? Could Zim be experiencing what he’d been feeling for the past year? Zim narrowed his eyes. “Then what could it be? Speak, dirt-monkey!” Dib hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Well… there’s something it could be,” he said slowly, “but I don’t know if it’s that.” Zim’s eyes widened, suspicion flaring. “Spit it out, Dib-worm! What do you think is wrong with Zim?” Dib took a deep breath, steadying himself. “It sounds like… you might have a crush. On me.” Silence hung between them like a weight. Zim stared at Dib, his expression unreadable. Then, suddenly, he squinted one eye and barked out a laugh, loud and grating. “HA! You think the great and powerful Zim has a crush on you? Absurd! Ridiculous! Irkens do not feel romantic feelings, Dib-monkey. Therefore, it cannot be that!” Dib’s heart sank at the words, even though he tried to mask his disappointment. “Well, then… I don’t know. Maybe your computer can figure it out,” he said quietly, turning back to the telescope to avoid Zim’s gaze. Zim glanced at Dib, a flicker of guilt tugging at him. Had he been too harsh? “Yes,” Zim muttered, half to himself. “I’ll have the computer run a full scan on my Pak when I get back to the base.” He watched Dib for a moment longer, unsure why the human’s slumped shoulders made him feel so unsettled. Whatever was happening to him, it was becoming harder to ignore.

After a few hours of stargazing, Zim and Dib finally said their goodbyes. Zim began his walk home, the quiet night enveloping him as his thoughts churned. Dib’s words echoed in his head: It sounds like you might have a crush on me. “A crush?” Zim muttered to himself, scowling. “That earth worm is crazier than I thought.” But the more he tried to dismiss the idea, the more it gnawed at him. When he arrived at his base, the door slid open, and Gir instantly bounded toward him, arms flailing. “MASTA! HOW WAS YOUR DATE WITH MARY?” Zim sighed heavily, peeling off his wig and popping out his contacts. “It wasn’t a date, Gir. And stop calling him Mary. We just looked at the stars again.” Gir giggled, his eyes spinning wildly. “WHEN YOU AND MARY GONNA GET MARRIED?” Zim squinted at him, his patience wearing thin. “We’re NOT getting married, Gir! Stop this foolishness about Dib!” He brushed past Gir and headed into the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a soda. Popping the can open, he took a sip, feeling the fizzy liquid cool his throat. “Gir, I’m going down to the lab for a while. Do NOT bother me.” Gir saluted dramatically. “OKEY DOKEY!” Zim rolled his eyes and stepped to the center of the kitchen where the toilet once was (Dib had insisted on its removal, though Zim still didn’t fully understand why). He looked up at the ceiling. “COMPUTER! Take me down to the lab.” The floor beneath him opened, and the platform lowered him into the depths of his base.

Once in the lab, Zim approached his computer, his clawed fingers flying across the keyboard as he searched for answers. He pulled up human information on this so-called “crush” Dib had mentioned. The screen filled with text: Symptoms of a crush include: fluttering sensations in the stomach (“butterflies”), increased heart rate, facial flushing, and an overall sense of happiness or excitement around the person. Zim read the words over and over, his antennae twitching. “This... this can’t be happening,” he muttered, pacing back and forth. “NO! Irkens do not care about anyone or anything except world conquest and perhaps snacks!” Desperate for clarity, he shouted, “COMPUTER! Scan my Pak for any irregularities!” A cable descended from the ceiling, connecting to Zim’s Pak. He watched the screen intently as the system ran its diagnostics. As expected, the usual bugs appeared, errors he’d long since ignored. But nothing new showed up. “Nothing?” Zim exclaimed, his voice rising. “It’s NOT my Pak?! This can’t be right! I can’t be having these disgusting feelings for the Dib!” The computer sighed audibly. “Master, you’ve got plenty of issues with your Pak, but you choose to ignore them. However, this isn’t about your Pak. It seems you might be feeling this way because you’re defective.” Zim bristled, his fists clenching. “SILENCE! ZIM IS NOT DEFECTIVE!” If computer had eyes, they’d be rolling. The computer replied dryly. “You’ve already accepted your exile to Earth. Why is admitting you’re different so hard for you?” Zim froze, his anger deflating as he stared at the floor. His voice softened. “Because... if I admit it, that means they were all right about me. That I really didn’t belong. That they were justified in sending me away.” His claws dug into his palms. “I could still be useful to the Empire. I could...if they just gave me another chance.” A single tear slipped down his cheek, but he quickly wiped it away. The computer’s tone shifted, almost gentle. “Master, Dib likes you just the way you are. And from what I’ve observed, he seems to feel the same way about you as you do about him. You both have romantic feelings for each other, it’s obvious.” Zim stiffened. “So what if I do? What does that even mean? It could ruin everything! I can’t lose him, too... He’s all I have left.”

“Gee, thanks,” the computer replied sarcastically. Zim sighed. “You know what I mean.” He leaned against the console, his mind racing. “I’ll have to talk to Dib about this tomorrow. Maybe... maybe I just need to sleep on it.” He made his way down a dimly lit corridor, stopping in front of a door. Placing his hand on the touchpad, the door slid open, revealing a small, tidy room. Inside was a bed he’d prepared for Dib, after the human had grown tired of crashing on the couch during their late-night hangouts. Zim stepped inside, running his hand along the blanket. He wouldn’t admit it, but he often came in here after Dib left, inhaling the faint scent that lingered on the bedding. On rare nights, when loneliness gnawed at him, Zim would even curl up on the bed and fall asleep, waking before Dib ever noticed. Tonight, he decided, would be one of those nights. He climbed onto the bed and pressed his face into the pillow, breathing deeply. “What is wrong with Zim?” he whispered into the quiet. Maybe Dib was right. Maybe he did have feelings for him. But how would he bring it up? How could he risk everything they’d built? For now, he closed his eyes, allowing the lingering scent and the comfort of the moment to lull him to sleep. Tomorrow, he’d figure it out.

Dib opened the door to his bedroom and stepped inside, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. He was dressed in pajamas patterned with little spaceships, his hair still slightly damp from his shower. As he closed the door behind him, he let out a sigh, walking over to his bed and sitting down on the edge. Removing his glasses, he stared at them for a moment before setting them on his nightstand. "Tonight was... interesting," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his damp hair. His mind replayed the moments on the roof, the way Zim had acted, and more importantly what Zim had said. Could it really be possible? Could Zim feel the same way? He flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. "No way," he said aloud, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Zim said Irkens don’t have feelings like that. And yeah, maybe he likes sleeping in the same bed when I stay over, but there’s probably a logical explanation for that. Something alien I just don’t understand." He rolled over, burying his face in the pillow. "Ugh, I’m not even going to torture myself over this. He doesn’t like you like that, Dib. Just drop it." Despite his words, his chest tightened at the thought. Shaking his head, he slid under the covers, the warmth of the blanket cocooning him. "Get a grip," he whispered, trying to force his thoughts elsewhere. Eventually, the rhythm of his breathing slowed, and his eyelids grew heavy. Sleep took him, pulling him into the depths of his subconscious. And Dib began to dream.

As Dib sat on his bed, entwined with Zim, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. The intensity of their embrace sent shivers down his spine, and Zim's fingers began to slide beneath his shirt, slowly undoing the buttons. "Wait," Dib murmured, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "I've never done this before." Zim's smile was reassuring, his eyes gleaming with a knowing intensity. "No need to worry, Dib thing," he whispered, his breath hot against Dib's ear. "Let Zim take control. I can make you feel good." Dib's nerves still fluttered, but he nodded, his trust in Zim evident in the gentle smile that played on his lips. "Okay, Zim... I trust you." As Zim's hands continued their exploration, Dib's pants were soon discarded, and his boxers ripped away with a swift swipe of Zim's claws. "I've been waiting to do this for a long time," Zim purred, his eyes burning with desire. With a gentle, yet firm touch, Zim's hand closed around Dib's cock, stroking it up and down in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. But the dream was short-lived. Dib jolted awake, sitting up in bed. The clock on his nightstand read 3:30 am, and he was greeted by an unfamiliar, yet unmistakable, sensation. His pajama pants felt tighter than usual, and he couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge beneath the fabric. "No way," he whispered, his voice laced with shock and disbelief. "I did not just have a sexual dream about Zim?!?" He lifted the blanket, his eyes widening as he took in the evidence of his arousal. "And I got a boner?!? What. The. FUCK is wrong with me?!?“

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Dib woke to sunlight streaming through his window, the golden rays landing squarely on his face. He groaned, turning over and burying his head in the pillow for a moment before sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "I still can’t believe I dreamt that," he muttered, his voice thick with sleep.

Reaching for his glasses on the nightstand, he slid them on and blinked a few times to clear his vision. Standing up, he stretched his arms above his head, the morning stiffness loosening slightly. "You can’t control your dreams, Dib. It’s fine. Everything is fine," he mumbled to himself, as though saying it aloud would make it true.

He made his way to his closet, flipping through his limited selection of clothes. Finally, he settled on a pair of skinny jeans and a blue shirt with a bold image of Bigfoot on it. The word "BELIEVER" was printed above the cryptid in capital letters. With a nod of approval, he threw on the outfit and headed to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror, Dib grabbed his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth. As he worked, his reflection stared back at him, looking slightly worse for wear. His eyes wandered to the dark circles beneath his eyes, stark against his pale skin. Late nights with Zim are really starting to take a toll on you,he thought, rinsing out his mouth and spitting into the sink.

He reached for his brush and ran it through his disheveled hair, taming the stubborn bedhead until it was somewhat presentable. Finishing with a few quick strokes, he set the brush down and stared at himself in the mirror.

With a small smirk, he pointed finger guns at his reflection. "Lookin’ good," he said, though his smirk quickly faltered into a frown. "Well… as good as it’s going to get, I suppose."

Letting out a resigned sigh, he turned off the bathroom light and made his way downstairs to start his day.

Once downstairs Dib breathed in deeply, the smell of coffee and cereal faintly hanging in the air. He spotted Gaz sitting at the table, her eyes glued to her handheld gaming device as she absentmindedly ate her cereal.

"Morning, Gaz," Dib greeted, walking over to the counter and grabbing a loaf of bread. He pulled out two slices and slid them into the toaster.

"Morning, Dib," she replied, not looking up from her game. After a beat, she added, "I'm getting a ride with a friend today, so it'll just be you and Zim walking to school."

The toaster popped, and Dib grabbed the warm toast, setting it on a plate. "Cool. I was actually hoping to talk to Zim about something important today," he said, opening the fridge to retrieve the butter.

Gaz finally glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? Let me guess you're finally going to confess your feelings for him?"

Dib froze for a moment, knife in hand, as he spread the butter over his toast. "What are you talking about?" he asked, though his voice lacked conviction.

Gaz smirked as she stood up, taking her empty bowl to the sink. "Don’t play dumb, Dib. You’re head over heels for Zim. It’s painfully obvious. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. And the blushing? Please, it’s like a rom-com in this house every time he comes over."

Dib sighed, taking a bite of his toast before answering. "Okay, fine. You're right. I do have feelings for him. And... if what he said last night is true, then maybe just maybe he feels the same way about me."

Gaz leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. "What did he say?"

Dib swallowed his bite of toast and placed the plate down. "He said I make him feel things, like the equivalent of butterflies in his stomach. He even mentioned blushing. But for all I know, I could just be making him sick," he said with a hint of self-deprecation.

Gaz’s phone buzzed with a text message, and she glanced at the screen. "My ride’s here," she said, grabbing her backpack. As she headed toward the door, she added, "For what it’s worth, I think you should just tell him. I’m sick of the awkward tension whenever you two are in the same room."

Dib's nerves spiked, and he called after her, "Wait! What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if it ruins everything?"

Gaz paused at the door, her hand on the knob, and turned back to him. "I don’t think you have to worry about that, Dib. When have I ever been wrong?"

Dib raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "You were wrong about the Florpus Hole. Zim practically pulled that off before Dad and I stepped in. And somehow, after all that, Dad still doesn’t believe in aliens."

Gaz shrugged dismissively. "That doesn’t count. And Dad’s denial about aliens is a whole other conversation. I gotta go. See you at lunch."

With that, she stepped outside and closed the door behind her.

Dib stood there for a moment, nibbling on the last of his toast. Anxiety warred with hope in his chest. Maybe Gaz was right. Maybe this would all turn out okay.

Pulling out his phone, he opened his messages and began typing.

Dib Hey, space boy, it’s just going to be you and me this morning. I’m heading your way.

Zim K.

Dib slipped his phone back into his pocket, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and stepped out of the house. The morning air was crisp, and the sun cast a golden glow over the neighborhood as he started his walk to Zim’s place.

Meanwhile, Zim sat on his couch, staring at his phone screen. Just me and Dib, he thought, his antennae twitching under his disguise. That was good. He found the Gaz sister unnervingly intense, even for a human, and her absence made this the perfect opportunity to talk to Dib about the strange feelings that had been plaguing him.

From the kitchen, the clatter of dishes and Gir’s off-key singing caught his attention. Zim stood and made his way over to check on his malfunctioning minion.

“What are you doing in here?” Zim asked suspiciously, eyeing Gir, who was covered in batter.

“I’M MAKIN’ WAFFLES!” Gir exclaimed, batter dripping from his mouth as he grinned maniacally. “Want some??”

Zim’s eyes narrowed. “Did you put soap in them this time?”

“YES!” Gir giggled proudly.

Zim gagged and waved him off. “No thanks, Gir.” He turned on his heel and walked back into the living room, muttering about the endless chaos his minion brought into his life.

He stopped at the window and peered out onto the street, his alien eyes scanning the horizon. After a few minutes, he spotted Dib walking along the sidewalk, his hands shoved into his pockets, his familiar messy hair catching the sunlight.

Zim’s equivalent of a heart began pounding in his chest, and his hands started to sweat. He clenched them into fists, willing the sensations to stop. It was happening again the unwelcome feelings that had made him question everything about himself. Today, he would bring it up to Dib. Maybe he could find some relief.

Dib walked up to Zim’s front yard, passing by the garden gnomes. Thankfully, they no longer shot lasers at him, a small but appreciated improvement. He reached the front door and knocked.

Inside, Zim hastily threw on his disguise and opened the door, trying to act nonchalant.

“Hey, space boy,” Dib said with a grin. “Ready for school?”

Zim shrugged, his antennae twitching under his wig. “Not particularly, but if I’m stuck on this miserable planet for the rest of my existence, I might as well get a diploma.”

Dib chuckled. "Well, we only have a few months left of school, and then you’ll be free to do whatever you want."

Zim walked ahead of him, his pace quickening as he started down the road, with Dib keeping stride beside him. Over the years, Zim had grown, now standing just a bit shorter than Dib, his head coming up to Dib’s shoulders.

“I haven’t really thought much about what I want to do after high school,” Zim admitted, glancing sideways at Dib. “Are you planning on going to that ‘adult learning institution’?”

Dib raised an eyebrow as he picked up his pace to match Zim’s longer stride. "You mean college? Nah, not really. Actually, Dad said I could start working at Membrane Labs once I’m done with school. Honestly, I’d rather start working, earn some money, and maybe move out.”

Dib suddenly stopped in his tracks, and Zim, not noticing at first, continued walking a few steps before pausing and turning back to look at him with a confused expression. "Why did you stop, monkey boy?"

Dib flashed a quick smile and shrugged, starting to walk again. "You know, I could ask Dad if there’s a position for you at Membrane Labs, too. It would give you something productive to do, and you could make your own money. Maybe even stop hacking into people’s accounts and stealing from them... or whatever it is you do." He raised an eyebrow knowingly. "I know you don’t have a bottomless pit of money."

Zim smirked, his eyes narrowing. "You’ll never uncover my secrets, Dib." He paused, then added with a hint of amusement, "But... it would be interesting to work together. Maybe."

Dib felt the warmth rise to his cheeks as Zim’s words hit him. He wants to work with me? The idea took him by surprise. “I think that would be pretty fun,” Dib said, trying to mask the nervousness creeping in. “At least I'd know someone there besides my dad, and I doubt I'd ever see him anyway.”

They continued walking in silence for a few moments, the familiar sound of their footsteps echoing between them. Then, Zim broke the quiet. "So, I did some research on what could be making me feel the way I’ve been feeling."

Dib tensed, suddenly nervous. "O...oh yeah? What did you find out?"

Zim, hands still clasped behind his back, glanced ahead at the school coming into view in the distance. "Turns out, I apparently have a crush on you." Zim's voice was surprisingly dramatic as he pointed at Dib. "Feel honored, dirt monkey, because Irkens aren't supposed to feel anything like this. But, I guess all this time on Earth has rubbed off on me."

Dib stood frozen for a moment, trying to process what he had just heard. He opened his mouth but couldn’t find the right words.

"Wait, so you do have feelings for me?" he asked, unsure if he had understood correctly.

"Yes, apparently I do." Zim’s voice was casual now, but his posture was tense. "Now, what do we do about this?"

Dib chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to gather his thoughts. "Well... actually, I feel the same way." He smiled sheepishly, glancing over at Zim. "I was going to bring it up today, but I guess you beat me to it."

Zim stopped walking and looked over at him, narrowing his eyes. "So, you feel the same way about Zim?"

Dib stopped too, turning to face Zim fully. "Yeah, uh... I've kind of felt this way for the past year, but I didn’t know how to bring it up to you."

Zim stared at him, the expression on his face unreadable. "Uh, you okay, space boy?"

It took a moment, but then it seemed to click for Zim. His eyes widened, and an incredulous growl escaped his throat. "You're telling me... you've felt this way about Zim for a year?!?"

Dib flinched slightly at the outburst, his hands raised defensively. "Calm down, yeah, I have. I mean, I was nervous, Zim. How was I supposed to know you felt the same way? You said it yourself Irkens don’t love."

Zim turned away, huffing in frustration. "You know I’m... different from other Irkens. Apparently, this is a product of that."

They both started walking up the steps to the school, the tension lingering between them, but somehow, it felt different now. There was a quiet understanding between them that hadn’t been there before.

Dib turned to Zim, a teasing smile on his face. “You know, being different isn’t a bad thing. I obviously like you the way you are, even if you can be an egotistical maniac sometimes.” Dib chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“Hey!” Zim shot back, his voice half offended but playful.

Dib smiled wider. “It makes you, you, and I like that.”

Zim could feel the heat creeping to his cheeks at Dib’s words. “Well, that’s good, I suppose... but what does this mean for us? Will things change?”

By now, they had reached Dib’s locker. Dib opened it and began pulling out some books, his mind still on their conversation. “Not if you don’t want it to,” Dib said, pausing to lock eyes with Zim. “But there are definitely perks to being in a relationship. I mean, I can finally call you my boyfriend instead of just a friend, and we can do things like holding hands, kissing, and if and when you're ready, we can take it further.”

Dib suddenly felt his face flush at the thought of taking things further with Zim. Would they even be compatible? He hadn’t exactly asked Zim about, well, that part of things. The idea had never really crossed his mind until now.

Zim rubbed his chin thoughtfully, trying to process everything. “So, nothing really changes, but there are... things we can do now that we couldn’t before as just friends?” Zim shrugged his shoulders, looking somewhat satisfied with his analysis. “Seems simple enough.”

Then, with a dramatic flair, Zim struck a pose. “Okay! From now on, you will be the boyfriend of Zim! Feel honored!”

Dib couldn’t help but laugh at Zim’s antics. “Oh, I definitely feel honored, space boy. So, how about we hold hands while we walk to class?”

Dib extended his hand toward Zim, who hesitated for a moment before taking it. “I think I’d like that,” Zim said with a smile, and Dib returned it.

“Cool, let’s get to history class before the bell rings,” Dib said as they started walking down the hallway hand in hand.

It didn’t take long for Dib to notice the curious looks they were drawing. Students turned to each other, whispering and giggling as they passed by. A sinking feeling twisted in Dib’s stomach. He had never been one to care much about what others thought, but now, as he walked down the hall holding hands with Zim, it felt... different. He was already the outcast, the crazy guy everyone thought was obsessed with aliens. Now, he was walking with the very person he used to accuse of being one. What was he thinking?

They reached the classroom, and Dib quickly let go of Zim’s hand as they entered. Zim turned to him with a concerned look. “Something wrong?”

Dib shrugged, feeling the weight of the stares still lingering. “Maybe we should save the extra stuff for when we’re alone... You know how teenagers are around here.”

Zim raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Fine, but I don’t get why you care what anyone else thinks. They’re all idiots anyway.”

Dib gave a small smile, grateful for Zim’s blunt honesty. They took their seats next to each other just as the teacher began lecturing about World War II. Dib took out a notebook and started jotting down notes, while Zim, as usual, seemed less than interested in the subject. He pulled out his phone and began typing a question that had been bouncing around in his head since their conversation earlier.

Zim’s phone buzzed, and Dib subtly pulled his out from his pocket, making sure the teacher didn’t see it.

Zim:

"Besides the kissing and hand-holding, what other stuff do we get to do now that we're dating?"

Dib felt his face heat up once again at the question, quickly typing a response.

Dib:

"There's more physical stuff we can do. It might gross you out though. You might not want to do it“

Zim:

“Just tell me monkey brain. Zim can handle anything.“

Dib rubbed his eyes and whispered an “okay” to himself.

Dib

“you know what sex is right?“

Zim

“Mating? Yes Zim knows what that is. It's so humans can reproduce. Irkens can't reproduce silly Dib. We are sterile.“

Dib

“Sex isn't just for reproduction. It feels good so people do it. Have you ever done something like that with another Irken?“

Zim

“Of course not. Irkens don't have time for silly things like Mating. That's why we have cloning. Have you ever mated with another human?“

Dib

“Nope.“

“Mr. Membrane!” Mrs. Blake’s voice cut through the classroom, sharp and stern. “I’m sorry if this lesson isn’t as entertaining as whatever’s on your phone, but if you don’t want to share your texts with the rest of the class, I suggest you turn it off and pay attention.”

Dib’s face immediately drained of color, his heart racing as he heard the snickers of his classmates around him. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Blake. It won’t happen again.” He quickly shoved his phone back into his pocket, offering a shaky, embarrassed smile.

“Good,” Mrs. Blake replied, before continuing with the lesson.

The rest of the school day passed in a blur, and soon enough, it was lunchtime. Dib and Zim made their way to the cafeteria, spotting Gaz sitting at their usual table. She was hunched over, absorbed in her Game Slave.

“Hey, Gaz,” Dib said, smiling as he approached, “so we’ve got some news.”

Without even looking up from her game, Gaz grunted, “What’s up?”

Before Dib could even get a word in, Zim blurted out, “Dib and I are what you humans call boyfriends now!”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Dib added, his voice lighter, still trying to wrap his mind around it all.

Gaz paused her game and looked up at them, raising an eyebrow. “I knew this would happen, and honestly, it’s about time.”

Dib grinned, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, you were right. The feelings were mutual, just like you said.”

“We’re gonna take things slow,” Zim added, his tone almost casual. “See how it goes.”

Gaz returned to her game without skipping a beat. “Just save the mushy stuff for when you're alone, and we’ll be fine.”

Dib nodded, a bit relieved, and reached into his bag to pull out two sandwiches. He handed one to Gaz, who took it without hesitation, unwrapped it, and began eating. “Here, I made these last night before bed,” he said.

Gaz gave him a half-smile. “Thanks. The food here is disgusting, and I’m not risking it with the mystery meat surprise.”

“You’d think with all the kids getting sick from the food, they’d do something about it,” Dib commented, biting into his sandwich.

Zim, who had been silently munching on a candy bar, looked up with a curious expression. “So, the kissing thing that those other teenagers do it behind the bleachers, yes? When do we get to try that?”

Dib nearly choked on his sandwich, coughing and waving a hand in the air. “Zim, we can’t just start kissing in public like that! Maybe we could hang out at your place after school, watch a movie or something, and see what happens.”

He took the wrappers from the sandwiches and stood up to throw them away, still processing the conversation.

As Dib walked to the trash can, Gaz leaned in with a mischievous smirk. “Psst, if you want to get him in the mood, maybe put on a love movie later.”

“A love movie, huh?” Zim raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. “And this will make him want to kiss Zim?”

Gaz chuckled, her voice low but teasing. “It might. He’s a sensitive soul like that. Try a movie called The Time Traveler’s Wife but don’t tell him I told you.”

Dib sat back down at the table, wondering why Gaz had that devious glint in her eye. “What are you guys talking about?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

Zim jumped up from his seat, a little too quickly. “Nothing!”

The bell rang suddenly, signaling the end of lunch, and Zim quickly bolted toward the door. “Saved by the bell,” he muttered, as if the interruption had been a welcome relief. “Come on, Dib, let’s walk to our next class together.”

Dib nodded, standing and following Zim out of the cafeteria, his sister trailing behind them. The sound of the bell fading into the background.

A few more hours passed, and finally, school was over. Dib, Gaz, and Zim made their way out of the building, the rush of students filling the air.

“So, I guess I’ll see you later tonight?” Gaz asked, her voice nonchalant as she walked ahead of them.

“Yeah, don’t wait up,” Dib called back, giving a small grin. He reached out and took Zim’s hand, their fingers intertwining. The simple touch sent a sudden flutter in Zim’s stomach, a strange sensation he wasn’t entirely sure how to handle.

“Ready to head to your place, space boy?” Dib asked, glancing at Zim with a teasing smile.

“Yes, and you can show Zim why humans are so obsessed with this... kissing thing,” Zim replied, his voice filled with both curiosity and a hint of mischief.

Dib chuckled softly, squeezing Zim’s hand as they continued walking. “Okay, but don’t get grossed out.”

Zim scoffed, his pride flaring up. “Zim makes no promises.”

Dib grinned, and they made their way to Zims base.

Chapter Text

The two boys made their way to the greenhouse, the air cool and calm as they approached Zim’s base. Zim unlocked the door, and they stepped inside, the familiar scent of the place filling the air. Dib tossed his backpack onto a chair and walked over to the couch, settling down. “So, what kind of movie do you want to watch?” he asked, glancing up at Zim, who was already at the remote.

Zim fiddled with the remote, his fingers hovering over the buttons before he started typing in a movie title. “The Time Traveler’s Wife?” Zim said, a slight hesitation in his voice as he looked up at Dib for approval. “Kind of a chick flick, but okay,” Dib replied with a small chuckle. “Chick flick? What does that mean?” Zim asked, his confusion evident.

Dib smiled softly. “It’s a romantic movie. Not really my type, but it’s fine.” He glanced over at Zim. “What made you pick this one?”

Zim shifted a bit, a slight shrug in his shoulders. “Uh, some of the kids at school were talking about it, and couples watch movies like this, right? And, well, we are a couple now, yes?”

Dib chuckled, the realization sinking in. “Yeah, we are.” He then added, “Do you have any popcorn?”

Zim’s eyes brightened at the mention of the snack. “Ah, yes, the tiny kernels that explode with heat and pressure. Gir has some. Go ahead and start the movie. I’ll get it.”

Zim handed Dib the remote and made his way to the kitchen. Dib pressed play, and the movie began to unfold on the screen. As Zim worked on making the popcorn, Dib settled into the couch, his mind slowly shifting between the screen and his own thoughts. Zim returned moments later, carrying a bowl of popcorn. He handed it to Dib, sitting beside him as they both dug in.

The movie played on, but Zim couldn’t help but notice how strange and illogical the whole concept of time travel seemed. The main character could jump through time, but had no control over it? And the idea of waiting around for someone like that seemed utterly ridiculous to him. He frowned, a little confused. “Humans can’t time travel, can they?” Zim asked, breaking the silence. Dib’s attention snapped away from the movie as he processed the question.

“Huh? Oh, no. Nothing like that. We haven’t even come close to something like that.” Dib paused, the thought lingering. “Have Irkens or any other aliens been able to time travel?”

Zim shook his head. “Irkens? No. We haven’t even come close. I don’t think anyone has. If they did, I’d certainly know about it.” He looked back at the movie, but his mind stayed with the question.

They sat back in silence until Dib moved closer to Zim and put his arm around him. “What are you doing?“ Zim asked his voice tinged with curiosity. “Cuddling. It's something couples do.“ Dib replied with a light chuckle. Zim looked at him and decided to put his head on his chest. His mind racing with confusion and unfamiliarity, but then he let himself relax. Dibs warmth sent a strange flutter through his stomach. He was getting the butterflies again, but this time he actually enjoyed it. A few minutes passed, and Dib noticed a sound coming from Zim. "Hey, are you purring?“ Dib asked with a giggle. Zim's cheeks burned from the embarrassment. He didn't think Dib could hear him. "Uh, it's something we Irkens do when we're really comfortable, so... be grateful you're actually hearing this.“ Zim said with a hint of embarrassment. Dib smiled, “It's good to know you're letting your guard down and you can fully relax around me. I think it's cute, by the way.“ Zim smiled at that.

A couple of hours passed, and the movie was finally over, thankfully for Zim. He learned he didn't like “chick flicks” too lovey-dovey. No action, no blood, and the only death was at the end, and it wasn't even funny. Zim turned to Dib, expecting to hear his thoughts on the movie, but when he looked at him, he noticed the faint shine of tears in Dib’s eyes. This wasn’t what he expected. Gaz had told him that watching a movie like this would create a perfect mood, one that would encourage them to try things like kissing. But all it had done was make Dib cry. Zim’s brows furrowed in confusion as he asked, "Dib, why are your eyes leaking? Did you think the movie was that bad?"

Dib chuckled softly, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "No, it wasn’t the movie, really. It was just... a sad ending."

Zim didn’t want to dwell on the movie anymore. His mind had shifted to other things, like why Dib was even here in the first place. Gaz had suggested this moment might be the right time, and though the movie had been... an unexpected catalyst, Zim didn’t want to wait any longer. He sat up a little straighter, his voice more serious now. "Anyway... can we try kissing now?"

Dib smiled, amused by Zim's directness. "Heh, yeah, we can. Do you want me to lead?"

"Well, I obviously don't know what to do exactly, so yes.“ Dib nodded his head. “Okay, but if you don't like it, don't scratch my eyes out; just stop and tell me if this gets uncomfortable for you at all. Zim agreed, and Dib got closer to Zim and closed his eyes, connecting their lips together. Zim sat there with wide eyes, looking around until he closed his eyes, not moving. So far, so good, Dib thought. No yelling, and Zim hadn't attacked him yet, so maybe he could go further. Dib moved his tongue, hitting Zim's lips. Zim seemed to get the message, opening his mouth to let Dib in.

The kiss deepened; Dib was more confident now and danced around Zim's tongue. Zim felt tingles in his mouth. Probably from the saliva since humans were mostly made up of water, but he enjoyed it. He felt a warm shock go down his spine and followed the movements that Dib was doing. Soon Zim pushed Dib on his back and straddled him sitting on his crotch, and they connected lips again. The world around them vanished, leaving just the two of them wrapped in a bubble of intimacy.

As the moments ticked by, Dib's growing arousal became increasingly difficult to ignore. He hoped Zim wouldn't notice, but it was too late. Zim's hand had already landed on the bulge in Dib's pants, and his eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Why is your body changing?" Zim asked, his fingers poking gently at the fabric. Dib's face flushed with embarrassment, and he tried to downplay the situation. "Uh, it's just, you know, biological stuff. It happens when humans are...stimulated." Zim's expression remained puzzled, but his gaze lingered on the spot where his hand still rested. "Yes, I think I understand. So, this...part of your body" he delicately touched the fabric again, "gets bigger when you're excited or something?" Dib's mortification deepened, and he squirmed under Zim's scrutiny. "Yeah, it's just a natural response, okay?" Zim nodded thoughtfully, his eyes never leaving Dib's face. "So, you want to...mate with Zim?" Dib's heart sank, but he tried to salvage the situation. "I mean, yeah, I guess. But it's not something we should do on our first day, ya know?" Zim's response surprised him, a sly, knowing smile spread across his face. "I think we can put it off for now. But if it's anything like kissing, I think I'd enjoy it." Dib's eyes lit up at the prospect, and he leaned in, eager to confirm Zim's interest. "So, you enjoyed it?" Zim's smirk returned, and he crossed his arms, his eyes locked on Dib's face. "It was...disgusting, but I think I'd like to do it again. And I rather like you on your back, looking up at me."

With a swift motion, Dib pushed Zim onto his back, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. "Whose looking up now, space boy?" Zim barely had time to utter a protest before Dib leaned down, crashing their lips together in a passionate, hungry kiss. Any trace of defiance or irritation vanished from Zim's expression as Dib's tongue slipped into his mouth. Zim moaned into the kiss, his clawed hands reaching up to tangle in Dib's hair, pulling him closer and adding more intensity to their embrace.

Dib's hand slid down, squeezing Zim's thigh, and the alien let out an even louder moan. The friction was becoming almost too much for Dib to handle, his arousal building to a fever pitch. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss, both of them panting heavily. "We should slow down," Dib murmured, gesturing towards the pronounced bulge in his pants. "It's starting to hurt down there."

Zim blinked up at him, his ruby eyes slightly glazed. "I see," he responded, his voice low and slightly hoarse. "Well, what would you like to do now?"

Dib sat back, allowing Zim to sit up as well. "Why don't we just watch some TV and hang out for a bit?" he suggested, glancing at the clock. "I should probably head home soon, though."

Zim nodded in agreement, moving closer to Dib and resting his head against the human's chest as Dib began flipping through the channels, searching for something suitable to watch.

The night air was crisp, the kind of cold that nipped at the skin as Dib walked home down the familiar sidewalk. He shoved his hands into his pockets, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Today had been incredible perfect, even. Zim felt the same way he did; they kissed, and Zim actually liked it. This was the beginning of something new, a new chapter in their lives, and Dib couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement about where it would all lead.

As he approached his front door, he fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked it. He stepped inside, the warmth of the house greeting him. Gaz was sprawled on the couch, absorbed in what looked like a horror movie.

“Hey, Gaz. What are you watching?” Dib called out, dropping his bag by the door.

She paused the movie and glanced up at him. “The Grudge. There's leftover pizza in the kitchen if you want to finish watching it with me.”

Dib nodded, already heading for the kitchen. He pulled the pizza box from the fridge and set it on the counter, grabbing a plate. He heated up two slices in the microwave while talking to his sister over his shoulder. “Zim and I watched a movie earlier. The Time Traveler’s Wife. Apparently, he picked it because couples watch romantic movies. Not really my thing, but it wasn’t bad.”

Gaz’s eyebrows raised slightly, her attention piqued. “Oh? And how did he react? And did you cry at the end like a little baby?”

Dib rolled his eyes, setting the plate down and walking back into the living room. “I don’t think he liked it very much. And yeah, I might’ve teared up a little... maybe.”

Gaz chuckled under her breath, pausing the movie as she turned to him. “So, he didn’t say anything about you crying?”

“Nope,” Dib said, taking a seat next to her, plate in hand. “He didn’t seem to care. He was more interested in kissing for the first time.”

Gaz unpaused the movie, but her attention stayed on him. She took a bite of her pizza, her curiosity getting the best of her. “I don’t want the details, but how did he react to kissing you?”

Dib took a bite of his pizza, chewing before responding with his mouth full. “Surprisingly, he liked it.”

Gaz sucked her teeth. “And here I thought you crying would piss him off.”

Dib shot her a raised eyebrow. “What? Were you hoping my night wouldn’t go well?”

Gaz smirked, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Not exactly. But I might have told him to play that movie, hoping your sensitive ass would sob like a baby.”

Dib’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “You planned that? Why? You’re my sister! You should want my love life to go smoothly.”

Gaz’s smirk only grew. “Okay, okay, I’m not totally bummed that your night went well... but smooth sailing, Dib? Nah, you need some drama mixed in there.”

Dib rolled his eyes. “Whatever. The night went great. And if nothing crazy happens in this new relationship, I’ll be even happier. All I want is a normal life.”

Gaz glanced at him over the top of her pizza, giving him a side glance. “You’re literally dating an alien, Dib. One that’s tried to kill you on numerous occasions. I don’t think you’re gonna get ‘normal’.”

Dib paused, reflecting on what she’d said. For a moment, his expression softened. “I guess you’re right. We’re not exactly normal, but... I’m fine with that.”

Gaz didn’t look at him as she took another bite of her pizza, signaling she was done with the conversation. “I guess that’s all that matters.”

As the credits rolled on their late-night movie, Dib and Gaz parted ways, each returning to their respective rooms to change into more comfortable attire. Dib shed his clothes, slipping into a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants. He lay back on his bed, gazing up at the twinkling, plastic stars and planets that adorned his ceiling. A soft smile spread across his face as he reflected on the surreal events of the day.

He couldn't believe that he, Dib, was actually thinking about Zim in a romantic sense. The alien's moans and reactions during their kiss still lingered in his mind, fueling his curiosity and excitement. Dib's thoughts drifted to the possibility of their future together, and his heart swelled with anticipation. He removed his glasses, placing them on his bedside table, and let out a contented sigh.

As he lay there, Dib's mind began to wander, and he found himself imagining the sounds Zim might make during intimate moments. His thoughts turned to the sensation of Zim's tongue in his mouth, and how his body would react to the alien's touch. The idea sent a thrill through Dib, and he felt his boxers tighten in response. He let out a frustrated groan, "Seriously, now? Come on!"

Dib's fingers made quick work of his boxers, and he began to stroke himself, his mind still consumed by thoughts of Zim. He pictured the alien's reactions, his moans, and the way his body had responded to their kiss. The images fueled Dib's arousal, and his movements grew more urgent. "Z...Zim..." he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing.

As he approached his climax, Dib's forehead beaded with sweat, and his movements became almost frenzied. Finally, he reached his release. “Oh Zim..“ He sighed when he was finished. “Ugh. Gross.“ He reached over to his bedside table and opened his drawer, taking out some tissue and cleaning up the mess he just made. He could never tell Zim he jacked off to him. It would probably raise his ego even more, and his ego was already massive. He pulled his boxers and sweatpants back up and pulled the covers over himself. Dib fell asleep pretty quickly that night with a smile on his face.

Chapter Text

Three Months Later

"Zim... uh, just Zim." His name was called out, and Zim confidently walked up to the teacher, a smug smirk on his face as he was handed his diploma. After six long years on this dreadful planet, he was finally done with all the required learning. No more school. No more endless days of pointless lessons. He hadn’t participated in the traditional throwing of caps. It seemed utterly pointless to him. It shouldn’t take smeets twelve years to learn what humans call “education.” It was just a glaring reminder of how incredibly stupid humans could be. Well, all except Dib. Dib was, without a doubt, the smartest human he knew.

Zim made his way through the crowd, scanning the sea of faces, searching for Dib and Gaz. His eyes locked with Dib's, and, before he could blink, Dib was already running toward him, sweeping him up in a tight hug.

"Put me down, meatbag!" Zim groaned, pushing against Dib's chest. "Ugh, you know I hate it when you do that."

Dib laughed and gently set him back on the ground, dusting himself off. "Sorry, Zim, I’m just so excited. I’m finally done with school! My life can finally begin."

Zim couldn't help but smile at Dib’s enthusiasm. This was a big deal for him, and, from what Zim had gathered about relationships, being there for your partner in moments like these was important. So, Zim gave him a smile in return and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

The last three months of dating had been a pleasant surprise for Zim. They hung out more often, and, of course they kissed whenever the opportunity arose. Zim thoroughly enjoyed those moments, and judging by Dib's reactions, he was pretty sure Dib enjoyed it just as much. The strange fluttering feeling in his chest didn’t terrify him anymore in fact, he welcomed it. Being with Dib made him feel less alone, and for the first time in his life, he felt like he was part of something real.

“Come on, space boy, let’s go find Dad and Gaz,” Dib said, taking Zim’s hand. They made their way through the crowd until they spotted Dib’s family.

“Hey, Dad. I’m so happy you could make it,” Dib greeted, smiling brightly.

Professor Membrane enveloped him in a hug. “Hello, son. I wouldn’t miss this for anything. I’m so proud of you. And, of course, I’m proud of you too, Zim.” He gave Zim a nod, and Zim returned the gesture. “Thank you, sir,” Zim replied politely.

Dib’s dad raised an eyebrow. "Say, Zim, where are your parents? Since you're dating my son, I’d like to finally meet them."

Both Dib and Zim froze for a moment. "Uh... well, they actually moved... back to our home country... Ireland, for work," Zim stammered, quickly making up a lie. "They're scientists as well, and they left me the house."

Professor Membrane seemed taken aback but didn’t question it further. "Ah, I see. Science sleeps for no one, haha."

Luckily, Gaz decided to change the subject. “Here, dweeb, this is for you.” She pulled a gift card from her pocket and handed it to Dib. “A hundred dollars.”

“Thanks, Gaz,” Dib said, glancing at the card. For a brief second, he considered hugging his sister, but then he thought better of it. He valued his face too much.

“Don’t say I never gave you anything,” Gaz added with a smirk.

“Well, I’ll take what I can get,” Dib chuckled. “She’s not playing her gameslave, so that’s something. So, Dad, are we still going out to eat?” Dib asked,

“Of course, son. I’ve taken some time off, but I need to get back to the lab by eight. But before dinner, I’ve got a surprise for you. It’s in the parking lot.”

Dib’s excitement skyrocketed. “A surprise? Really?”

“Yeah, let’s go check it out,” Professor Membrane said, guiding them to the parking lot.

When they reached the lot, Dib’s eyes widened at the sight of a sleek, black Range Rover parked in one of the spots. “Oh my God, Dad, this is incredible!” Dib gasped, practically bouncing with joy.

The professor grinned. “Just a little something for getting straight A’s throughout your entire school career.”

Dib was over the moon. Zim couldn’t help but share in his joy. "Now, why don’t you and Zim meet us at the Golden Spoon in an hour? I’ve already made a reservation."

“The Golden Spoon? That’s pretty fancy,” Dib said, clearly impressed. "Okay, guys, we’ll see you there."

After waving goodbye to his family, Dib turned to Zim. “Ready to go?”

Zim grinned, squeezing his hand. “Yes. Let’s get out of here. I’m ready to put all of this behind me.”

They climbed into the new car, and Dib started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot and into the busy street.

“Hey,” Dib said after a moment, eyes focused on the road. “I plan on talking to Dad about when I can start working at the lab, and I was thinking about asking him if you could work there too.”

Zim perked up at the mention of work. Now that school was behind him, it only made sense to start a job. "You'd think he would hire me? After all, we've only been dating for three months. That's not a long time by either human or Irken standards."

Dib smiled confidently. “Nah, I think he’ll see your potential. Besides, Dad’s been dead set on me working at the lab for years. If having you work there gets me the chance to finally do it, then he’s gotta say yes.”

Zim felt a surge of hope at Dib’s words. “Alright. Well, if he’s cool with it, we can start as soon as possible.”

Dib grinned. “Actually, I’m thinking of taking a month off. You know, spend some time with you—maybe go hunting for cryptids or whatever. Stuff like that.”

Zim nodded. “Of course you’d want to spend more time with Zim. I am amazing after all.”

Dib laughed. “You are pretty amazing, space boy. Just don’t let it go to your head.”

Zim smiled proudly, interlocking their fingers as they continued their ride. With Dib by his side, he couldn’t help but feel that maybe just maybe his time on this miserable planet wasn’t so bad after all.

They finally made it to Zim’s base. Zim swung the door open and called out for Gir, his voice echoing through the empty halls. “Gir! Are you around, or have you gotten yourself into something else again?” When no response came, Zim sighed, relieved. “I guess he's away. Hopefully, he's not causing too much chaos.”

They both took off their robes and draped them over the couch. “Make yourself comfortable, Dib,” Zim said. “I’m going to go change.” Dib nodded and plopped down on the couch. As he settled in, he pulled out his phone and noticed he had an email from the Swollen Eyeballs, the cryptid-hunting group he occasionally worked with. He hadn’t heard from them in a while, so he opened the email, skimming through it. It mentioned something unusual near the Teepok Trails, just north of where they were. Several campers had gone missing, and the bodies hadn't been found. The Swollen Eyeballs suspected it could be something supernatural. His heart skipped a beat at the mention of it.

This could be the perfect opportunity for a late-night adventure. Dib’s mind raced as he realized that with his dad gone after dinner, he and Zim could pack up and head out on a camping trip. They’d gone camping a few times since they’d stopped trying to kill each other, and while Zim seemed to enjoy it, Dib wondered if part of it was just because he liked spending time with him. He’d need to bring it up to Zim once he was done changing.

A few minutes later, Zim came back, now dressed in a sharp black button-up shirt, skinny jeans, and his usual boots. Dib looked him up and down and grinned. "Wow, you look nice."

Zim smirked in that characteristic way he always did. "Zim always looks nice, silly Dib. This place is supposed to be really nice, right?" he asked, adjusting his shirt with a flourish.

Dib chuckled. "Yeah, it’s one of the better restaurants around here, for sure." He glanced down at his phone again, then back up at Zim. “Hey, Zim, how do you feel about going on a camping trip tonight?” he asked, excitement creeping into his voice. “I just got an email from the Swollen Eyeballs. They want me to check out something near the Teepok Trails. Apparently, hikers have been going missing, and they suspect something paranormal.”

Zim’s expression darkened at the mention of missing humans. That didn’t sound good. But he knew Dib too well—if he didn’t go with him, Dib would end up going alone, and that could be dangerous. “Okay, human,” Zim said, his tone serious. “But if we’re going, you need to listen to Zim. If I say run, you run. If I say hide, you hide. Got it?”

Dib nodded firmly. “Got it.”

Zim’s expression softened. “Good. Now, are we going by your place for you to change, or are you wearing that?” he asked, eyeing Dib’s casual attire.

Dib glanced down at himself, then back up at Zim. “I’ll just go like this. It’s already semi-formal.”

Zim nodded approvingly. “Okay, then. Let’s get going.”

A short while later, they arrived at the Golden Spoon, a bit later than planned. They walked inside and were immediately escorted to their table by the host. Dib’s dad and Gaz were already seated, perusing their menus.

“Hello, son,” Professor Membrane greeted them warmly. “Zim, right on time.”

Gaz grumbled, her voice laced with irritation. “We’ve been waiting for five minutes.” She put her menu down and immediately pulled out her Gameslave, not bothering to look at anyone else. The rest of them continued scanning their menus until the waiter came over to take their orders.

Dib cleared his throat, then turned to his father. “So, Dad, I’ve been thinking about when I want to start working at the lab. I was thinking of giving myself a month off to just enjoy life before I dive into my permanent job. If that’s okay with you?”

Professor Membrane smiled. “Of course, son. I want you to enjoy yourself before you start working full-time. A month sounds perfect.”

Dib beamed at his father. “Thanks, Dad. And Zim and I were both wondering if you could find something for Zim as well. He already runs his own lab and does experiments all the time. He would be a great asset to the company.”

Membrane thought for a moment, his fingers tapping thoughtfully on the edge of his glass. He knew Dib was more than capable of hitting the ground running, but Zim? He didn’t know him as well beyond his academic achievements. Still, he trusted Dib’s judgment. “I can’t just hire him on the spot, but what I can do is get him an internship. If he proves himself over the next year, we can offer him a full-time position.”

Zim didn’t hesitate to respond. “It would be an honor, sir. Thank you.”

Dib grinned. “Yeah, thanks, Dad.”

The food arrived shortly after, and it was just as amazing as they had expected, living up to all the glowing reviews the restaurant had received. They ate, chatted, and enjoyed the evening, savoring the moments of relaxation. When they were finished, they made their way outside.

“Dib, will you take your sister home?” Professor Membrane asked as he began to stand. “I need to head back to work a little earlier than expected.”

“Sure, Dad. After that, I’m going camping with Zim.” He didn’t feel the need to mention the missing campers. That could wait.

Professor Membrane smiled. “Sounds like fun, son. Just be careful out there.”

They exchanged farewells, and Dib and Zim headed to Dib’s house.

Once they arrived home, the trio made their way inside. Gaz immediately plopped down on the couch, flipping on the TV without a second thought. Dib and Zim ascended the stairs to Dib’s room, where Dib began packing their supplies for the night. He grabbed a tent, two sleeping bags, his laptop, trail cameras, snacks, and his night vision goggles, loading everything into his new car.

"I’ll be back sometime tomorrow, Gaz—don’t wait up," Dib said as he opened the door. Gaz didn’t even look away from the TV; all she gave was a grunt and a thumbs up.

After driving for an hour and a half, the boys finally reached their destination. They unloaded the car and ventured into the dense woods. Dib had his night vision goggles on; he didn’t want to risk using a flashlight and potentially scare away anything they might encounter. Zim didn’t need any help seeing in the dark, so he followed closely behind, though his patience was quickly wearing thin.

“Grrr, how much longer is it, dirt monkey?” Zim huffed, his frustration evident. Dib chuckled at the old nickname.

“Almost there now,” he replied, his voice calm. A few minutes later, they arrived at what Dib believed was the perfect camping spot—far enough from prying eyes, but close enough to the area where the mysterious attacks were rumored to have occurred.

They began setting up camp. Dib went ahead to pitch the tent while Zim unpacked the snacks and sleeping bags.

“Where are you going to set up those cameras?” Zim asked.

“Around the campsite and a few feet out,” Dib replied. “I want to cover the perimeter. Can you gather some wood for the fire while I set them up?”

Zim nodded and started collecting sticks and logs. Once the woodpile was ready, he pulled a small device from his pak—a small gun-like object. With a press of the trigger, a laser shot out, instantly igniting the wood into a crackling fire.

“It’s a little warm for a fire,” Dib said as he sat down next to Zim, adjusting his night vision goggles, “but at least we won’t be sitting in total darkness.”

Zim listened intently to the sounds around them as Dib opened his laptop, flipping through the camera feeds. After a moment, he spoke again.

“Anything unusual?” Dib asked.

“Just some of those awful winged rats and squirrels,” Zim replied, his voice casual, though his gaze remained fixed on the shadows beyond the firelight.

A bit more relaxed with Zim’s answer, Dib focused back on the screen, scanning through the feeds from the cameras. “Nothing out there now. Wanna chill in the tent, watch a movie, and eat some snacks?”

Zim perked up at the idea. “That sounds much better than sitting out here. I don’t like being exposed like this.”

Dib could see the slight unease in Zim’s expression. "Yeah, me neither. We’ll stay in the tent for a bit. Maybe it'll help take your mind off things."

Zim nodded slowly, his tension easing slightly. “Good. I like that idea.”

Together, they settled into the tent, the warmth of the fire flickering outside, providing just enough light to make them feel safe—at least for the moment.

Zim couldn't shake this slight feeling of dred. He needed something to take his mind off of it.

He had done some research on human mating, which really meant he had watched porn, and after analyzing himself, he found that they should be compatible. He had known there was a slit there but never really thought much of it until recently. He got curious one day and parted the lips to find a hole, which was just like a human females genitals. Maybe they could take their relationship further. “Dib, Zim would actually like to try something new tonight.“ He said nervously. “What did you have in mind exactly?“ Dib asked curiously. “Well, I've done my research and have found that we are indeed compatible...sexually.“ Dib looked at Zim for a few seconds before answering face turning red. “Sooooo you want to have sex?“ Zim shook his head. Dib chuckled, “You know, I've been wanting to do this for awhile but didn't know how to ask you. Yeah, uh, let's do it.“ Zim jumped in Dibs lap before he could even sit down all the way, kissing him all over. Dib chuckled in-between kisses, moving his hands up and down Zim's waist. Zim moved his tongue into Dibs mouth and started moaning, grabbing a fist full of Dibs hair and yanking him down. Zim had gotten pretty good at making out Dib thought to himself and would even lead most of the time now. After a few minutes, Zim basically ripped Dibs shirt off forcefully and then removed his own deciding this time to do it carefully. Dib had seen Zim shirtless before after they started dating, but he never got over how alien he really was with no nibbles or belly button.

Dib started unbuttoning his pants but stopped. “Okay, at any point that you feel uncomfortable, you tell me, and I stop. No questions asked.“ Zim agreed and took off his own pants and boots. Dib didn't know what to expect exactly, but he wasn't expecting a slit. “Do you want to see?“ Zim snorted. Dib shook his head quickly. Zim laughed and laid on his back, spreading his legs. Dib looked and was a little confused at what he saw. There was an opening there. It kind of looked like flower petals spreading to reveal it, red and plump. He didn't know what he was expecting, but he was expecting something a little more like his, but nonetheless impressed. “Are you a girl?“ Dib asked. Zim got a little irritated. “Of course not! Silly human, my antennas are straight, not curly on the top like a females.“ Dib got a little embarrassed at the outburst. “S..sorry it's just a woman has just about the same thing, but sometimes I forget you are an alien. Do the female irkens have different genitalia?“ Zim knew where this was going. All the questions. “Some do, and some have a spike if they are tall enough. Our genitals are based on height. If you're taller, you have a spike; shorters have an orifice. That was interesting to Dib. “Of course it's based on height, just like everything on your planet.“ Zim was starting to get bored. “Are we going to keep talking about my people, or are you going to stick your spike inside Zim?“ He said while thrusting his hips up. Dib blushed a little. “Sorry, okay, again, I stop if you don't like it.“ He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his already hard member. “Whats that for?“ Zim asked with slight disgust. “It's lube, so it goes in easier. I didn't bring any with me. I wasn't planning on doing this.“

He took his member and slowly inserted it into Zim. He noticed Zim was naturally lubricated, which would help and was nice to know for the future. Zim clenched a little then relaxed the further Dib pushed in. “How's that feel, you okay?“ Zim shook his head. “I feel okay. It's definitely different.“ Dib got all the way in and started thrusting slowly, feeling how tight Zim was around him.

Zim took notice of a spot that Dib was hitting inside him. It was starting to feel good—really good, like something was building up. Zim moaned every time Dib thrust into him. “Oh Zim you feel so good. You're so tight.“ Dib moaned. “ D..Dib you feel...so...AH..so good inside Zim.“ Dib took that as confirmation to keep going and moved a little faster, sweat starting to bead on his forehead. “Yes Dib! Faster! Ah!“ Dib thrusted harder and faster and felt his own release approaching. “Dib, Zim feels...something.“ Dib smiled. “I think you're about to cum. Just let it happen; it's going to feel amazing. He was going faster, hoping one of them would end soon because a cramp was starting to form. “Dib, Zim is!“ Before he could finish his sentence, Zim came calling out Dib's name, and hearing that was enough to push Dib over the edge, and he climaxed right after.

They both lay there, breathing heavily, the air thick with the aftermath of their shared moment. Their bodies remained entwined for a few moments, savoring the connection, until Dib finally pulled away. He shifted to lie beside Zim, pulling him close and resting his head on Zim's chest.

“That... that was incredible,” Dib whispered, his voice still a little shaky from the intensity of the moment. Zim, still catching his breath, looked down at him with a soft smirk.

“I didn’t know what to expect, but... I very much enjoyed that,” Zim admitted, his voice still a bit breathless but filled with genuine affection.

Dib smiled and kissed the top of Zim’s head, his fingers tracing small circles on his back. “Good,” Dib murmured, his contentment clear in the warmth of his voice.

They lay there in silence for a few minutes, simply enjoying each other’s presence, until Zim suddenly tensed, his head snapping toward the outside.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Dib asked, his voice filled with concern as he looked up at Zim.

“Something big is stalking around out there,” Zim replied, his tone low, a hint of fear creeping in. Before Dib could respond, both of them were hit with an overwhelming stench.

“Ugh, what is that smell?!” Dib asked, holding his nose and recoiling at the putrid scent that seemed to seep into their tent. The smell was unmistakable—decaying flesh, sickening and foul.

Zim, eyes wide with alarm, quickly began throwing on his clothes. “We need to stay right here. I have a bad feeling about this.” His words were sharp, fear creeping into his voice for the first time. “Let me check the cameras.”

Dib, desperate to make sense of what was happening, scrambled to open his laptop. He began cycling through the feeds, his eyes scanning the screens, but there was nothing—no movement, no signs of anything out of the ordinary.

“I have to see what’s out there, Zim,” Dib said, determination creeping into his voice. “I can’t let this thing—whatever it is—keep taking people.”

Zim’s expression darkened, frustration and worry flaring up within him. Did Dib have a death wish? “You agreed that what I say goes, and Zim says we stay in the tent. I knew we should’ve brought the Voot. We could’ve been safely up in the air right now!”

Before Zim could do anything to stop him, Dib was already unzipping the tent. “Sorry, Zim. I need to figure out what it is.”

Zim growled under his breath, a snarl forming on his lips as his hands clenched into fists. “Stupid, stupid human,” he muttered angrily.

Once outside the tent, Dib quickly donned his night vision goggles and began scanning the area around him. The air was still, but the stench grew stronger, a rancid odor that sent a shiver down his spine. And then he saw it.

A massive creature loomed in the darkness—tall, with a deer skull for a head, large, twisting antlers, and white, almost ghostly skin stretched taut over a skeletal frame. Its eyes were hollow pits of darkness as it moved toward him with an eerie, unsettling grace. Dib froze, the world around him fading into a blur of panic and disbelief.

Suddenly, the creature lunged.

Just as Dib’s life flashed before his eyes, he was violently shoved out of the way, sent sprawling to the ground. “RUN, YOU IDIOT!” Zim’s voice rang out, sharp and full of panic. Without thinking, they both bolted, adrenaline pumping through their veins as they sprinted into the night, not knowing where they were going—just away from the monstrous thing pursuing them. Zim, faster and more agile, kept pace but kept one eye on Dib, making sure not to leave him behind.

After what felt like an eternity, Zim didn’t give Dib a chance to argue. In one swift motion, he scooped him up in a bridal carry, pulling out his pak legs and using them to scale a nearby tree. They vaulted through the branches, jumping from one tree to the next, until they found a cave deep within the woods. They tumbled inside, gasping for air, their hearts still racing.

“I think we lost it,” Dib said, his voice trembling as he sank against the cold stone walls of the cave. Zim, still breathing heavily, gave a quick nod.

“For now, at least,” he replied, though his tone was laced with unease. “We should stay here until morning.”

They ventured deeper into the cave, moving cautiously as they explored. It wasn’t long before they stumbled upon something that made their blood run cold—a pile of human and animal bones, scattered and decayed, an unmistakable sign of something dangerous.

“This... oh God, this is its nest. WE’RE RIGHT IN ITS FUCKING HOUSE, ZIM!” Dib’s voice cracked with horror as he took in the sight.

Zim tried to keep his composure for Dib’s sake, but his own unease grew with the scent of decay in the air again, stronger this time. “What is this thing?” he asked, his voice a mix of panic and confusion, but he was trying to stay focused.

“I think it’s a Wendigo,” Dib answered, his mind racing as he pieced together the clues. “All the signs point to that, anyway.”

“How do we kill it?” Zim demanded, his tone sharp and urgent.

“Some people say fire works,” Dib replied, though he was unsure. “But I’m not certain.”

Zim growled under his breath. “Well, it’s all we’ve got.” He pulled out the device he used to start the fire earlier and cranked up the power. The air seemed to thicken as the smell worsened, and the sound of the Wendigo’s footsteps echoed closer. Zim pushed Dib behind him, his voice low and serious.

“If anything happens to me, save yourself and run. Do you understand?”

Dib hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m not leaving you...”

“I SAID, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!” Zim shouted, his eyes burning with determination.

“OKAY, fine,” Dib replied, reluctantly. “I will.”

Zim didn’t wait for another word. He turned to face the approaching Wendigo, his body tense as he prepared to fight. The creature’s snarling face appeared in the entrance of the cave, its sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light as it slowly stalked toward them. It charged at them with terrifying speed.

Without hesitation, Zim fired the device, releasing a massive fireball straight at the Wendigo’s chest. The creature roared, the sound so chilling it resembled a woman screaming in agony, but it didn’t go down.

Zim shoved Dib roughly to the ground, pushing him back out of the way so he wouldn’t follow him. Then, with a burst of movement, Zim dashed to the side of the cave, waving his arms wildly and yelling at the Wendigo, drawing its attention.

The Wendigo roared once more, furiously charging at Zim. In the blink of an eye, Zim leapt onto the monster’s head, grabbing onto its antlers and holding on for dear life as it thrashed beneath him.

With all the strength he could muster, Zim shoved the device into one of the Wendigo’s sunken eyes and pulled the trigger. There was a flash of light, and the creature let out one final, horrifying scream before it was sent flying backward. Zim was flung from its head and hit the ground hard, but he scrambled to his feet as the Wendigo disintegrated before their eyes, turning to ash in the blink of an eye.

The nightmare was over.

Dib exhaled deeply, not realizing how much he had been holding his breath until now. He watched Zim, awe and relief washing over him. “I... I can’t believe you just did that. You took on a Wendigo and lived! You’re... you’re amazing!”

Zim’s eyes went wide at the unexpected compliment, a proud smirk curling on his lips. “I am, aren’t I? I mean, of course I am. I am Zim, after all.” He struck a pose, hands on his hips, his chest puffed out with satisfaction.

Dib didn’t even hesitate. He leapt forward and kissed Zim deeply, pouring all of his gratitude and affection into the kiss. Zim eagerly returned it, his arms wrapping around Dib as they shared the moment.

When they finally broke apart for air, Dib looked at him, his voice filled with sincerity. “You saved us, Zim. Thank you.”

Zim grinned, his usual cocky attitude returning. “Only Zim is allowed to hurt the Dib. Now, let’s get out of here.”

They quickly made their way back to the campsite, packed up their belongings, and put out the fire, eager to leave the terrifying encounter behind. Without a word, they climbed into Dib’s car and drove off into the night.

“I can’t wait to tell the Swollen Eyeballs about what we found,” Dib said, his voice filled with excitement. “A Wendigo, right here. They usually stay in the mountains. And seriously, Zim—you were incredible tonight. I still can’t believe it.”

Zim smirked, his confidence unwavering. “No creature is a match for the almighty Zim.”

Dib chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, you definitely proved that tonight. I’m already looking forward to our next hunt together.”

Zim’s grin widened. “As if Zim would let you go alone. Tonight proved you need me. You’re stuck with me forever, Dib thing.”

Dib laughed, a warm, contented feeling settling in his chest. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Chapter Text

“All packed and ready to go, Dib-thing?” Zim asked, glancing at the fuel gauge on the Voot. He tapped it once for good measure, ensuring the tank was completely full.

“Yep, all ready,” Dib replied as he stepped off the ramp and into the Voot. He made his way through the ship toward the bedroom, setting his suitcase down on the neatly made bed.

Over the years, Zim had expanded his ship significantly. What had once been a small craft suited only for one person was now a fully equipped home away from home. There was a functional bathroom, a compact but efficient kitchen, extra storage space, and a cozy bedroom. Whenever Dib asked how Zim managed to achieve such upgrades, the Irken would simply wave his hand dismissively and say, “Superior Irken technology, of course.”

“What’s this planet called again?” Dib asked, his voice muffled as he unpacked. He set his laptop and charger on the bed, pulling out a few other essentials to arrange neatly.

“Virellia,” Zim answered, leaning against the console. “Home of the Virellians. They’re a peaceful species, known for their culinary delights and, more importantly, some of the galaxy’s finest bars. Your pathetic human ethanol concoctions are mere sludge in comparison.”

Dib chuckled. “Sounds promising, but what about their drinking laws? Don’t they need some form of ID to prove I’m old enough?”

Zim smirked. “Virellians don’t care for such trivialities. You don’t look like a smeet, so no one will question you. Besides, they also have incredible food, which I demand you try.”

Dib grinned. “As long as it doesn’t wiggle, I’m game. How long is the trip again?”

“Three days,” Zim replied, turning back to the controls. “We’ll stay a few days, enjoy the sights, and then return. You need an adventure before you get chained to your parental unit’s company. This is much safer than your ridiculous paranormal hunts.”

Dib emerged from the bedroom, walking up to where Zim was busy entering coordinates. “I mean, technically, this is still chasing the paranormal. Aliens count.”

Zim sighed dramatically as Dib came up behind him, wrapping his arms around the smaller alien’s shoulders. Leaning into the embrace, Zim muttered, “Out there, you’re the alien. Listen to me, Dib-thing. Do not bombard these creatures with endless questions. They’re peaceful, but we don’t want to attract too much attention, especially to me. Virellians aren’t exactly fond of Irkens.”

Turning to face Dib, Zim placed a firm hand on his chest. “It’s vital that you stick with me and follow my instructions. No wandering off, no poking at things you don’t understand, and absolutely no doing anything stupid that gets you hurt. Do you understand?”

Dib huffed, crossing his arms. “I’m not a kid, Zim. You don’t have to baby me. Fine, I’ll listen to you, and I won’t bother the locals. But I am taking samples of the local flora and fauna.”

Zim narrowed his eyes, humming thoughtfully before nodding. “Fine, but only samples I approve of. Many of this planet’s plants are poisonous, and I refuse to drag your unconscious human carcass back to the ship because you touched something you shouldn’t have.”

Dib decided not to argue further. The last thing he wanted was to start a fight before their adventure even began. “Alright, fine. I’ll stick to your rules. I’ve got everything packed and ready to go. Are we good to take off?”

Zim’s expression softened with satisfaction. “Everything is in order. The Voot is performing flawlessly, the kitchen is fully stocked, and the fuel tank is filled to capacity. We are ready.”

With that, Zim slid into the pilot’s seat while Dib settled into the co-pilot’s chair.

“You ever going to let me fly this thing?” Dib teased, strapping himself in as Zim began entering commands for liftoff.

Zim didn’t even glance at him. “I’ll let you pretend to fly it once we’re out of the atmosphere and the autopilot is engaged. Are you strapped in?”

Dib snapped his seatbelt into place. “You’re no fun, you know that? And yes, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

"I'm taking you to another planet. I'm plenty fun. Now brace yourself," Zim announced with a mischievous glint in his eye as the roof of the base slid open. The ship hummed to life as Zim activated the cloaking device, ensuring their departure would remain undetected.

The Voot slowly rose off the ground, hovering momentarily before rocketing upward into the sky. Dib barely had time to react as they ascended faster than he thought possible. His hands gripped the arms of the chair tightly, his nails digging into the leather as the force of acceleration pressed him back. Within seconds, the ship broke through Earth's atmosphere and came to a smooth halt.

As the pressure eased, Dib blinked and looked out the window, his breath catching in his throat. There it was the Earth, small and distant, a stunning orb of blue and green. “That’s… incredible. It took, like, ten seconds!” he said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm and awe.

Zim turned to him, his red eyes glinting with pride. “Of course it did! My piloting skills are unmatched, Dib-mate,” he declared, puffing out his chest.

He pressed a few buttons on the console, activating the autopilot, and stood up from his seat with a flourish. “Well, the ship knows the way from here. What do you want to do now? We’ve got time to relax before we arrive.”

Dib unbuckled himself and got to his feet, wobbling slightly as he adjusted to the ship’s motion. “We could cuddle and watch a movie,” he suggested. “I brought my laptop.”

Zim tilted his head, considering the idea, but then a sly grin spread across his face. He stepped closer, taking Dib’s hand in his own. “I actually had something else in mind,” he said, his tone dripping with mischief.

Dib raised an eyebrow, though his lips twitched into a smile. “Oh? And what might that be?”

“You’ll see,” Zim purred, tugging Dib gently toward the bedroom. His grin widened, and there was a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

Once in the bedroom Zim lead Dib to the bed and pushed him on it. Dib chuckled. “Ah, I see where this is going.“ Zim sat on top of him, leaning down smashing his lips against Dibs. Their Tongues danced around each other and Zim instinctively started grinding on Dibs crotch until Zim came up for air.

He told Dib to take off his shirt and he did in one fluid motion while Zim did the same, kissing once again. Zim took off his and Dibs pants and underwear, swiftly almost tearing through them, throwing them on the floor.

Zim sat up some inserting Dibs already hard member into himself. They both gasped and Zim started grinding with Dib occasionally bucking his hips. “You're hmmm getting good at this Zim.“ Zim gave a smirk while focusing on his movements. “I'm the best at Mating You're ever going to AH! Get Dib mate and the only.“ Zim started moving faster. Leaning down and kissing Dibs lips and biting his neck until a small amount of blood was drawn. Dib gasped when Zims sharp fangs broke the skin. “This was new” he thought but he liked it. Soon both were nearing the finish line. “Zim I'm gonna!..“ They both climaxed yelling out each other's name.

Zim slumped down on top of Dib. They both were catching their breath. Zim pulled himself out of Dib with a gross shlorp sound and rolled over next to him putting his head on his chest. Dib wrapped his arm around him. “You know it's only been a few months but I think I'm falling in love with you.“ Zim antenna perked up at that. He'd read what the implications of what the word love had entailed and was happy Dib felt that way about him. “Does anything change if Zim says he loves the Dib to?“ Dib smirked. “Nah we just go on doing the same things.“

“Then I think Zim loves Dib.“ They smiled at each other and shared a kiss.

The next three days aboard the ship passed in a blur of shared meals, movies, and stolen moments of intimacy, neither of them complaining about the routine. By the time they landed on Virellia, both felt refreshed and excited for the adventure ahead.

The planet's atmosphere was like nothing Dib had ever seen thick with swirling, iridescent clouds shimmering in shades of violet, green, and blue. They reflected the faint, golden light of Virellia’s sun, casting a surreal glow over everything. The Voot touched down in a designated parking area just outside a small town, its crystalline buildings gleaming under the atmospheric hues.

Dib stepped off the ship and inhaled deeply, taking in the crisp, faintly sweet air. As he looked around, his gaze fell on the inhabitants of the town, the Virellians. They were slender, their translucent, shimmering skin reflecting a rainbow of colors that shifted with every movement. Their hues seemed to change subtly as they interacted with one another.

Zim joined him, standing confidently at his side. “The Virellians’ skin changes color depending on their mood,” Zim explained, his tone almost dismissive. “It’s practically impossible for them to hide what they’re feeling. A terrible design flaw if you ask me.”

Dib chuckled and turned to him. “Ha, yeah, I guess they’d be terrible at poker.”

Zim tilted his head, confused. “Poke her?"

Dib laughed. “Not poke her, poker. It’s a card game people play for money. I’ll teach you sometime.” He stretched his arms overhead, grinning. “So, what’s first on the agenda?”

Zim grabbed Dib’s hand, tugging him toward the town. “I want to get a drink and some authentic Virellian food. I’m tired of living off pancakes and microwave burritos.”

They walked hand-in-hand through the streets, Zim carefully avoiding bumping into any of the locals. The buildings were crafted from crystalline material, each structure radiating soft, glowing hues that seemed to harmonize with the atmosphere. They stopped in front of a vibrant pink structure with a glowing sign above the entrance.

“I’m guessing that says something like ‘food and drinks,’ right?” Dib asked, gesturing to the sign.

Zim smirked and released his hand, ushering him toward the entrance. “Close enough. It says ‘best drinks around.’ Let’s give them a try.”

Inside, the bar was sleek and otherworldly, with glowing fixtures and ambient music that seemed to hum through their bodies. They settled at a table, and Dib noticed a sleek touchpad with a small fingerprint scanner.

“No servers?” Dib asked, running a finger over the screen.

Zim shook his head. “No need. You scan your finger so they know what your physiology can handle, then order directly from the pad.”

Dib hesitated but pressed his finger to the scanner. He winced as he felt a quick, sharp prick. “You didn’t tell me it was going to bite me!”

“How else would they analyze your blood to know what’s safe for you to eat?” Zim said, smirking at Dib’s grumbling.

Dib scrolled through the menu, intrigued by the vibrant pictures and descriptions. “What do you recommend?”

Zim leaned closer to the screen. “Order the Essence Platter. It’s a good mix of local vegetables and meats. For a drink, try the Vynar Glow. But pace yourself, it’s strong.”

Dib raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

Zim smirked back. “Zim only wants you to relax and enjoy yourself, Dib-mate. And,” he added with a mischievous glint in his eye, “Zim has heard rumors that drunk sex is... different.”

Dib burst out laughing, taking Zim’s hand in his own. “Well, if there’s ever a time to let loose, it’s when you’re with your amazing alien boyfriend on a whole new planet.”

Zim’s cheeks flushed a faint green as he smiled. “Yes, I am rather amazing, aren’t I?”

After scanning his own finger and placing his order, Zim flinched slightly but quickly masked it, hoping Dib didn’t notice. Within minutes, a soft blue Virellian brought their order to the table. Dib glanced at the server, wondering if their blue hue indicated sadness, but decided not to ask.

The platter was filled with vibrant, alien foods, marinated fungi that had a tangy flavor, seared meats resembling boneless pork chops, and otherworldly vegetables that glistened under the light. Dib took a bite and nodded. “This is really good.”

He sipped his drink, his eyes widening. “Wow, this drink is fantastic! Way better than anything on Earth. Though, to be fair, I haven’t had that many alcoholic drinks.”

Zim glanced up from his glowing salad, which was topped with bioluminescent plants and tiny edible crystals. “I told you to pace yourself. We’re going bar hopping after this.”

“Bar hopping, huh? Sounds fun.” Dib smiled, taking another sip. “Don’t worry, I’ll just have one more.”

Zim eyed him carefully but nodded. “One more. I don’t want you too drunk before we even start.”

Once they finished eating and paid on the tablet, they stepped out into the glowing streets. Zim led Dib down a lively road dotted with more bars and glowing signs.

“How are you feeling, Dib-thing?” Zim asked, glancing at him.

Dib touched his warm cheeks and laughed. “I feel great! This is so much fun!”

Zim smiled, his eyes softening. “Heh, I’m glad you’re having a good time.”

The night had been a blur of laughter, drinks, and bar-hopping. They wandered from bar to bar, sampling exotic Virellian beverages while the planet’s two pink moons climbed into the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over everything. By the time they left the last bar, Dib was clinging to Zim’s shoulder for balance, the two of them swaying as they walked down the iridescent streets.

“Hey, uh... is that two moons, or am I seeing double?” Dib slurred, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

Zim glanced up at the sky and snickered. “This planet has two moons, Dib-thing. Now, come on. Let’s get back to the ship before you fall on your face.”

Zim wrapped his arm around Dib’s waist, steadying him as they made their way back to the ship. The trek felt longer than usual with Dib stumbling every few steps, but they finally reached the Voot. Zim helped Dib inside, guiding him toward the living area when Dib suddenly turned on his heel and wrapped his arms around him in a clumsy hug.

“Oh, Zim,” Dib mumbled, his voice thick with affection. “This was the best night ever. I mean, who else can say they got drunk on an alien planet?”

Zim chuckled, patting Dib’s back awkwardly. “Yes, yes, Zim is clearly the perfect boyfriend.”

Dib pulled back just enough to look down at him, his hazy eyes full of warmth. Before Zim could say anything else, Dib leaned in, crashing their lips together. Zim melted into the kiss for a moment, his hands moving to Dib’s waist. But as he started to tug at Dib’s shirt, Dib abruptly pulled away, his expression shifting to one of panic.

“This... hiccup... this isn’t about how I feel about you!” Dib stammered before bolting to the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

Zim winced as the sound of retching echoed through the ship. He shivered, muttering to himself. “Great. The Dib is sick. So much for... anything.”

He waited by the door until the gagging subsided and heard the toilet flush. A moment later, Dib opened the door, looking pale and miserable.

“I gotta... I just gotta go to bed,” Dib mumbled, swaying slightly.

Zim sighed, noting to himself that this was the result of too much drinking. He led Dib to their room, sitting him down on the bed. With quick efficiency, Zim removed Dib’s shoes,pants, and glasses before helping him lie down. He pulled the covers over him and whispered, “Goodnight, Dib.”

Dib was already snoring. Zim allowed a small smile, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Dib’s forehead before climbing into bed beside him. He rested his head on Dib’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Zim woke up first. He sat up and considered waking Dib, but one glance at his peaceful, sleeping face made him decide otherwise. Quietly, he got up, dressed, and headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Pulling out the waffle maker, Zim whipped up a batch of waffles, drowning them in syrup before slicing fresh fruit to place on top. He remembered the "hot bean water" Dib loved and brewed a pot of coffee to complete the meal. Once everything was ready, he walked back to the bedroom to wake Dib.

“Wakey, wakey, Dib!” Zim chirped, giving him a gentle shake.

Dib didn’t stir. Zim tried again, shaking him harder. Still nothing. With a huff, Zim resorted to a light slap on Dib’s face.

Dib shot up, looking around in confusion. “Did you just—ow!” He rubbed his cheek, glaring at Zim.

“It was the only way to wake you. Now, come on! Breakfast is ready, and I have a surprise planned for today,” Zim said with a triumphant grin.

Groaning, Dib rubbed his temples. “Man, I feel like I got hit by a truck. I’m never drinking again.”

“Come,” Zim insisted, helping him out of bed. “Food will help. I even made your bean water.”

Dib managed a small smile. “Coffee does sound good.”

In the kitchen, Dib sat down to a plate of waffles and his coffee. He took a tentative bite, relieved that his stomach didn’t revolt. As they ate in comfortable silence, Dib eventually broke it.

“So, what’s the surprise?”

Zim cleared his plate and placed it in the sink. “I thought we could explore a section of the Virellian jungle today. You can take samples, and afterward, we’ll visit the local market. Perhaps you’ll find some souvenirs.”

Dib’s eyes lit up. “Exploring the jungle? That sounds amazing! Let me get ready!”

He quickly finished his breakfast, rinsed his plate, and rushed to get dressed, grabbing his swollen eyeball briefcase on the way.

The jungle’s outskirts were a breathtaking sight. The lush fields of light purple grass gave way to towering trees that resembled palm trees, their crystalline leaves shimmering like prisms in the sunlight. Dib’s excitement grew with every step, his eyes darting around to take in the alien flora.

As they ventured deeper, Dib stopped frequently to collect samples, carefully placing them in his briefcase. He peppered Zim with questions about each plant, and Zim answered with a mix of genuine knowledge and smug superiority.

After a while, Zim decided to take a break, settling under a tree with thin, crystalline leaves. He pulled a touchpad from his PAK and began researching nearby shops. “Don’t go too far, Dib-thing. I’ll only be a moment.”

Dib rolled his eyes but nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll stay close.”

He wandered a short distance, his attention caught by a sweet, alluring scent. Following it, he found a vibrant purple flower that hadn’t bloomed. Intrigued, Dib crouched down to examine it, reaching out to touch the petals.

The moment his fingers brushed the flower, it snapped open, shooting three thin needles directly into his neck. Dib stumbled back, a sharp cry escaping him as he clutched his throat.

“Zim!” he shouted, panic lacing his voice.

Before he could say more, dizziness overwhelmed him, and he collapsed onto his back.

Zim was at his side in an instant, his usual composure replaced with fear. “Dib!” he exclaimed, dropping to his knees. His eyes widened as he saw the needles embedded in Dib’s neck and the dark veins spreading across his skin.

“Stay with me, Dib-thing,” Zim whispered, his hands trembling as he began assessing the situation.

Dib’s chest tightened as panic gripped him, his breaths growing more shallow with each passing moment. “Zim... what’s happening to me?” he choked out, his voice strained with fear.

Zim scanned the area quickly until his eyes landed on the culprit. “You’ve been stung by a Lumaquillia flower,” he said, his voice steady but laced with urgency. “It’s going to be okay, Dib. We just need to get you to a hospital.”

Zim tried to mask the panic threatening to take over. He couldn’t let Dib sense his fear; it would only make things worse. But deep down, Zim knew the truth—if what he remembered about the Lumaquillia was accurate, time was not on their side.

Activating his PAK legs, Zim scooped Dib into his arms, holding him bridal style as he sprinted back toward the town. The first local he encountered pointed him in the direction of the nearest hospital, and Zim didn’t waste a second.

Dib’s breathing became more labored, and the dark veins from the poison were spreading rapidly across his skin. “I... I can’t feel anything, Zim,” Dib murmured weakly, a wet cough escaping his lips.

“Just hold on, Dib.” Zim’s voice cracked, the panic he had tried to suppress now impossible to hide. “We’re almost there. You’re going to be okay.”

Bursting into the hospital, Zim yelled for help, his voice echoing through the sterile halls. Nurses rushed over as Dib’s body went limp in his arms, his head lolling to the side. “Help him!” Zim cried, his voice breaking.

The nurses worked quickly, transferring Dib to a floating gurney and wheeling him away. They asked Zim what had happened, and he relayed the details, his voice trembling. Their wide-eyed reactions didn’t inspire much confidence.

“We’ll do everything we can,” one nurse assured him before disappearing down the corridor with Dib.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Zim sat in the waiting room, his hands covering his face as silent tears streamed down his cheeks. This trip was supposed to be a fun getaway, a chance for them to make memories together. Instead, it had turned into a nightmare.

You were supposed to protect him, Zim’s mind taunted. You can’t lose him. What would you do without him?

Dib had told Zim he loved him, and while Zim didn’t fully understand what love meant, he knew the pain in his chest was proof enough that he felt the same.

A doctor finally emerged, walking directly toward Zim. The Irken jumped to his feet, his antennae twitching anxiously.

“You must be the one who brought in the alien with the Lumaquillia poisoning. What species is he?”

“Human,” Zim replied quickly. “Is he... is he going to be okay?”

The doctor offered a reassuring smile. “We managed to extract the poison before it could cause fatal damage. A few more minutes, and he wouldn’t have made it. You’re very lucky.”

Zim exhaled shakily, relief flooding his system. “Thank you.”

“He’s resting now, but you can see him,” the doctor said, leading Zim to Dib’s room.

The sight of Dib lying motionless on the hospital bed made Zim’s chest tighten again. Sitting beside him, Zim gently took Dib’s hand, running his thumb over his knuckles.

“Heh, you’re always getting into some kind of trouble, aren’t you?” Zim said softly, a sad smile tugging at his lips. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to Dib’s cheek.

An hour later, Zim noticed Dib stirring. His human let out a soft groan, trying to sit up, but Zim quickly and gently pushed him back down.

“Not so fast,” Zim said. “You need to rest. Everything’s okay now.”

Dib blinked groggily, glancing around the unfamiliar room. “What... what happened?”

“You were stung by a Lumaquillia flower,” Zim explained, his voice heavy with guilt. “It’s a very poisonous plant. Dib, Zim is... so sorry. I shouldn’t have let you go off alone.”

Dib noticed the tears welling up in Zim’s eyes and reached up to wipe them away. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay now, right? It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have been poking around with alien flowers I know nothing about.”

Zim nodded, his voice trembling. “They were able to extract the poison, so yes, you’ll be fine. But any later, and you would have been...” He trailed off, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Dib squeezed Zim’s hand. “See? You still saved me. I can always count on you.” He brought Zim’s hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

Zim let out a soft, sad chuckle. “You can always count on Zim.” He leaned down and kissed Dib on the lips, a mix of relief and lingering fear in the gesture.

The doctor later informed them that Dib would need to stay overnight for observation. Dib was disappointed to spend the remainder of their vacation in a hospital, but he agreed without argument.

By the next day, Dib had regained full mobility, thanks to the nurses’ help in working the last of the paralysis out of his system. The doctor gave them the all-clear to leave, and Zim wasted no time preparing for their departure.

Before heading back to the ship, they stopped at a souvenir shop. Dib picked up a magnet that read “Virellia or Bust” and stocked up on food supplies for the journey home.

As they boarded the Voot, Zim sat in the pilot’s chair, preparing for takeoff. Dib hesitated, glancing at him. “You’re not going to let this stop you from taking me to other planets, are you?”

Zim looked at him, torn between his instinct to protect Dib and his desire to see him happy. He sighed. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Dib. But maybe we wait a while before the next adventure.”

Dib smiled, nodding. “Fair enough.”

As the Voot ascended, Dib looked out the window, waving goodbye to the planet below. Despite everything, he couldn’t help but feel a little sad to leave.

Chapter Text

It had been a year and a half since the Virellian incident. Zim was left a little shaken, realizing just how fragile humans truly were. The thought of losing Dib haunted him, a worry he couldn't entirely shake. While he knew he couldn’t keep Dib from exploring the paranormal, he resolved to accompany him on his adventures to keep a closer eye on him. Dib never minded—in fact, he wanted Zim there.

Most of their hunts didn’t result in much, but they shared plenty of unforgettable moments. Like the time they took a road trip to find the elusive Mothman, only to end up in a sewing circle with the creature, crafting hats and scarves. Another memorable escapade had them stumbling upon fairies, encountering illusions so powerful that even Zim struggled to comprehend them.

For a few months, everything felt right. Dib began working in the astronomy department at Membrane Labs, while Zim completed his internship and started in the astrophysics department. After a year of being together, Zim asked Dib to move in. Dib had enthusiastically said yes, and the two quickly settled into their new life together. They squabbled more with all the time spent around each other, but arguments always ended with one of them cuddling up, trailing kisses over the other's neck and cheek until forgiveness was inevitable.

Eventually, Zim started asking about the “next step” in their relationship. Whenever he brought it up, Dib would get a little flustered, explaining that “the next step” was marriage. Dib described it as a bond that meant they’d be together forever, and Zim loved the sound of that. Dib would be his, forever and so, Zim began his research.

“So, you have a ceremony with friends and family, say nice things about each other, exchange rings, and kiss. That’s it. That’s getting married,” Computer explained with a sigh.

Zim glanced up thoughtfully. “How do the rings come into play?”

Computer sighed again. “Typically, the male gives an engagement ring to the female during a proposal. Then, on the wedding day, they exchange wedding bands, another set of rings.”

Zim hummed. “And for two males?”

“You could give him a wedding band.”

Zim decided he could easily make a ring for Dib. Something much better than any Earth-made trinket. Pointing upward dramatically, he declared, “Zim has decided to propose to the Dib!” Smiling to himself, he thought, It will be nice having Dib wear something that symbolizes he belongs to him. Dib hadn’t liked the idea of a collar before, but this seemed like a perfect alternative.

Zim began designing the ring on his computer, quickly pulling up ideas. Just as he was narrowing down the final look, he heard the elevator descending from the main floor. He quickly closed everything and turned to greet Dib as he stepped out.

“Hey, babe,” Dib greeted with a smile. “What are you thinking for dinner? I don’t feel like cooking, so maybe Chinese takeout?”

Zim grumbled, “You know I still don’t know how I feel about that word… babe. But Chinese sounds fine.”

Dib smirked. “It’s a term of endearment, Zim. Just accept it! I’ll order your usual. What are you working on down here, anyway?”

Zim fought a flicker of panic but hid it well. “Just some updates for Computer. Their personality has been getting defiant lately.”

“Oh no… please stop… don’t,” Computer chimed in dryly.

Zim pointed upward with frustration. “See what I mean?”

Dib laughed, shaking his head. “Good luck with that. I’ll call you when dinner gets here.” He turned back to the elevator, leaving Zim to return to his plans.

Satisfied with the ring design, Zim began crafting it. Just as he was finishing up, Computer announced that dinner was ready. Zim tucked the unfinished ring in his PAK and headed upstairs. The smell of noodles hit him as he entered the living room, and he eagerly took his seat next to Dib, grabbing his food. They flipped through TV channels, enjoying the warmth of the evening together.

“You’re in a good mood,” Dib commented. “I take it the updates are going well?”

“Oh, yes. The updates.” Zim nodded confidently. “They’re going perfectly. I should be done in a day or so.”

Dib rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “That’s good. Hey, tomorrow night, I want to go on a hike to check out some weird sightings. Word is there’s something strange going on nearby, and I’d love to check it out.”

Zim glanced over, munching on his food. “Does this spooky thing have any unnatural powers I should worry about?”

Dib chuckled, relaxing. “No, nothing like that. Should be an easy night.”

Zim nodded. “Fine. But I don’t want to be out all night.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t,” Dib assured him, flashing a warm smile.

After finishing their food, they watched TV until Dib could barely keep his eyes open. Together, they went to bed, Zim curling up close with his head on Dib’s chest, purring softly. Over time, Dib had come to love this sound; the gentle vibrations lulled him to sleep every night.

The next morning, Zim woke early. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was only 5 a.m. He had two hours until Dib would be up. Slipping out of bed quietly, Zim headed to his lab and continued working on the ring. After an hour of refining details, he held it up between his fingers, beaming with pride. The ring was sleek black with tiny galaxies swirling around inside, an intricate and mesmerizing design that he felt suited Dib perfectly.

“Look at it, Computer! Dib has to say yes to this proposal. That ring from the movie with the humans who have hairy feet has nothing on this.”

Computer sighed. “As if your love wasn’t gross enough, now it’ll be binding.”

Zim rolled his eyes. “Maybe I should update you. You’re overdue for an attitude adjustment.”

“You know you’d miss the banter,” Computer replied dryly.

Smirking, Zim tucked the ring away and headed back upstairs, deciding to surprise Dib with breakfast. He had just started mixing batter for pancakes, throwing in some chocolate chips, when Dib walked in, stretching.

“You’re up early,” Dib remarked with a yawn.

“I could say the same for you. Your alarm isn’t set to go off for another twenty minutes.”

“Couldn’t fall back asleep,” Dib admitted, watching as Zim flipped a pancake onto a plate. “But chocolate chip pancakes? My favorite, thanks, Zim.”

Zim plated up food for Gir as well, who came barreling in. “YAY! PANCAKES!” he cried, trying to grab the syrup.

Zim squinted, holding it out of reach. “I’m pouring the syrup, GIR. You’d just make a mess.” After giving GIR his plate, Zim sat down with Dib, who was watching him with a warm smile.

“What are you staring at, Dib-mate?” Zim asked, raising a brow.

Dib chuckled. “Nothing. I’m just… really happy.”

Zim smiled back, a quiet contentment settling between them.

As Zim and Dib headed off to work, Dib found himself counting down the hours, hoping the weekend would bring something truly special. When the clock struck four, Dib made his way over to the astrophysics department, where Zim was, as usual, waiting for him. They walked down the hallway together, discussing their projects and sharing the highlights of their day. Once they reached the parking lot, Dib casually shifted the conversation.

“So, I was thinking when we go to the hill overlooking the city. It’ll just be for a couple of hours, I thought… maybe we could have a picnic?” Dib suggested, his tone casual but with a hint of something more.

Zim gave an approving nod as he climbed into the car. “Acceptable.”

Back at home, they packed a simple picnic: a few sandwiches, some drinks, and snacks, then headed back to the car for the drive out. Forty-five minutes later, Dib pulled into a nearly deserted parking lot.

The sun was setting as Dib and Zim made their way up the trail. The quiet air was filled with the sounds of the forest—the rustling leaves, the chirping birds settling down for the night. The atmosphere had an unusual calm, a rare stillness that made even Zim’s restless mind go quiet.

“Are we almost there?” Zim grumbled, though he didn’t seem as annoyed as he usually did on these hikes. He glanced at Dib, a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. “Yeah, just a bit further.“ Dib smiled at him. Zim huffed but allowed himself to be led, the faintest hint of anticipation bubbling inside him. Soon, they reached the top of the hill, where an overlook stretched out before them. A breathtaking view awaited. A valley bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the landscape. The colors seemed to blend perfectly, shades of amber and purple melding with the distant horizon.

“Okay, even I’ll admit, this is… impressive,” Zim murmured, captivated. Dib was pleased hearing this. “Are you hungry? Do you want your sandwich now?“ Zim nodded and was handed a sandwich from his backpack. They stood in silence for a while, watching the world slowly darken, the stars beginning to twinkle faintly in the vast sky. Zim seemed entranced by the view, and Dib took a deep breath, gathering his courage. His fingers traced over the smooth surface of something in his pocket, a small ring he’d spent weeks picking out, one he hoped would speak to Zim’s unique tastes.

After a moment, Zim broke the silence, glancing at Dib. “So, are you setting up anything for our hunt? Is there some spooky creature nearby?” Dib finshed off his own food. “Actaully i just needed an excuse to get you up here. There's nothing scary about this place.“ Zim looked at him confused finishing off his sandwich. “Why did we need to come here?“ Dib’s heart raced, his nerves bubbling up. He swallowed, pulling the ring from his pocket and holding it out in his palm. “I… I wanted to bring you here because there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

Zim blinked, staring at the ring with wide eyes. Dib could see his confusion, and a hint of nervousness, beginning to build.“Zim, we’ve been through so much together. From all those weird paranormal hunts to… well, just figuring things out. And I just know that no one gets me like you do. You’re… my home.” Dib’s voice cracked a little, but he pushed through. “I know twenty is a little young but I guess what I’m trying to say is… will you marry me?”

Zim’s gaze flickered between Dib and the ring, his expression one of shock and awe. For a moment, he was speechless—a rare event. Finally, he broke the silence, his voice softer than usual. “You idiot....HA! You idiot!“ Dib was a little taken back by the choice of words but before he could get a word out Zim pulled out the ring from his Pak. “Silly Dib, Zim was supposed to be the one who proposes.“

Dibs eyes met the ring. It was beautiful way better than what Dib was able to buy. He burst out in laughter. “No way! You were going to propose too?!?“ Zim smiled at him and put the ring on Dibs finger.“Of course. Zim had a plan, though it was… underdeveloped. But since you decided to be so forward…”

Dib put the ring on Zims finger. “So is that a yes spaceboy?“ Zim looked at his ring. It was silver with pink diamonds around it. A smile was plastered on his face. “Yes! Of course Zim will marry you.“ They embraced each other and their lips met in a deep kiss. “I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you Zim.“ Zim smiled up at him “You’re stuck with Zim forever now Dib.“ Dib kissed him again. “I wouldn't have it any other way.“

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Dib yawned, stretching his arms over his head before turning off his alarm. Rolling over, he smiled softly at the sight of a still-sleeping Zim. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Time to get up, future Mr. Membrane,” Dib murmured.

Zim groaned, cracking an eye open. “Dib, your mouth is disgusting. Go brush your teeth before you dare put your lips on Zim again.”

Dib playfully rolled his eyes. “And here I was trying to be romantic.”

He got out of bed and headed toward the bathroom, calling over his shoulder, “Be right back.”

Zim sat up, smirking as he watched Dib leave. “You were plenty romantic last night,” he muttered to himself, a small grin tugging at his lips.

As he waited, Zim’s thoughts drifted to the day ahead. Today, they were telling Dib’s sister, Gaz, and his father that they were engaged. His chest buzzed with excitement, and a hint of nervousness. He hoped they’d share in their happiness.

Dib returned, freshly brushed and smiling. “Now, can I kiss you?”

Zim didn’t bother answering. Instead, he pulled Dib into a deep, unrestrained kiss. When they parted, Zim looked at him fondly. “When are we meeting your sister for breakfast?”

“In about an hour,” Dib replied, licking his lips and savoring the lingering sweetness Zim left behind.

“We’d better get moving,” Zim said, climbing out of bed.

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After getting ready, they headed to the diner. On the drive, Zim turned to Dib. “Are you nervous about telling your sister?”

Dib shook his head with a small smile. “Not really. She’s joked before that we act like an old married couple. I think she’ll be happy for us.”

When they arrived, Dib parked and they walked inside. Gaz was already seated in a booth, scrolling through her phone. Dib waved, and they slid into the seat across from her.

“You two seem annoyingly cheerful,” Gaz remarked. “What’s up?”

Zim could barely contain his excitement. Before Dib could respond, he blurted, “We’re engaged!”

Heads turned at Zim’s outburst, and a few patrons clapped. Zim basked in the attention, while Dib turned red and slouched in his seat.

Gaz smirked. “About time. So, when and how did this happen?”

Dib straightened up. “Yesterday. I planned this big sunset proposal overlooking the city, but it turns out Zim was planning to propose too. I just beat him to it.”

Zim nodded, grinning. “You’re lucky I let you steal my moment, Dib.”

Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you two really are made for each other. So, when’s the big day?”

Dib and Zim exchanged a glance. “We haven’t decided yet,” Dib admitted. “But probably soon. Neither of us has a lot of friends or family, so it’ll be small.”

Gaz chuckled. “Let’s face it, neither of you has any friends. Just me and Dad.”

“Exactly,” Dib replied. “We don’t need a big wedding.”

Zim thought for a moment before nodding. “Okay, a small wedding it is. How soon can we make it happen?”

Dib smirked. “Why the rush, Zim?”

Zim crossed his arms, smirking back. “Because once we’re married, everyone will see your ring and know you belong to Zim.”

Dib laughed, shaking his head at Zim’s possessiveness.

Gaz rolled her eyes. “Why not just go to the courthouse? Quick, simple, and you can have cake after.”

Dib looked at Zim. “What do you think? Courthouse wedding, cake at home, no planning stress?” “We don’t really have to plan much,” Dib said casually, leaning back in his chair. “But we can get tuxedos if you want to look sharp.”

Zim tilted his head, considering. “A tuxedo… is this some special outfit reserved for Earthly rituals?”

“Not just for weddings,” Dib explained with a small smile. “They’re for any formal occasion. Usually worn by men, but hey, if you wanted to wear a dress—”

Zim’s eyes narrowed, and he scoffed with mock indignation. “Zim will NOT don female attire! I shall stick with the tuxedo!”

“Okay, tux it is,” Dib replied with a grin. “I’ll call the courthouse after we talk to my dad, and I’ll let you two know once everything’s set up.”

Gaz, who had been quietly munching on her food, nodded nonchalantly. “Sounds good. Congrats, you two.”

After finishing their meal, the trio parted ways, with Dib and Zim heading toward Membrane Labs to share the news with Professor Membrane.

As they drove through the city, Zim stared out the window, his mind a storm of thoughts. What would it be like, being the alien son-in-law of the most renowned scientist on Earth? What if Membrane discovered his true nature? Zim’s imagination spiraled into a dark scenario, being strapped down in some sterile lab while a crowd of scientists dissected him, peeling back layers of Irken flesh while he screamed—

“Zim?” Dib’s voice cut through his thoughts, pulling him back to reality.

Zim glanced at Dib, his face unusually somber. “Dib, now that we’re getting married, do we have a protocol for if your father ever discovers my true identity?”

Dib blinked in surprise but quickly offered a reassuring smile. “You don’t need to worry about that. I’ve been trying to prove you’re an alien my whole life, and he’s never believed me. Not even with solid evidence. Why would he now?”

Zim pondered this, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re right. The fool has seen me without my disguise and even witnessed a giant florpus hole, yet he remains blind to the truth. Perhaps I’ve worried for nothing.”

Dib’s smile faltered for a moment as he thought about his father’s skepticism. The memories of being dismissed, laughed at, and called crazy still stung. But he pushed those feelings aside. If his dad’s disbelief kept Zim safe, then maybe it wasn’t all bad.

The pair soon arrived at Membrane Labs. Parking in the designated spot, they walked inside, greeted the receptionist, and stepped into the elevator. Dib pulled out his special keycard, granting them access to the professor’s private lab.

As they entered, Professor Membrane looked up from a mechanical arm he was tinkering with. He quickly pressed a button, retracting the device into his desk, and turned to greet them. “Hello, boys! What brings you here today?”

“Hey, Dad!” Dib said, walking up with Zim. “What were you working on?”

“Ah, just a minor project,” Membrane said with a dismissive wave. “Nothing urgent. What’s on your mind?”

Dib took a deep breath, grabbing Zim’s hand. “Well… I proposed to Zim, and he said yes. We’re getting married!”

Membrane’s eyes widened in surprise before a broad smile spread across his face. “That’s incredible news, son! Congratulations to you both!”

“Thanks, Dad!” Dib beamed.

Membrane clapped a hand on Dib’s shoulder, his enthusiasm palpable. “When’s the wedding? I’ll need to invite my colleagues, the media, and, oh! The world will want to witness a Membrane wedding!”

Dib’s stomach dropped, and he instinctively squeezed Zim’s hand tighter. Sensing his partner’s discomfort, Zim quickly stepped in. “Actually, Professor, we’re planning something small. Just a courthouse ceremony with you and Gaz. No media, no crowd.”

Membrane’s excitement dimmed slightly, but he nodded in understanding. “If that’s what you want, I’ll support it. Just let me know when and where and Ill be there.”

Dib visibly relaxed, a grateful smile on his face. “Thanks, Dad. We’ll let you know as soon as we finalize everything.”

Back at home, Dib made a few calls. He scheduled their courthouse ceremony for January 5th and set up an appointment at a tuxedo shop for fittings. As he hung up, he joined Zim on the couch.

“Well, that’s done,” Dib said, stretching out beside Zim. “All we need now is the cake, and we’re set.”

Zim smirked, resting his head in Dib’s lap. “Zim approves of this minimal effort. A simple yet glorious wedding is befitting of my greatness.”

Dib laughed, absently running his fingers along one of Zim’s antennae and switching through channels on the Tv. “Yeah, I’m really glad Dad didn’t push for something huge. The last thing we need is a million eyes on us.”

“Agreed,” Zim said with a shiver. “Though, of course, those millions would only gaze upon my magnificence.”

Dib chuckled, leaning down to kiss Zim’s forehead. “What more could I ask for?”

A week passed, and the day of the tuxedo fitting finally arrived. Dib carefully selected a classic black tuxedo paired with a crisp white formal shirt, a vibrant blue tie, and polished black dress shoes. Zim, after some deliberation, chose a nearly identical outfit but opted for a pink tie instead. True to his unique nature, Zim decided he would wear his signature boots to the ceremony, insisting they added a touch of "Zim-ness" to the ensemble. With their outfits secured, the pair left the fitting feeling accomplished and drove to their next stop, the bakery.

For Zim, this was the highlight of the day. The anticipation of sampling human confections had him practically buzzing with excitement. They were greeted by the baker, a warm, middle-aged woman with blonde hair neatly styled in a bun. She introduced herself with a friendly smile. “Hello, you must be Dib and Zim. My name is Rebecca. Thank you so much for letting me be part of your big day.”
Dib smiled in return. “Thanks for fitting us into your busy schedule, Rebecca. I've heard your bakery is one of the best around.”
Rebecca chuckled modestly and began chatting about her bakery’s history and reputation, which Dib found genuinely interesting. He listened attentively, nodding and asking occasional questions. Zim, however, was not as patient. To him, every second Rebecca spent talking felt like an eternity standing between him and the glorious cakes he hoped to devour. The conversation dragged on (or so it seemed to him), and Zim’s irritation grew until he could no longer contain himself.
“Yes, yes, that's all very nice,” Zim interjected, dramatically pointing a finger at Rebecca. “BAKER DRONE! If you would kindly present Zim and Dib with your finest cakes for sampling!” His voice shifted from commanding to polite in the span of a second.
Rebecca blinked in surprise at Zim's sudden outburst, while Dib sighed, his face turning slightly red. “Zim,” Dib muttered under his breath, but Rebecca only laughed softly, brushing off the interruption.
“Well, let’s get right to it, then,” Rebecca said, gesturing for them to follow her. She led them to a table in the back of the bakery, where an array of cake samples was beautifully arranged.

Zim's eyes widened at the sight, his earlier irritation forgotten. “So many choices…” he whispered in awe as they sat down.
Rebecca handed them the first sample. “This one is our classic chocolate cake with buttercream icing,” she explained.
Dib and Zim both took a bite. It was rich and flavorful, far superior to anything store-bought, but it didn’t leave either of them completely impressed. They moved on to other flavors: vanilla, red velvet, almond, and lemon. While Zim enjoyed most of them, he crinkled his would be nose at the lemon flavor, declaring it “unfit for the mighty Zim.” However, none of the options truly stood out to him as extraordinary.

Rebecca then brought out the fruit-filled options. Dib suspected this might be more to Zim’s taste. The first sample was a chocolate cake with strawberry filling. Zim took a bite, and his entire demeanor shifted. His eyes sparkled, and a delighted smile spread across his face. He turned to Dib and gave an enthusiastic nod, wordlessly declaring that this was the one.
Dib laughed at Zim’s excitement. “Let’s finish trying the rest first. Then you can decide for sure.”
Zim playfully rolled his eyes but agreed to humor Dib. They sampled mango, raspberry, and passionfruit fillings, all of which were pleasant, but none could rival the strawberry. Zim knew from the start that nothing else would compare.

“Chocolate cake with buttercream frosting and strawberry filling it is,” Dib said, smiling as Rebecca noted down their order.
Rebecca assured them the cake would be ready on their wedding day. The couple thanked her for her help and left the bakery with wide smiles, the prospect of their big day feeling even more real. For Zim, the anticipation of savoring that cake was second only to the excitement of marrying Dib.

The holidays came and went, and before they knew it, the big day had finally arrived. Gaz had taken on the responsibility of picking up the cake and brought it to Zim and Dib’s house, where it would wait safely until after the ceremony. Excitement buzzed in the air as everyone gathered at the courthouse, dressed in their finest attire.
When they arrived, they noticed a small line of other couples also waiting to exchange their vows. It was clear this day wasn’t just special for them but for many others as well. As they waited, Professor Membrane pulled Dib aside for a private word. Gaz, noticing the gesture, decided to do the same with Zim.

In a quiet corner of the courthouse, Membrane placed his hands firmly on Dib’s shoulders, his expression filled with fatherly pride. “Son, I just want to say how proud I am of you. Watching you grow up has been an incredible journey, and seeing you take this step with Zim fills me with happiness. I’ve spent so much of my life focused on my work that I never had the time to find someone like you have. I’m glad you didn’t make the same mistake.”
Dib smiled warmly, the weight of his father’s words sinking in. “Thanks, Dad. That means a lot to me. Really.”
Membrane nodded, patting Dib’s shoulder affectionately before the two began walking back to the main area.

Meanwhile, Gaz led Zim to a different corner, ignoring the perplexed look on his face. “Alright, listen,” she began, her tone unusually serious. “Take care of my brother, okay? He’s stubborn, reckless, and gets himself into more trouble than anyone I know. But he’s my brother, and I care about him. I’m… glad he has you to look out for him.”
Zim blinked in surprise, realizing this was probably one of the nicest things Gaz had ever said to him. He supposed weddings had a way of bringing out unexpected emotions in humans. Straightening up, he declared, “Zim will always protect his Dib-human! Nothing shall harm him as long as I am here!”
Gaz nodded, her serious expression softening for a moment. “Good. Because if you don’t, I’ll beat the crap out of you.” And with that, she turned and walked away.
Zim swallowed hard, a chill running down his spine. If there was one human who truly frightened him, it was Gaz.

Finally, their names were called. Membrane and Gaz took their seats at the front, watching as Zim and Dib stood together at the podium. Behind it was an officiant who, to Dib’s mild amusement, looked less than thrilled to be there.
The officiant began, his voice steady and formal. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Dib and Zim in marriage. This is a joyous occasion, where two souls come together to share their love, trust, and commitment.”
Dib turned to Zim, smiling as he laced their fingers together.

“Do you, Dib, take Zim to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” Dib responded confidently.
The officiant turned to Zim. “Do you, Zim, take Dib to be your lawfully wedded spouse, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” Zim replied, squeezing Dib’s hands with enthusiasm.

“Now, if you would please exchange your vows,” the officiant prompted.
Dib took a deep breath, gazing into Zim’s eyes. “How do I even put into words how you make me feel? Zim, ever since you came into my life, it’s been nothing short of an adventure. You’ve shown me things I only dreamed of, and you’ve made my life better than I ever imagined. We might have started as enemies, but you’ve become the most amazing and beautiful person I’ve ever known. I love you, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Zim visibly fought back tears, prompting Gaz to call out, “Keep it together, Zim!” Her comment earned laughter from everyone but the officiant, who remained stoic.
After composing himself, Zim began his vows. “Dib, when I first arrived on this planet er, I mean country I was focused only on conquest. You were my greatest adversary, always foiling my plans, the biggest thorn in my side.” Dib smirked at the memory. “But over time, those feelings changed. I never thought I could feel the way I do now. You’ve shown me it’s okay to be different, to embrace who I am. And you’ve taught me that all I really need is you. I’m excited for every moment we’ll share in the future.”
The officiant continued, “The ring is a symbol of your love, an unbroken circle that represents eternity. Dib, please place the ring on Zim’s finger and repeat after me: ‘With this ring, I thee wed.’”
Dib followed the instructions, sliding the ring onto Zim’s finger.
The officiant then turned to Zim. “Zim, please place the ring on Dib’s finger and repeat after me: ‘With this ring, I thee wed.’”
Zim did so, his hands trembling slightly with emotion.

“By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss!”
Dib and Zim leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss full of love and joy.
“It is my honor to present, for the first time, Dib and Zim Membrane!”
As applause broke out, Zim turned to Dib with wide eyes. “That’s it? It’s official?”
Dib chuckled, his smile never fading. “Yep. I’m yours forever.”
Zim raised their intertwined hands triumphantly. “YES!” he shouted as they walked back toward their family.
“Now that that’s over,” Gaz said with a smirk, “let’s go eat some cake.”

Back at the base, Gaz set out the cake, cutlery, and plates. She handed the knife to Dib. “You two get to cut the first slice.”
Dib and Zim held the knife together, cutting a perfect piece before distributing slices to everyone. GIR happily took three slices and wandered off to watch his favorite show.
Membrane raised his fork, smiling warmly. “This has been a marvelous day. I’m so happy for you both.”
Gaz, with her mouth full of cake, nodded. “Yeah, couldn’t have asked for a better day.”
Dib grinned, taking another bite. “It’s been perfect.”

Membrane, ever the scientist, casually added, “Now all that’s left is grandchildren.”
Dib choked on his cake, coughing as Zim patted his back. “We’re not exactly looking to adopt, Dad, so don’t hold your breath.”
Membrane wisely dropped the subject, and the family enjoyed another hour together before leaving Dib and Zim to their privacy.
Later that evening, the newlyweds lay tangled in each other’s arms. Dib rested his head on Zim’s chest, listening to the rhythmic hum of his heart.
“You know,” Zim murmured, running his fingers through Dib’s hair, “I always thought world domination would bring me the greatest joy, but today proved me wrong.”
Dib looked up at him with a soft smile. “Good to know you’re not second-guessing any of this.”
“Of course not!” Zim smirked. “Where would you be without Zim? I am the greatest mate you could ever hope for!”
Dib chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully. “I wouldn’t be as happy, that’s for sure.”
Zim hummed in satisfaction, and before long, they both drifted into peaceful sleep, ready to start the next chapter of their lives together.

Chapter Text

A Year and over 11 Months Later

Zim tossed and turned in bed, his antennae twitching in irritation. Something felt off, but he couldn’t pinpoint what. The unease gnawed at him until, with a sudden jolt, his eyes snapped open. He bolted out of bed, barely making it to the bathroom before he emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

The retching sounds woke Dib, who stumbled out of bed in a panic. “Zim?! Are you okay?” Dib’s voice was laced with worry as he crouched beside his mate.

“What do you think, Dib?” Zim snapped between gasps, gripping the edge of the toilet before another wave of nausea hit him.

Dib rubbed Zim’s back in an attempt to comfort him. “You never get sick. Did you eat something bad?”

Zim spat into the toilet and flushed, standing up shakily with Dib’s help. “I have no idea what’s wrong,” he admitted, voice tinged with irritation and fatigue. “I’ll have the computer scan my Pak after work.”

Dib frowned. “Uh, no. There’s no way you’re going to work today. Come on, back to bed. Ill take care of you today.”

Zim resisted but eventually allowed Dib to lead him back to the bedroom. “Those interns need you, Dib-human. They’d be lost without your guidance. You go to work—I’ll stay here and figure this out.”

“You sure? I don’t like leaving you alone when you’re sick,” Dib said, his brow furrowed with concern.

“A little sickness won’t kill Zim. I’ll handle it and have it sorted by the time you get home.”

After a long pause, Dib reluctantly nodded. “Okay. But if anything happens, call me. I’ll leave work immediately.”

Zim gave him a small smile. “Zim promises to call you if necessary.”

“You want breakfast before I go?” Dib offered.

The thought of food made Zim gag. “No, I’ll be fine. Just go before you’re late.”

Once Dib left, Zim sluggishly made his way to the lab, where he found Gir cradling his rubber piggy and humming a strange lullaby. Gir beamed when he saw Zim. “HIYA MASTER!” He ran to Zim giving him a hug. Gir had been more affectionate as of late but Zim just chalked it up to Gir being Gir

“Not now, Gir,” Zim muttered pushing him away. “I’m not feeling well. Go play while I figure out what’s wrong.”

Gir nodded enthusiastically, his antics fading into the background as Zim approached his computer. “Computer, scan my Pak,” Zim commanded.

As usual, the screen displayed the same error notifications Zim had always ignored. He swiped them away impatiently. “It’s not my Pak,” he murmured. “Computer, scan my organic body!”

The computer complied, and Zim’s eyes scanned the results. His antennae stiffened as he froze, staring at the words Lifeform detected in birthing pouch.

“That’s… impossible,” Zim whispered, his voice trembling.

“Uh, master? Are you okay?” the computer asked hesitantly.

Zim broke into a fit of nervous laughter. “Impossible! There’s something obviously wrong with you, computer. I don’t even have a birthing pouch. No Irken has one!”

The computer sighed and displayed a highlighted notification from his Pak: Birthing pouch detected. Please visit the nearest med bay for removal.

Zim read it over and over, his face pale. “This cannot be happening!” he shrieked. “What am I going to tell Dib? We never even talked about smeets! What if he doesn’t want this and it messes everything up?!”

The computer interrupted, “I can perform a termination if you prefer.”

Zim hesitated, his hand instinctively resting on his stomach. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. “No. Not yet.” He paced back and forth.

“Worst case, we can get rid of it and I’ll have the pouch removed so this never happens again,” Zim muttered, his voice cold and distant. He turned toward the elevator to return to the main level but hesitated as his hand instinctively rested on his lower stomach. A flicker of doubt crept into his mind. Did he truly want to get rid of it? The thought lingered. It would be part of both him and Dib. A creation of them together. The greatest child ever born, obviously.

He glanced down where his hand rested, and a strange pang tugged at him. Was it sadness? He wasn’t sure. Why would he feel sad over something that wasn’t even truly alive yet? Shaking off the peculiar feeling, Zim straightened himself and continued into the elevator, his expression tense and unreadable.

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The hours dragged on as Zim spent most of his time lying on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. His body had calmed down; the intense sickness had faded into a faint nausea that he chalked up to nerves. He managed to force down some plain toast, grateful that it didn’t upset his stomach further. He settled on watching the National Geographic channel to pass the time. The irony of a commercial for a pregnancy test flashing on the screen wasn’t lost on him, though he found no humor in it.

---

Dib arrived home around 5 p.m., holding a box of pizza and breadsticks. “Figured you wouldn’t feel up to cooking dinner,” he said, setting the food down on the counter. “Your texts were kind of vague. How are you feeling?”

Zim looked up at him, a flicker of worry crossing his face. How was he going to say this? “Well, the good news is that I’m not dying,” he said, attempting to sound casual.

Dib’s expression brightened slightly. “Well, that’s a relief! What was it, then? Did you eat something weird?” he asked, pulling plates from the cabinet and setting them on the table.

“Not exactly,” Zim murmured, taking a seat and accepting the plate Dib handed him. He toyed with a slice of cheese pizza, his appetite nonexistent.

Dib’s brow furrowed, his attention caught by the unusual tone in Zim’s voice. “Zim... what’s wrong?”

Zim drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Do you remember a while back when I told you all Irkens are sterile?”

Dib nodded, confusion evident. “Yeah, I remember. Why?”

“Well,” Zim continued, his gaze dropping to his hands, “that’s true for every Irken... except me.”

Dib froze, his hands hovering midair. His expression shifted as realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. “Wait… wait… are you saying… you’re… and we’re going to…?” He sank into the nearest chair, wide-eyed and pale.

Zim, seeing Dib’s reaction, began to panic. “Dib, it’s fine! The computer can… can get rid of it, and I can have the pouch removed. This doesn’t have to be an issue.”

Dib’s head snapped up, alarmed. “Get rid of it? Zim, you can’t just— I mean, not unless you want to. It’s your choice.”

Zim blinked in surprise, unsure how to respond. “Wait… you don’t want me to get rid of it?”

“No,” Dib said earnestly, leaning forward. “Not unless that’s what you want.”

Zim glanced down at his stomach and back up at Dib. A quiet moment passed before he finally said, “...I want to keep it.”

Dib’s face lit up with a wide smile as he immediately pulled Zim into a hug. “Then we’re keeping it. We’re going to be parents, Zim!”

Zim hesitated before wrapping his arms around Dib’s neck, his usual bravado melting into a rare moment of vulnerability. “How did this even happen?” Dib asked.

“You know how this happened, Dib,” Zim teased.

“No, I mean… how are Irkens and humans even compatible?”

“That, I don’t know,” Zim admitted. “There’s very little information on Irken mating. Whatever exists is classified for the Tallest only.”

Dib sat back, his curiosity piqued. “And this took a while to happen. What are the odds of something like this?”

Zim tilted his head toward the ceiling. “Computer, what’s the probability of conception in this situation?”

“Probability is 0.02%,” the computer replied flatly.

Both Zim and Dib stared at each other in stunned silence before Dib finally laughed. “This is basically a miracle.”

“It would seem that way,” Zim said, managing a small smile.

Dib stood and grabbed another slice of pizza. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’ve worked up an appetite. And you need to eat, too. You’re eating for two now!”

Zim grimaced, pushing his plate away. “I’m not really hungry at the moment. When do you want to tell your family?”

Dib chewed thoughtfully before answering. “Whenever you’re ready. I’m… uh… not exactly sure how we’re going to tell my dad, though.”

One of Zim's eyes squinted at Dib confused until they both widened, and he gasped dramatically. “Oh my Irk—your father! Human males don’t get pregnant! How are we going to explain this to him? He’s going to find out about me, cut me open, and hurt the smeet and—”

Dib dropped his food and rushed to Zim’s side, kneeling in front of him. He took Zim’s hands and looked him in the eye. “Breathe, Zim. In and out. Slowly. We’ve got time before he notices anything, okay? We’ll figure this out. I promise.”

Zim’s panicked breaths gradually slowed as Dib’s steady voice calmed him. “I know it’s hard, but try not to stress. It’s not good for you or the baby.”

Zim nodded, his breathing finally evening out. “Maybe… we should call Gaz. She might help us come up with a plan.”

Dib smiled, giving Zim’s hands a reassuring squeeze. “That’s a great idea.”

It took about thirty minutes for Gaz to arrive, though it felt like much longer. Dib had interrupted her gaming session by calling over and over, and she was ready to give him an earful. But when he finally said it was “kind of an emergency,” her curiosity got the better of her. She figured it was worth finding out what kind of trouble he and Zim had gotten themselves into this time.

When Gaz walked in, she immediately noticed something was off. Dib greeted her with a smile and went in for a hug, which she automatically shoved him off of, as usual. But what really caught her attention was Zim. He looked… nervous. She didn’t recognize the expression on his face, and his shaky smile did little to hide it.

“What’s this about?” she asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow.

Dib sat down on the couch next to Zim and, to her surprise, took his hand. “Okay, so… you’re not going to believe this, but, uh… Zim’s pregnant.”

Gaz’s eyes widened, a rare expression for her, and Dib couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her so visibly caught off guard. “Wait. But… you’re a guy… right?”

“Yes, Zim is male,” Zim answered stiffly. “But things work differently with my species, and I would rather not explain the details to you.”

“Fair enough,” Gaz said, shrugging. She turned her attention to Dib. “You idiots didn’t plan for something like this?”

“To be fair, Zim told me all Irkens were sterile,” Dib defended.

“Which is true!” Zim chimed in, almost defensively.

“Except him,” Dib added, “because he’s, well, different. But he didn’t know that!”

“Which is also true,” Zim confirmed.

Gaz pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling in frustration. “You idiots. So, what do you two plan on doing?”

Dib and Zim exchanged a glance before Zim finally spoke. “We’re keeping it… if that’s what you mean,” he said quietly. “But… we don’t know how to handle your father.”

“We don’t know what to tell him,” Dib admitted. “This might actually make him believe in aliens, and even if it doesn’t, he’d find some reason to make it weird. I'd like to think he wouldn't do anything even if he did believe me but I can’t take that risk not just because of Zim anymore, but also for the baby.”

Gaz tilted her head, thinking for a moment. “What if we told him Zim was trans?”

Dib’s face lit up with sudden excitement. “That’s perfect! Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Because you’re an idiot,” Gaz replied flatly.

Zim frowned in confusion. “Wait. What is ‘trans’?”

Gaz gave a quick explanation. “It’s when someone is born in the wrong body. Like, someone who was born female but presents as male. We’ll just tell him that’s what you are.”

Zim looked at Dib, incredulous. “Zim is no female!”

Dib raised his hands in a placating gesture. “I know, I know! But Zim, this is the only explanation that’s going to make sense to him. It’s all we’ve got.”

Zim growled under his breath but ultimately relented, crossing his arms in defeat. “Fine.”

“How far along are you, anyway?” Gaz asked, glancing at Zim’s stomach.

Zim shrugged and called out, “Computer, how far along is Zim?”

“A little over a month.“ It replied.

Gaz smirked and looked between the two of them. “So… the Halloween party, huh?”

Dib laughed nervously while Zim elbowed him in the ribs.

“Gross,” Gaz muttered. “When’s the due date? Computer, when is Zim due?”

The computer sighed. “I cannot provide an exact date, but it will likely be sometime in July by the rate it's growing. We don't really have anything to go on”

“You’re going to be miserable in the summer,” Gaz said with a smirk.

“Thanks, Gaz,” Zim replied, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t mention it. Anyway, since it looks like you two have this mostly figured out, I’m going back home.” She waved a dismissive hand as she walked out the door.

---

“Feel any better now?” Dib asked as he sat back on the couch.

Zim leaned into him, resting his head on Dib’s chest. “I think so,” he murmured.

Dib ran his fingers through Zim’s antenna, earning a soft, contented purr. “Don’t worry, space boy. I won’t let anything happen to you or our baby.”

Zim chuckled softly, his eyes fluttering shut. “I thought I was the one doing the protecting in this relationship.”

“Well,” Dib teased, “you’ve done most of the saving.”

“Most?”

“Okay, fine, all of it. But now it’s my turn. You trust me, right?”

Zim smiled, looking up at him. “Of course I do.”

Chapter Text

Zim bent down and turned on the faucet, watching as warm, cleansing gel began to fill the tub. He walked over to the mirror, stripping off his clothing. His reflection caught his attention as he turned slightly to the side, his eyes locking onto the small bump at the base of his stomach. Gently, he placed a hand over it, rubbing along the subtle curve. The computer had informed him he was a little over two months along, but he hadn’t expected the smeet to grow this quickly. Then again, he didn’t really know what to expect. There were no records of natural-born smeets or any documented accounts of pregnant Irkens. They were venturing into completely uncharted territory.

Zim was shaken from his thoughts when he heard Dib enter the bathroom. “I got some Epsom salt,” Dib announced, setting the bag on the sink. “Supposed to help you relax.” Dib’s gaze drifted, his eyes following Zim’s arm to where his hand rested on the small bump. “Whoa…”

“It’s noticeable to you too?” Zim asked, tilting his head. “Yeah,” Dib said, nodding. “You can’t tell when you’re dressed, but… wow. This is really happening. There’s something in there.” He knelt down, placing a hand on the curve, rubbing it gently. Zim placed his hand over Dib’s. “With how fast the smeet is growing, we might not be able to hide this from people for much longer.”

“We’ll stick to the original plan,” Dib replied, looking up. “When we tell my dad—if he doesn’t figure it out on his own—we’ll say you’re trans. As for people at work, well, it’s none of their business anyway.” He offered Zim a reassuring smile. “I suppose that’s the only plan we’ve got,” Zim said, glancing at the bag of Epsom salt. “So, this salt is supposed to help Zim relax?” Dib stood, chuckling. “Yep. Humans use it all the time. It helps with muscle relaxation and stuff like that.” He helped Zim into the warm bath and poured some of the salt into the gel-filled water. Zim sighed, leaning his head back against the tub as Dib lathered a rag with gel and began gently washing Zim’s arms. For a while, they sat in comfortable silence until Dib spoke. “How many times did you get sick today?” Dib asked, his voice tinged with concern. Zim closed his eyes as Dib worked on his arms. “Four times. Luckily, my spooch seems to settle in the evenings.”

“Would it help if I told you that’s normal? Pregnant women go through it all the time,” Dib said, moving to rub Zim’s legs. Zim snorted. “What about this is normal, Dib-mate? The part where an Irken is mating outside his species, or the part where the Irken is pregnant by said species? Take your pick.” Dib smirked. “Okay, yeah, nothing about this is normal. But so far, your symptoms are pretty standard. Next up is probably mood swings, which I’m not looking forward to.” Zim flicked Dib’s forehead. “Ouch!”

“Zim will have complete control of his moods. This smeet might be upsetting my gut meats for now, but he has no control over my amazing Pak or my superior organic brain.”

“That’s… not exactly how pregnancy works,” Dib said, rubbing his forehead. “The mood swings come from hormone fluctuations, and who knows how that’ll affect you. Wait, did you say he?”

“I’m speculating about the sex,” Zim replied casually. “So, you don’t know for sure?”

“Well, no, but we have a fifty-fifty shot, right? Besides, would you prefer a female? The ones I’ve known are terrifying.” Zim shuddered. “The only females you really know are my sister and Tak… okay, you might have a point,” Dib admitted with a shrug. The doorbell rang, drawing their attention. Zim looked up and instructed the computer to show the front door. A screen descended, displaying a delivery person dropping off a package. “Did you order something?” Zim asked. Dib thought for a moment before remembering. “Oh, yeah. Something for you, actually. Nothing major. I’ll grab it.” Zim stood from the tub. “I’m done anyway. Hand me a towel, and I’ll meet you in the living room.” After handing Zim the towel, Dib went to retrieve the package.

Opening it, he pulled out a book. “What’s that?” Zim asked, entering the living room in a pink robe. Dib handed him the book. “What to Expect When You’re Expecting.” Zim flipped through the pages briefly before scoffing. “You think this human pregnancy book applies to Zim? As I’ve said, my Irken body is far superior. I won’t be needing this.” He handed the book back. “Zim, you already have the first main symptom: morning sickness. Chances are, with a half-human baby, you’ll experience more. It’s better than nothing, which is exactly what you have on Irken pregnancies,” Dib countered. Zim waved his hand with dramatically. “As if this situation could possibly get any worse!” he declared, his voice dripping with exaggerated indignation.

Dib, exhaling a long-suffering sigh, pinched the bridge of his nose before clasping his hands together in a pleading gesture. “Zim, sweetie, just humor me, okay? Give the book a chance. What harm could it possibly do?” Zim rubbed his chin thoughtfully, his antennae twitching slightly as he considered the request. After a moment, he let out a haughty sigh. ... “I suppose it couldn’t hurt. Fine. Zim will humor the Dib.” Dib smiled, visibly relieved, and handed the book back to him. “Great. Thanks. I’m going to grab dinner. Be back in a little while.” He turned and headed for the door, tossing a parting remark over his shoulder. “Try not to start any intergalactic incidents while I’m gone!”

Zim watched him leave, then turned his attention to the book, eyeing it skeptically. Flopping onto the couch, he cracked it open and muttered, “This better not insult Zim’s superior intellect.” Settling into the cushions, he flipped through the first few chapters, skipping over the information about getting pregnant and the first month. “Bah, irrelevant,” he muttered, finally landing on Chapter Three. His eyes scanned the section on early symptoms, noting mentions of morning sickness, cravings, hormonal shifts, and something called breast tenderness. Curious, Zim glanced down at his chest and gave it an experimental poke. Nothing. Of course not—he wasn’t some weak human. Smirking to himself, he muttered, “Irken superiority remains unchallenged.” As he continued reading, the section on fetal development caught his attention. The descriptions were oddly fascinating, though some of the terminology was unfamiliar. He made a mental note to ask Dib about this “ultrasound” the book mentioned. But his focus shifted abruptly when he reached a passage about common pregnancy concerns, including something called a miscarriage. Zim froze. His antennae stiffened, and his eyes narrowed on the words. “Smeets can just... die? Before they’re even born?” A weight settled in his chest as he reread the section, his mind racing with the implications. He hadn’t considered the possibility of losing the smeet. Panic creeping into his voice, he called out, “Computer!” The AI’s monotone voice replied, “Yes, master?”

“What is the probability that the smeet will develop to full term?” Zim demanded, his tone sharp. A brief pause, then the answer: “As of now, thirty-two percent. It was lower previously.” Zim’s eyes widened in alarm. “Thirty-two percent?! Why didn’t you tell me it was so low?!” There was a moment of silence before the computer replied flatly, “You didn’t ask.” Zim growled, his fists clenching. “From now on, any updates regarding the smeet. No matter how insignificant, are to be reported to me immediately. Is that understood?”

“Yes, master.” Taking a deep breath, Zim forced himself to refocus on the book. The next section mentioned the importance of proper nutrition and supplements to support a healthy pregnancy. He resolved to discuss this with Dib later; they would need to figure out the best options for an Irken carrying a hybrid smeet. A few minutes later, Dib walked back through the door, carrying a bag of Chinese food. “Got your usual chow mein with honey,” he said, handing Zim a container before plopping onto the couch with his own meal. Zim opened his food and took a cautious sniff. His antennae twitched, and he flinched back in surprise, a sudden wave of nausea hitting him. He turned to Dib, who was already digging into his orange chicken. Dib noticed Zim staring at him and raised an eyebrow. “What?” he asked around a mouthful of food. Zim pointed at Dib’s chicken. “Let me try some of that,” he demanded. Dib blinked, confused. “Uh... you don’t eat meat, remember?”

“Ugh, I don’t want to hear it. Just give it to Zim!” Rolling his eyes, Dib sighed and pushed a few pieces of chicken onto Zim’s noodles. Zim took a tentative bite, his expression immediately lighting up. Without hesitation, he devoured the rest, savoring each piece with surprising enthusiasm. Dib watched in disbelief. “Soooo… you can just eat meat now?” he asked, chuckling. “That’s literally a common pregnancy symptom, cravings for weird foods.” Zim didn’t respond at first, his attention focused entirely on Dib’s remaining chicken. Finally, he looked up. “Are you going to eat the rest of that?” Dib sighed and swapped containers with Zim. “You’re lucky I like chow mein,” he muttered, twirling noodles around his chopsticks. Zim, now fully absorbed in his meal, replied matter-of-factly, “A human craving is simply giving in to something they desire. Zim, however, is merely consuming what the smeet requires. This is not indulgence.“ Dib smirked, shaking his head. “Whatever you say, Zim.” Deciding it wasn’t worth arguing, he returned to his meal.

After scarfing down his food, Zim turned to Dib with a serious expression. “I found something out about the smeet today,” he began. “They only have a thirty-two percent chance of making it to term.” Dib’s eyes widened with concern. “Only thirty-two percent? Is there any way we can improve those odds?”

“I’ve been reading about something called a miscarriage,” Zim explained, his tone uncharacteristically grave. “Apparently, to lower the risk, it’s important to maintain a good diet and take supplements. I’ll need to have the computer scan me to determine exactly what I need.” Dib gave a small, encouraging smile. “See? That book is already helping. Let’s have the computer check you out and figure this out together.”

Once they finished eating, the pair headed to the lab. Zim strode purposefully to his workstation. “Computer, scan me and analyze the smeet’s condition.” A long tube descended from the ceiling, emitting a glowing red light as it meticulously scanned Zim from head to toe. Once the scan was complete, Zim turned to the monitor, watching lines of text scroll across the screen. “Hmm… folic acid, iron, iodine, zinc, vitamin D,” Zim read aloud. “That’s a lot of what a human fetus needs,” Dib remarked, stepping closer to peer at the screen. Zim crossed his arms, his antennae twitching thoughtfully. “Yes, it seems the smeet may be more human than I anticipated. Fascinating. Computer! Create a supplement containing everything listed for me to take daily.” The computer whirred to life, its mechanical arms swiftly assembling the supplement. Within minutes, a small pill bottle was placed beside Zim. He unscrewed the lid, retrieved a single pill, and swallowed it without hesitation. “This should help improve the smeet’s chances,” Zim said firmly, his voice filled with determination. Dib nodded, his worry easing slightly. “We’ll do whatever it takes to give them the best chance.” Zim turned to Dib with a thoughtful expression. “I read about something called an ultrasound. I believe the computer can perform a similar procedure so we can see the smeet.” Dib’s face lit up with excitement. “It can? That’s amazing! Computer, scan Zim and pull up a live feed of the smeet.” Obligingly, the computer lowered its familiar long tube, which emitted a soft hum as it scanned Zim, stopping at his stomach. The pair turned their attention to the monitor, their expressions shifting to awe as the image appeared. On the screen, they saw a tiny figure resembling a human, with a small head, hands, and feet. Most strikingly, perched on the head were two very tiny antennae. “Wow,” Dib breathed. “He looks so… human.” He crossed his arms, tilting his head in thought. “Nothing like an Irken smeet.” Zim’s expression flickered with irritation. “Hmph. Of course, he looks human. That’s because he’s a hybrid!”

“But look,” Dib said, pointing at the screen. “He has little antennae. Maybe my human genes are superior, and the antenna are just a lucky carryover.” He smirked, clearly enjoying the chance to tease. “Oh, please,” Zim scoffed, straightening with pride. “He’s clearly adapting to the environment around him. This shows his genius already. Proof he’s inherited my brilliance!” Dib rolled his eyes, though a small smile tugged at his lips. The room fell into a comfortable silence as they both stared at the monitor, captivated by the tiny life displayed before them. After a moment, Dib broke the quiet. “I think I’m going to call my dad and see if we can go see him tomorrow. We should probably let him know what’s going on.” Zim gave a reluctant nod. “I suppose it’s better to get that out of the way now rather than later.” The rest of the evening passed uneventfully as the boys lounged on the couch, watching TV. Eventually, they retired to the bedroom and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Zim woke up feeling nauseated again. He barely had time to gag before rushing to the bathroom and emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet. The sound woke Dib, who groaned groggily but quickly sprang into action. Hopefully, this doesn’t last much longer, he thought to himself as he hurried to the bathroom. Zim spat into the toilet and flushed, his expression one of pure misery. “I wish there was something I could do to help,” Dib said, his voice full of concern. “Ugh, me too,” Zim grumbled as he shakily stood up. Dib offered a small smile. “Well, we don’t have to meet my dad until later. Hopefully, your stomach will settle down by then.”

“We can only hope,” Zim muttered, glancing down at his stomach. He gave it an annoyed glare. “Smeet, I command you to stop making me throw up!” Dib stifled a laugh as Zim looked back up at him with a pout. “I don’t understand the point of making me sick,” Zim complained, crossing his arms. “I think it has something to do with hormones,” Dib explained with a light chuckle. “Something your body apparently has in common with pregnant women.” Zim scoffed but didn’t argue, muttering something incoherent under his breath. Dib tried to change the subject. “Anyway, why don’t we get ready and just relax here until it’s time to meet my dad?” Zim gave a small nod of agreement and trudged back to the bedroom while Dib hopped into the shower. The next few hours passed peacefully. Breakfast consisted of waffles topped with strawberries. A meal Dib was grateful Zim could keep down, and some lazy TV time on the couch. Eventually, it was time to head out.

They arrived at Membrane Labs, Zim walking briskly past the overly cheerful receptionist without even acknowledging her. Dib followed close behind, and together they stepped into the elevator. The ride was quiet at first, the only sound being the hum of the machinery as they ascended to Professor Membrane’s private lab. Eventually, Zim broke the silence. “Are you sure your father will believe us?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with nervousness. Dib gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Zim. Trust me, my dad’s mind isn’t going to jump straight to ‘alien.’” Zim nodded slowly, though his unease was still evident. Moments later, the elevator doors slid open, and they stepped into the brightly lit lab. Professor Membrane greeted them with his usual enthusiasm. “Ah, hello, son! Zim! I hope everything is going well. What brings you here today?” Dib glanced at Zim and grabbed his hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. “Well, Dad, we have some exciting news,” Dib began, his tone warm and confident. “Zim is pregnant.” The professor froze for a moment, his gaze shifting between the two of them. “Uh… son, how is that even possible?” Dib let out an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, Dad… Zim’s actually trans. At the time, we didn’t think that information was super relevant because, honestly, we didn’t see this happening. But it did, and we’re really excited about it.” Dib released Zim’s hand and draped an arm around his shoulder. Zim offered a small, nervous smile, unsure of how the professor would respond. Without missing a beat, Membrane threw his head back and laughed. “Of course he is! This is fantastic news. A new member of the family! How exciting!” Zim blinked in surprise, his tension easing slightly. “You’ll need the best care, of course,” Membrane continued, his enthusiasm unwavering. “Nothing but the best for my son-in-law. I know a few excellent obstetricians at the hospital who can—” “Actually, Dad,” Dib interrupted gently, “Zim wants a home birth, and we’ve already chosen a midwife.”

“Oh, you have?” Membrane raised an eyebrow.

“We have?” Zim asked, his voice rising in confusion as he glanced at Dib. Dib grinned and nodded. “Yeah, we’ve got it all figured out. We’ll keep you updated with ultrasound pictures and all that stuff.” Membrane rubbed his chin thoughtfully but didn’t press further. “Hmmm, alright, son. Whatever you say. I trust you two to handle things.” Both Dib and Zim let out quiet sighs of relief, their shoulders visibly relaxing. “Okay, Dad, we’ll let you get back to work,” Dib said, steering Zim toward the elevator. “We’ll call you if there’s any big news.”

“Sounds good, son,” Membrane replied with a wave, already turning back to his desk. As the elevator doors closed, Zim exhaled deeply, glancing at Dib. “A midwife, huh?” He remembered reading about them in the pregnancy book. “It’s better than him insisting you give birth at a hospital with a ‘real’ doctor,” Dib said with a faint smile. “Good point,” Zim agreed. “I suppose you’ll need to read up on how to deliver a child.” His tone was casual, almost dismissive. Dib let out a shaky breath, his nervousness evident. “Y-yeah, I guess I do.” Zim immediately noticed the change in Dib’s mood. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice softer than usual. As they exited the elevator and headed toward the parking lot, Dib hesitated before answering. “It’s just... sometimes things go wrong during childbirth,” he admitted, his eyes focused ahead. “I don’t know. I’ll need to study up on it. Actually, there’s a class called Lamaze that might be helpful for you.” Zim opened the car door and climbed in, strapping himself in as he looked at Dib curiously. “What’s Lamaze?” “It’s a birthing class,” Dib explained as he got into the driver’s seat. “Pregnant women and their partners go to learn things like proper breathing techniques during labor, different birthing positions, and ways to manage pain. Stuff like that.” Zim chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. “As if Zim doesn’t know how to breathe. Besides, I don’t want to partake in some silly human nonsense. Only humans would need to be taught how to breathe during a birthing.” Dib rolled his eyes as he started the car. “It’s not just about breathing, Zim. Labor is... intense. Painful. At least, if it’s anything like human labor. I’d rather be prepared, just in case.” Zim huffed but finally relented. “Fine. If you truly think it will be beneficial, I’ll participate. But find a way for us to do it at home. I refuse to endure such nonsense in public.” Dib smiled, relieved. “Deal.”

A few days passed, and Dib and Zim returned home from work, both looking a bit tired. “Ready to give the video a try?” Dib asked as he shrugged off his coat and hung it up. “If I must,” Zim replied reluctantly, crossing his arms. “Great. You get comfortable on the floor, and I’ll pull up the website,” Dib said, grabbing the remote and opening the browser on the TV. He navigated to the Lamaze class website while Zim grabbed a pillow to sit on. Once Zim was settled, Dib started the video and sat behind him for support. The video opened with a smiling instructor standing in front of a room full of pregnant women and their partners. She greeted the class warmly before announcing that she was about to show a graphic birth video. Dib immediately paused the video. “Okay, so... I’ve never seen anything like this before, and I’m pretty sure you haven’t either. Just a heads-up, this is going to be intense.” Zim looked up at him, clearly unimpressed. “It’s just the birth process, correct? How bad could it be?” Dib sighed and muttered, “Alright, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” before pressing play. The video transitioned to a woman in a hospital bed, her feet propped up in stirrups as she screamed in pain. The narrator explained the stages of labor while the camera zoomed in on the baby’s head “crowning.” Zim’s eyes widened in absolute horror. “Oh my Irk, what is that?!” he shouted, pointing at the screen. Dib tried to keep a straight face. “Like the lady said—it’s the baby. That’s how it comes out.” Zim’s panic escalated as he stared at the screen. “But look how big it is! And... oh no. Oh no! Your head is gigantic! This thing is going to tear me apart!” Dib placed a calming hand on Zim’s shoulder and started gently rubbing. “Relax, Zim. It’s not going to tear you apart. And my head is not gigantic,” he added with a hint of irritation. Zim took a few deep breaths, still wide-eyed but slowly calming down. He turned his attention back to the screen, forcing himself to watch the rest of the video. After the intense, graphic birth scene finally ended, the instructor reappeared and began explaining various breathing exercises to help manage pain during labor. Zim, now slightly traumatized, muttered, “Humans are truly bizarre creatures,” but begrudgingly followed along with Dib as they practiced the techniques. “You see how breathing can help?” Dib asked as he gently rubbed Zim’s shoulders, trying to gauge his reaction. Zim rolled his eyes playfully but couldn’t help but admit, “Okay, maybe the techniques are calming me down.” Dib smirked, pleased that Zim was starting to relax. “Just like she said, it helps with pain management, too.”

The rest of the video demonstrated various techniques that Dib could use to help Zim during labor, including massages for Zim’s back. Zim welcomed this, as his lower back had begun to ache recently, likely due to the added weight of the smeet. He had never considered how much his body might change to accommodate the pregnancy. They also learned about different positions that could help ease the pain, like squatting, rocking, and using a birthing ball. As the video progressed, though, it began to feel a little overwhelming for Zim. After a few more demonstrations, he sighed and looked over at Dib. “Can we watch the rest of this later?” he asked, clearly exhausted. “We don’t really need to know anything else right now anyway,” Dib said reassuringly. “We’ve still got a few months.” Zim gave him an uneasy smile, but Dib immediately noticed the tension in his expression. “What’s wrong, Zim?” Zim hesitated, then sighed deeply. “It’s just... I didn’t think birth was like this. That woman sounded like she was dying, Dib! The smeet is already on track to be pretty human. What if my body works the same way, and that happens to me?!” His voice shook with anxiety. Dib quickly held up his hands in a calming gesture. “Breathe, Zim. It’s going to be okay.” He gently placed his hands on Zim’s shoulders. “I’ll be with you every step of the way, no matter what.” Zim, still feeling unsettled, took a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself. The breathing technique he had just learned seemed to help calm his nerves, and he slowly began to feel less tense. “I know you will,” he said quietly, offering Dib a shaky smile. Dib smiled back warmly. “I promise, Zim. If a human can do it, so can the amazing Zim.” Zim recognized the compliment for what it was. Dib was definitely buttering him up, but he didn’t mind. He agreed wholeheartedly. “You’re right! Of course, a superior Irken like myself can do this. If humans have survived long enough to naturally pass their young, then so can I!” Dib’s grin widened. “That’s the spirit!” Zim straightened up, his confidence returning. “Nothing’s going to stop me.”

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Zim and Dib wandered through the baby store, their eyes darting across the extravagant and whimsical decor. The shop was sprawling, its neon lights casting a soft, warm glow over rows of plush, colorful furniture and accessories. A grand chandelier made entirely of tiny baby bottles hung from the ceiling, sparkling with fairy lights. The walls were alive with holographic displays showing dreamy animations of fluffy clouds, twinkling stars, and adorable baby animals. Even the floor was soft and padded, giving the sensation of walking on a cloud. Zims face wrinkled, his antennae twitching under his wig as he took in the overly cozy atmosphere. “This place is so... soft,” he muttered, a faint note of disdain in his voice. “It’s a baby store, Zim. Of course it’s soft,” Dib replied with a smirk, clearly amused. They began walking, their shopping cart squeaking slightly as they pushed it down the aisles lined with shelves of soft plushies and colorful toys. Zim stopped abruptly, reaching out to grab a stuffed lion. He held it up to eye level, studying it intently. “What is the purpose of this squishy Earth beast? Is it meant to be a weapon?” he asked, his tone a mix of confusion and suspicion. Dib chuckled and shook his head. “It’s not a weapon, Zim. Babies and kids play with them. They’re good for stimulation, comfort... even teething, sometimes.” Zim held the lion between his clawed fingers at arms length. “You think my smeet will want to play with the likes of these... things?” he asked, his voice dripping with skepticism. Dib rolled his eyes, snatched the lion from Zim’s grasp, and returned it to the shelf. “It’s a baby, Zim. Babies love soft toys. Besides, the computer said the smeet is looking more human so far, so we should go by what human babies like.” He began sifting through the plushies, casually inspecting each one. Zim narrowed his eyes. “She? How do you know it’s a female?”

“I don’t,” Dib admitted, picking up a stuffed star and turning it over in his hands. “But I’ve been thinking about it, and I think I’d like a girl.” Zim scoffed, crossing his arms. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin when it comes to raising a female!” Dib shrugged, dropping the star toy into the cart. “Can’t be any different than raising a little boy,” he said simply, continuing to scan the shelf for more plushies. Before Zim could fire back with a rebuttal, Dib’s eyes lit up. He grabbed a green alien plushie, his excitement written all over his face, and shoved it right into Zim’s. “Look, Zim! It’s you!” Dib exclaimed, barely suppressing his laughter. Zim’s cheeks flushed faintly as he took the alien plushie from Dib’s hands, studying it with a mix of curiosity and embarrassment. “This looks nothing like me,” he muttered, though he still dropped it into the cart. Dib smirked, clearly amused, and gave the cart a push, motioning for Zim to follow.

They wandered into a new aisle filled with racks of tiny baby clothes, the soft fabrics and pastel colors creating an almost overwhelming display. Dib immediately dove in, sorting through the racks with unrestrained enthusiasm. “Check this out,” Dib said, pulling out a tiny blue onesie adorned with a spaceship and stars. The words Just Arrived were stitched across the front in shimmering silver thread. He held it up proudly. “This is perfect! This has to be the baby’s first outfit.” Zim took the onesie from Dib, holding it up against his stomach with a critical expression. “This is how big the smeet will be when it comes out?” he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Probably,” Dib replied with a casual shrug. “That’s about standard newborn size. Are Irken smeets smaller?” Zim’s face paled slightly at the thought. His eyes widened as he processed the implications. “Yes... they are much smaller.” He swallowed hard, a flicker of panic creeping into his voice. “Dib, what if I explode?! My body can’t possibly carry something so big!” Recognizing the growing anxiety in Zim’s voice, Dib quickly set the onesie aside and placed his hands firmly on Zim’s shoulders. “Zim, calm down,” he said, his tone reassuring. Zim, who had managed to keep his usual bravado intact for most of the shopping trip, now looked visibly rattled. His antennae drooped slightly as he muttered, “This is going to be a disaster. I’m going to swell up like one of those horrifying Earth balloons!” Dib suppressed a laugh but kept his voice steady. “Zim, you’re going to be fine. You’re tough, you’ve been through worse. And hey, you’ve got me here. We’ll handle this together.” Zim’s eyes darted away, his expression softening slightly. Ever since they’d watched that graphic birth video together, Zim had been plagued by periodic bouts of dread. It was clear that, despite his brave exterior, the thought of the unknown and the physical toll was starting to weigh on him. With a sigh, Zim straightened his posture, shaking off the panic as best as he could. “Yes, of course! Zim can handle anything! Even the horrors of birthing a smeet!” His voice, though steady, still held a faint tremor. “That’s the spirit,” Dib said with a grin, giving Zim’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Now, let’s pick out a few more outfits before you start thinking about exploding again.” They each picked out a handful of their favorite baby outfits, the cart slowly filling with soft, colorful onesies and tiny accessories. Zim couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto his face as he examined the miniature clothes. His moods were swinging wildly today, shifting from panic to amusement in the span of minutes, but for now, he seemed content.

After finishing in the baby aisle, they wandered over to the maternity section. Dib glanced at Zim and hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “We should probably pick out some clothes for you too, Zim. You’re coming up on four months, and soon you won’t be able to fit into your normal stuff.” He tried to sound as gentle as possible, fully aware of how easily Zim could spiral into another meltdown. Zim paused, his antennae twitching slightly under his wig, but instead of protesting, he began skimming through the racks of clothing, humming softly to himself. He thumbed through tops in solid colors and a few pairs of elastic-waist pants, holding them up critically before tossing them into the cart. “I suppose these are acceptable,” he said with a dismissive wave. Dib blinked, pleasantly surprised at how smoothly that had gone. He gave Zim a small nod, deciding not to push his luck. “Great. That should hold you over for now.” With their cart full, they made their way to the front of the store and checked out. The cashier gave them a cheery smile as they scanned the items, bagging the tiny outfits, plushies, and maternity clothes with care. Once everything was paid for and loaded into the cart, the two of them headed out to the car.

The late afternoon sun was beginning to dip in the sky, casting a warm glow over the parking lot. Dib unlocked the car and began loading the bags into the trunk while Zim stood nearby, watching silently. They hopped into the car, and Dib turned on the ignition, the engine humming to life. As they pulled out of the parking lot, Zim’s stomach let out a strange gurgling noise, loud enough to catch both of their attention. “Ah, the smeet requires sustenance,” Zim announced, patting his small but growing bump with a sense of pride. Dib glanced at him, suppressing a smile. “You wanna go to a restaurant tonight? We haven’t gone out in a while,” he suggested, steering the car onto the main road. Zim tapped a claw to his chin, considering the idea. “Hmmm… yes, that sounds acceptable. I think the smeet desires... nachos.” He paused, his antennae twitching under his wig as if in deep thought. “Yes! Nachos, with jalapeños and an obscene amount of cheese. That sounds most satisfying!” Dib couldn’t help but smirk. “It’s so funny, the stuff you’ll eat now,” he teased, his tone light and amused as he turned the car in the direction of a nearby diner. Zim crossed his arms, raising his nonexistent nose in the air. “The smeet has inherited my genius, of course. They must instinctively know that consuming vile human food will make them more adept at blending in with these disgusting Earth creatures,” he said matter-of-factly. Dib chuckled and shook his head, playfully rolling his eyes. “Can’t argue with that,” he said. They arrived at the diner, Dib parking the car and quickly circling around to help Zim out. Zim,accepted the assistance, and they walked toward the entrance.

Once inside, they chose a booth by the window and slid into the cushioned seats. A cheerful waitress in a retro-style uniform approached, holding a notepad. “Welcome to Fryer Fred’s! What can I get y’all started with today?” she asked with a smile. Zim and Dib both scanned the laminated menus for a moment before deciding. Zim straightened in his seat and handed his menu to the waitress with a dramatic flourish. “Diner drone, I shall require a plate of nachos with extra jalapeños, smothered in cheese, an obscene amount, and a chocolate milk,” he declared with confidence. The waitress jotted it down without missing a beat before turning to Dib. “I’ll take the cheeseburger with fries and a classic poop cola, thanks,” Dib said, handing over his menu with a polite smile. “Got it! I’ll have those drinks right out for you,” she said, walking off toward the kitchen. A few minutes later, she returned with their drinks, setting them down with a friendly nod. Zim immediately took a straw, unwrapping it with precision and plunging it into his chocolate milk. He took a sip, his eyes narrowing slightly, evaluating the quality. Satisfied, he leaned back in his seat and fixed Dib with a proud expression. “I’ve been thinking,” Zim began, his tone dripping with self-importance. “If the smeet truly requires toys, then I shall create them myself! Those primitive contraptions at the store will pale in comparison to the brilliance of Zim’s inventions. My smeet deserves only the finest!” Dib chuckled, sipping his classic poop as he leaned on the table. “That’s actually a good idea,” he admitted. “I mean, you’re a genius when it comes to making gadgets. You could probably design some amazing toys, something unique that no human kid would ever have.”

“Of course!” Zim said, puffing out his chest with pride. “My creations will be superior in every way! Perhaps a plasma-powered mobile or an advanced learning device that programs knowledge directly into the smeet’s mind.” He paused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Though I suppose I will have to tone down the destructive capabilities. Human parenting customs are so limiting.” Dib laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, maybe ease up on the weapons, Zim. I think we’ll be fine with just fun, harmless toys for now.” “Hmph, fine,” Zim muttered, sipping his chocolate milk again. “But only because the smeet deserves the very best!” Dib smiled softly, watching Zim’s enthusiasm. They sat in the booth, chatting about everything and nothing as they waited for their food. Their conversation drifted from the mundane. When they’d next see Gaz. To more serious topics like work, though it was all laced with their usual banter. It wasn’t long before the waitress returned, balancing their plates with practiced ease. She set their meals down with a bright smile. “Here you go! Nachos for you, and a cheeseburger with fries for you. Is there anything else I can grab for you?” Both of them shook their heads. “No, we’re good, thanks,” Dib said politely. “Alright then, enjoy!” she said, walking off to tend to another table. The two of them dug into their meals, the booth falling into a comfortable silence as they focused on their food. Zim ate his nachos with such intensity , occasionally pausing to add more jalapeños from the side. Dib watched him for a moment, amused, before turning his attention back to his burger. After a while, Dib broke the silence, his tone thoughtful. “Hey, do you think we could build the crib ourselves? I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve got some cool ideas.” Zim paused mid-bite, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered Dib’s suggestion. Swallowing a mouthful of food, he finally answered. “That sounds like an excellent idea, Dib-thing,” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. Dib grinned, leaning forward. “Yeah, like, we could make it really unique. Maybe something with a futuristic vibe. Oh, and it has to be sturdy, obviously, none of that cheap, wobbly stuff you get at the store.” Zim’s antennae perked up, and a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. “Yes! We shall construct a crib worthy of an Irken smeet! Something that radiates brilliance and superiority!” He paused, his fingers steepled thoughtfully. “Perhaps we can incorporate some defensive mechanisms as well. You know, in case of intruders.” Dib snorted. “I think we’ll be fine without lasers and booby traps, Zim. Let’s focus on making it comfortable and safe, not turning it into some kind of mini fortress.” “Hmph, humans and your lack of vision,” Zim muttered, popping another nacho into his mouth. “But very well. We will make it comfortable. And perhaps I will subtly add a few upgrades, just in case.” Dib chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’ll win this one, will I?” “No, you won’t,” Zim said smugly, smirking as he grabbed another jalapeño-covered chip.

They finished their meal, settled the bill, and made their way back home. Once there, Dib unloaded the car with Zim's reluctant help, carrying the bags inside and placing them on the floor with a grunt. “We really did get a lot of good stuff today,” Dib said, glancing around at the pile of baby supplies now scattered across the living room. Zim nodded in agreement, looking pleased with their haul. Then, as if remembering something, he turned to Dib with a sudden glint in his eye. “Would you like to see an update on the smeet?” Dib’s face lit up, his curiosity piqued. “Absolutely,” he replied, his enthusiasm evident. The two of them walked over to the elevator, heading down to the lab where Zim had been monitoring the progress of the baby. When the elevator doors opened, they stepped into the familiar lab space. Zim quickly made his way to the computer, typing in a few commands. “Computer, scan the smeet,” he ordered. A few seconds later, the screen flickered to life, displaying the familiar image of the baby on the monitor. Dib leaned in, watching intently, but it was Zim’s face that caught his attention. There was something different about the way Zim looked at the screen. A softness in his usually stern expression. They were both happy to see the probability of the smeets survival had gone up to forty five percent. Another thought entered Zims mind and his eyes went wide with worry. “Computer, will the smeet need a pak?“ He asked. “They shouldn't with the way their growing.“ Computer said. Zim visibly relaxed.

Just then, the baby moved, shifting on the screen in a subtle but noticeable way. Zim’s eyes widened, and he placed a hand gently on his growing bump. “I felt that,” he said in awe, his voice almost hushed. Dib’s eyes widened as well. “You felt it?” He leaned in closer, his hand hovering near Zim’s stomach. Before Dib could touch it, Zim quickly grabbed his hand and guided it to the spot where he’d felt the movement. “There, do you feel it?” Dib’s eyes widened in amazement as he felt the soft, almost imperceptible kick beneath his palm. “Yeah… wow, that’s incredible.” Zim smiled proudly, his chest puffing up. “Yes, they are.” Dib sat back, his grin wide as he took in the moment. It was real now, their smeet was growing, and they were going to be parents. He leaned back, savoring the peace of the moment, until the computer’s monotone voice cut through the air. “I can detect the sex of the smeet.” Both Dib and Zim blinked, then exchanged a look, their confusion mirrored. “You can?” Zim asked, his voice filled with disbelief. “Tell us, computer. What is it?” The computer processed for a moment before responding in its usual monotone. “The sex of the smeet is female.” The room fell silent for a moment, the revelation sinking in. Dib’s face lit up with joy, a broad smile spreading across his face, while Zim stood frozen, his mouth hanging open in shock. “A little girl, Zim,” Dib said with a soft chuckle, his voice full of warmth. “Isn’t that great?” Zim’s eyes widened further, and his voice cracked as he responded. “A girl?! What if she’s awful, like the Gaz-sister or Tak?!” His usual air of confidence faltered, and for a split second, he looked genuinely nervous. Dib stood up and walked over to Zim, offering a reassuring smile. “She won’t be like that, Zim,” he said calmly, resting a hand on Zim’s shoulder. “It’s all in how you raise her. We’ll raise her right. She’ll be her own person, and she’ll be great.” Zim took a deep breath, the tension leaving his body as he processed Dib’s words. For a moment, he seemed uncertain, but the reassurance in Dib’s voice made him pause, considering the possibility. “Well, I guess there’s nothing I can do about it now, is there?” Zim grumbled, crossing his arms with a dramatic huff. Despite his words, his antennae twitched. An unconscious sign of the nervousness he was trying so hard to suppress. Dib chuckled, leaning casually against the desk. “Trust me, Zim. Once you hold her, you won’t even care. She’ll be the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen.” Zim frowned thoughtfully, tapping a claw against his chin. The idea of holding such a tiny creature. A smeet of his own creation, seemed both terrifying and oddly intriguing. “Hmph. I’ll hold you to that, Dib-thing,” he muttered, though his voice carried less bite than usual. Dib smiled softly. “Deal.”

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The news of the baby’s gender was still fresh in their minds, lingering like a spark of excitement and, for Zim, a touch of confusion. He was still trying to come to terms with the fact that he was going to have a daughter. A part of his struggle stemmed from the disappointment of not being able to name her Zim Jr., a name he had been secretly set on for weeks.

Dib, on the other hand, was absolutely ecstatic. His excitement was infectious as he paced around the room, grinning from ear to ear. He could tell Zim wasn’t quite as thrilled and had been doing his best to lift his husband’s spirits.

“You know,” Dib said, sitting down beside Zim and nudging him gently. “Dads have a special kind of relationship with their daughters. It’s like... they think the world of you, and you’ll get to be her hero. It’s something really amazing.”

Zim glanced at Dib, still processing the idea. While he wouldn’t admit it out loud, the thought of being someone’s “hero” tugged at something inside him.

"I never thought I'd be anyone's hero. Honestly, I don’t think I ever wanted to be," Zim admitted, his voice softer than usual. He paused, his antennae twitching thoughtfully. "But... maybe it doesn’t sound so bad... maybe."

Dib smiled and pulled Zim closer, wrapping an arm around him as they lounged together on the couch. "See? You’re already warming up to the idea," Dib teased gently.

Zim tilted his head toward Dib, his expression contemplative. "When do you want to tell your father and sister?"

Dib shrugged casually. "We can call Gaz now if you’re ready."

"Sure," Zim agreed with a small nod.

Dib grabbed his phone and adjusted it so both their faces were in view. With a quick tap, he started a video call to his sister. The phone rang a couple of times before Gaz’s face appeared on the screen.

"Hey, dweebs. What’s up?" she asked, her tone as flat as ever but her sharp gaze showing curiosity.

"We’ve got baby news," Dib announced, a small, excited smile tugging at his lips.

That caught Gaz’s attention, her brows raising slightly. "Everything okay with it?" she asked, her voice losing a bit of its usual sarcasm.

"Everything’s fine," Dib reassured her. "The baby’s probability of making it to term has gone up to forty-five percent, and it keeps improving, which is really good. Oh, and, we found out the sex."

Gaz leaned closer to her screen, her curiosity piqued. "Alright, so? What is it?"

"It’s a female," Zim chimed in, his tone calm.

Gaz’s eyes flickered with surprise and something that almost resembled a smile. "Huh. Well, that’s... interesting," she said. For Gaz, that was practically an enthusiastic response.

"Ha, just wait until she starts dating," Gaz said with a mischievous smirk, clearly enjoying the idea of ruffling Zim's feathers.

"Dating?" Zim’s antennae shot straight up as he turned sharply to look at Dib, his expression a mixture of confusion and outrage. "The smeet will not date. What is she talking about?"

Dib let out a long sigh, already bracing himself for Zim's inevitable overreaction. "It’s not anything we’ll have to worry about for a very long time," he said carefully, trying to soothe the situation before it spiraled out of control.

Zim narrowed his eyes, his gaze boring into Dib as if he were analyzing every word for hidden meaning. For a tense moment, Dib thought he might have just set off a full-blown meltdown.

To his relief, Zim simply waved a dismissive hand and muttered, "My smeet will never date," as though that settled the matter entirely.

Dib bit back a grin and exchanged a knowing glance with Gaz, who was clearly holding back laughter.

"Anyway, yep, it’s a girl. You’re going to have a niece," Dib said with a smile, trying to sound casual but clearly excited.

"A little half-loud alien niece. Cool," Gaz replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm but carrying the slightest hint of genuine warmth.

"Zim is not loud!" Zim snapped, his voice rising louder than intended, proving Gaz’s point.

"Okay, okay!" Dib cut in quickly, giving Gaz a look through the screen. "We’re gonna let you go now, Gaz. Love you, bye!" He hurriedly ended the call before Gaz could push Zim into further outbursts.

Turning back to Zim, Dib sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, that’s one down. Now all we have to do is tell Dad. Want me to call him?"

Zim nodded silently, his antennae twitching as he processed the earlier conversation.

Dib decided against a video call and opted to dial his father the regular way. The phone rang a few times before going to voicemail.

"Looks like he’s busy," Dib said, lowering the phone. "Dad must be working on something. We can tell him tomorrow when we see him at the lab."

"Yes, that is acceptable," Zim agreed with a slight nod, settling back into the couch.

They sat together in a comfortable silence, the glow of the television washing over them as they watched whatever random show happened to be on. Time passed quietly, the occasional sound of Zim shifting or Dib adjusting his position filling the room. Eventually, when the night grew late, they made their way to bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, they woke feeling refreshed, the soft sunlight filtering through the curtains. To Zim’s relief and joy, the nausea that had plagued him early in the pregnancy still hadn’t returned, making it an entire week without feeling sick. He allowed himself a small smile as he got out of bed, grateful for the reprieve.

After a quick but refreshing shower, they shared a simple breakfast, enjoying the calm start to their day before heading out to work. As they entered the building, Dib offered a cheerful wave to the overly enthusiastic receptionist, who greeted them with her usual high energy.

Zim, however, pretended not to notice her entirely, keeping his eyes straight ahead as though she didn’t exist. He muttered something under his breath about humans who were far too excitable for their own good.

They strolled down the sleek, fluorescent-lit hallway together, the faint hum of machinery filling the air. When they reached a certain junction, they stopped and turned to face each other.

Dib leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Zim’s lips. "See you later," he said with a warm smile.

"Yes, later," Zim replied, straightening his posture.

With that, they went their separate ways, each heading to their respective departments to start their workday.

Dib was deep in thought, his eyes fixed on the glowing monitor in front of him. His department was knee-deep in their study of dark matter and dark energy, probing the mysterious components of the universe. Despite the complexity of the work, Dib secretly knew their current equipment was barely scratching the surface. Zim’s lab had far superior technology. Equipment that could yield breakthroughs in hours compared to the years they were spending here. But he couldn’t exactly waltz in and share that little secret.

He was typing a report when he felt a sudden pat on his back, jolting him out of his concentration. Startled, he spun around to see one of his coworkers, Jamie, grinning at him.

"Membrane! I heard about the baby. Congrats, man!" Jamie said warmly.

Dib blinked for a second before returning the smile. "Hey, Jamie. Yeah, thanks. We’re really excited. It was a big surprise, though."

"I bet," Jamie said with a chuckle. "Well, just wanted to say congrats. Kids are great."

"You have kids?" Dib asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, I’ve got three," Jamie said proudly. "It’s a lot of hard work. Sleepless nights, endless questions, but it’s so worth it. They’re my world."

Dib nodded thoughtfully, his mind turning over Jamie’s words. "Three, huh? That’s... wow. I can barely wrap my head around one. I can’t imagine juggling three."

Jamie laughed, shaking his head. "You’ll do fine. Parenthood’s a wild ride, but you figure it out as you go. Anyway, I better get back to work. Catch you later, Membrane."

"Yeah, later," Dib said, watching as Jamie walked away.

For a moment, Dib sat back in his chair, his mood lifted. Hearing someone else talk about the joys of raising kids eased some of his anxieties.

Dib strolled down the hall, his eyes landing on Zim, who was standing in the distance with his arms crossed, looking as though he was mentally critiquing everything around him.

"Hey, Zim! How was your day?" Dib called out, quickening his pace to catch up.

Zim glanced over, his expression a mix of mild irritation and fatigue. "Most of my day was spent on coding. It was so boring, a complete waste of my amazing talents!" he huffed, throwing his hands in the air for dramatic effect.

Dib chuckled, shaking his head at Zim’s flair for theatrics. "Yeah, I can imagine. I’ll admit, though, dad’s lab has nothing on yours. You’ve spoiled me with your tech."

"Of course it doesn’t!" Zim said, standing taller as if Dib’s words were the most obvious truth in the universe. "Your Earth technology is laughably primitive compared to Irken brilliance!"

The two reached the elevator and stepped inside, the soft hum of the machinery filling the space as the doors slid shut.

They reached Membrane's private lab, the elevator doors sliding open with a soft chime. The faint hum of machines and the occasional spark of electricity filled the air as they stepped into the room. Membrane was hunched over his desk, tinkering with some strange device emitting a soft blue glow. He looked up as they approached, his face lighting up with a warm smile.

"Hello, Son! Zim, what a pleasant surprise," Membrane greeted, setting down his tools and turning toward them.

"Hey, Dad," Dib began, his tone upbeat. "We won’t take up too much of your time, but we’ve got an update on the baby."

"Ah, excellent!" Membrane said, his excitement evident. "What’s the news?"

"We’re having a little girl," Dib announced, his voice brimming with happiness.

Zim stood beside him, his expression stoic but carrying a faint smile.

"How wonderful!" Membrane exclaimed. "Raising a daughter is quite the adventure, let me tell you. Your sister was definitely a challenge during her younger years, but every moment was worth it."

"I keep hearing that its worth it" Zim muttered under his breath, crossing his arms as his antennae twitched slightly under his wig.

Membrane chuckled, oblivious to Zim’s grumbled remark. "Well, I have no doubt you two will handle it wonderfully. I’ll have to start working on some advanced learning modules for her. It’s never too early to nurture the next generation of brilliance!"

Dib grinned. "I’m sure she’ll appreciate that, Dad. Thanks."

After saying their goodbyes to Professor Membrane, Dib and Zim got into the car and began the drive home. The quiet hum of the engine and soft music from the radio filled the air, but Zim sat silently in the passenger seat, staring out the window. His antennae twitched slightly, a sure sign that something was bothering him.

Dib glanced over at him, his brow furrowed. "Zim, are you okay?" he asked gently.

"Hm?" Zim blinked, turning his gaze from the window. "Oh. Yes, I am fine," he said flatly, though the lack of energy in his voice made it clear that wasn’t the truth.

Dib sighed, keeping his eyes on the road. "You don’t sound fine. Talk to me, Zim. I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong."

Zim sighed heavily, crossing his arms as his antennae twitched again. "It’s just... your father confirmed my suspicions," he said after a moment. "Females are far more difficult than males. He called your sister a ‘handful.’ A handful, Dib! And this is coming from a human scientist who is clearly accustomed to challenges."

Dib chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Zim, I’ve told you this before. You can’t base what you think of girls on just two people. Gaz and Tak. That’s not a fair sample size."

Zim narrowed his eyes, turning to face Dib fully. "Nonsense! Those are my only examples, and both have proven to be formidable, irrational, and, dare I say, dangerous. It’s simple logic, Dib-human. The pattern is clear."

Dib groaned, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Zim, that’s not how it works. Every kid is different. Just because Gaz is a handful doesn’t mean our daughter will be. And Tak? She was an Irken invader, Zim, she doesn’t count."

"Of course she counts!" Zim shot back, crossing his arms defiantly. "She was a highly skilled, capable female! Not as skilled or capable as me of course. And your sister? She frightens even you. Admit it!"

Dib let out a frustrated laugh. "Okay, fine! Gaz is scary sometimes. But she’s also brilliant, loyal, and honestly, not as bad as you’re making her out to be."

Zim huffed, turning back to the window. "You’re wrong, Dib. Females are trouble. Our smeet will undoubtedly inherit such troublesome tendencies."

Dib sighed but kept his tone calm. "Zim, you’re overthinking this. Even if she is a handful, we’ll deal with it together. She’s going to be our kid. She’s going to have parts of you in her too, you know. Maybe she’ll inherit your brilliance or your determination."

Zim paused, his antennae twitching slightly as he considered Dib’s words. "Or my overwhelming superiority," he said with a smirk, though his tone remained skeptical. "Still, I remain unconvinced. The probability of trouble is high."

Dib laughed, shaking his head. "You’re impossible, you know that? But that’s fine. I’m going to prove you wrong, just like always."

Zim sniffed dismissively but couldn’t hide the small, amused twitch of his mouth. "We’ll see, Dib-human. We’ll see."

They finally made it home, and Zim immediately headed for the couch. With a dramatic sigh of exhaustion, he plopped down, kicking off his boots and peeling off his disguise. He propped his feet up on the coffee table, flexing his toes as he let out a contented groan.

Dib hung his jacket by the door, glancing over at him. "Rough day?"

Zim waved a hand dismissively. "Coding all day is hardly a challenge for a superior Irken mind, but being on my feet this long? That is an unnecessary torment for Zim."

Dib chuckled and headed toward the kitchen. "I’ll get dinner started. Are you having any cravings tonight?"

Zim tilted his head, thinking. His antennae twitched as he pondered. "Hmm... what about beef enchiladas?"

Dib paused, smirking as he glanced back at him. "You got it," he said, stepping into the kitchen and pulling out the ingredients.

As he set to work chopping and cooking, Dib called over his shoulder, "You know, it’s still wild to me that you can just eat meat now. I remember when you used to gag at the smell of bacon."

Zim scoffed from the couch, his legs stretched out as he reclined. "Yes, well, blame your filthy Earth biology. Carrying this smeet has done strange things to me. My body now demands meat like some savage carnivore! Disgusting. But... also delicious."

Dib laughed as he browned the beef on the stove. "Pregnancy cravings are no joke, huh? I’ll admit, I never thought I’d see the day when Zim willingly asked for beef enchiladas."

Zim folded his arms, his antennae twitching indignantly. "It’s not willingly, Dib-human! It’s biology! The smeet demands it, and Zim must comply. This is all your fault."

Dib smirked as he started assembling the enchiladas. "Oh, so now it’s my fault you’re enjoying Earth food?"

Zim sat up slightly, glaring at Dib with narrowed eyes. "Don’t twist my words! Enjoyment has nothing to do with it! This is about survival! The smeet demands nutrients, and Zim is simply meeting those demands with unparalleled efficiency!"

"Uh-huh," Dib said with a laugh. "Well, I’m just glad the smeet has good taste. At least you’re not craving something weird, like dirt or motor oil."

Zim sniffed, leaning back again. "Hmph. If I did, I’d still make it look dignified. But you’re fortunate the smeet has taken a liking to your Earth ‘enchiladas.’ I shall allow it... for now."

Dib chuckled, sliding the dish into the oven. "Whatever you say, Zim. Dinner’ll be ready in about twenty minutes."

Zim waved him off, muttering something about "primitive cooking times" under his breath, but a small, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as the smell of spices filled the room.

Dib leaned against the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone as the smell of enchiladas filled the air. He opened YouTube, his mind drifting to an idea he’d been toying with all day. He typed in “daddy-daughter compilations” and started scrolling, looking for the perfect video, something that might change Zim’s mood about having a girl. After a few minutes, he found a sweet video titled "Dads and Daughters: The Best Moments." The thumbnail showed a father holding a giggling toddler.

“This one should work,” Dib muttered to himself as the oven timer beeped. He put his phone down and grabbed the enchiladas, carefully plating the food. He divided it onto four plates and called out, “Computer, can you call Gir and Minimoose for dinner, please?”

The Computer let out a long, exaggerated sigh. "Fine. But only because you’re too lazy to do it yourself." A moment later, the intercom buzzed through the house. “Gir! Minimoose! Dinner!”

Dib shook his head at the Computer’s sass, then turned and called toward the living room. “Zim, dinner’s ready!”

Moments later, Zim shuffled into the kitchen, looking slightly less grumpy than before. He sat down at the table, accepting the plate Dib handed him. “This had better be worth my energy,” he muttered, though his antennae twitched in anticipation of food.

Before Dib could respond, Gir came flying into the kitchen like a whirlwind. “WEEEEEEE! MEXICAN FOOD!!!” he screeched, hopping into his seat and grabbing his plate. Minimoose floated in quietly behind him, settling at the table with a soft hum as Dib set a plate down for him.

Zim sighed and rubbed his temples. “Does he have to scream every time?”

Dib chuckled as he sat down with his own plate. “You know he does, Zim. It’s just Gir.”

As the group dug into their meals, Dib pulled his phone back out, scrolling to the video he’d saved. “Hey, Zim. Check this out.”

Zim, mid-bite, glanced at him warily. “If this is one of your ridiculous human internet distractions, I am not interested.”

“Just watch it,” Dib insisted, tilting the phone toward Zim. “It’s dads playing with their daughters. You’ll like it.”

Zim huffed, but curiosity got the better of him. He leaned slightly closer, his ruby eyes fixed on the screen as Dib hit play.

The video showed clips of fathers with their daughters, ranging from babies to young kids. There were dads having tea parties, chasing toddlers around playgrounds, dancing in living rooms, and tucking their daughters into bed with whispered “I love yous.” One clip showed a little girl standing on her dad’s shoes as they slow-danced together.

Zim chewed his enchilada in silence, his expression unreadable. Dib glanced at him, trying to gauge his reaction. “See? Not all girls are scary or difficult. Some of them are just… sweet. They’re not Tak or Gaz, Zim. They’re their own people. And she’ll be ours.”

Zim watched another clip of a dad pretending to be a monster as his daughter squealed and ran around a living room, giggling uncontrollably. “Hmph. They seem... excessively emotional,” he said finally, though his tone lacked its usual sharpness.

“That’s not a bad thing,” Dib replied, smiling softly. “It just means they care. I think you’d be great at making her laugh like that.”

Zim raised an eyebrow, looking at Dib skeptically. “Zim does not do ‘playing’ or ‘pretending.’ That is beneath me.”

Dib smirked. “Oh, sure. And you totally didn’t spend half an hour last week making Gir laugh by pretending to be a spaghetti monster?”

Zim sputtered, his antennae twitching indignantly. “That was a tactical distraction! It had nothing to do with—ugh! Fine! Perhaps I have... some capacity for humor.”

Dib laughed, nudging him lightly. “You’re going to be an amazing dad, Zim. I mean it. She’s going to love you, no matter what.”

Zim paused, his gaze lingering on the phone screen as the video ended. “Perhaps…” he said quietly. He pushed the phone back toward Dib, resuming his meal with a thoughtful expression.

Dib smiled, satisfied that he’d at least planted a seed of reassurance in Zim’s mind. For now, that was enough.

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The sun streamed through the window of the small green house, casting warm rays that brightened the living room. Zim sat curled up on the couch, a sleeve of Oreos in hand. His belly, noticeably rounder now, was a clear sign of his growing smeet. He’d finally conceded to wearing his gender neutral maternity clothes, much to Dib’s relief. Thankfully, there had been no arguments about it. At least not this time. A few minutes later, Dib walked into the room, phone pressed to his ear as he spoke in hushed tones. “Yeah… that’s great… can do… okay, thanks. Bye.” He ended the call and plopped down beside Zim, casually reaching for an Oreo. Before he could grab one, Zim’s hand shot out, swatting his away with surprising speed. “Hey! Geez, Zim! Must you always feed?” Dib teased, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Zim shot him a pointed side-eye, unamused. “Whatever the smeet requires, the smeet gets,” he replied flatly, popping another cookie into his mouth as if to emphasize his point.

Dib rolled his eyes but quickly changed the subject. “Anyway, sooo… I’ve been thinking. You know what we haven’t done in a long time? Take a vacation out in space!” He said it with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, hoping to make the idea sound appealing. Zim paused mid-chew, his Ruby eyes narrowing suspiciously as he considered Dib’s suggestion. Swallowing his cookie, he finally replied, his tone dripping with skepticism. “Need I remind you of what happened the last time we visited another planet?”

"It won’t be like Virellia, I promise," Dib said earnestly, leaning forward. "I’ll stick right by your side, no wandering off this time." Zim tilted his head, considering the words before letting out a heavy sigh. “Dib, I can’t protect you in my condition. What if something happens, and…” His voice trailed off, a note of concern evident. “Nothing will happen, I promise,” Dib interjected quickly, his smile soft but persistent. “It would be like… our babymoon.”

“Baby… moon?” Zim echoed, raising a brow in confusion. “Yeah! It’s this thing where expecting parents take a big trip before the baby’s born. Wouldn’t it be nice to go somewhere where we can really relax?” Dib’s voice carried a hopeful lilt as he gestured animatedly. Zim hummed thoughtfully, popping another cookie into his mouth as he mulled it over. “Well… it might be nice to visit a spa planet. I’ve heard of one that specializes in comfort for smeet-bearing individuals. I’ve never bothered to go before, obviously.” Dib’s face lit up instantly, his excitement barely contained. “That’s perfect! How long would it take us to get there?”

“It’s closer than Virellia, actually. Its called Serenithia it takes about two days to get there,” Zim replied with a shrug. He paused, adding under his breath, “Nothing relatively dangerous there either.”

“See? That sounds perfect!” Dib clasped his hands together, leaning closer. “Please, Zim, you deserve to be pampered. Pleeeeeease?” His pleading tone was matched by an exaggerated begging gesture. Zim narrowed his eyes, studying Dib as if weighing his options. Finally, he relented with an exasperated sigh. “Oh, alright. Fine. You call the lab and get our leave approved. I’ll start getting everything in order. We can leave in a few days.” With that, he carefully pushed himself off the couch, his movements a little wobbly as he made his way toward the elevator leading to the lab. “Great! I’ll get right on it!” Dib replied enthusiastically, practically bouncing in his seat.

The next couple of days flew by, with Dib busy packing and having secret phone conversations while somehow managing to keep Zim oblivious. Zim, meanwhile, spent most of his time either in the attic, where the ship was docked, meticulously ensuring it was in top condition for their journey, or in the lab, working on something he refused to talk about. On the evening before their departure, Zim finally called Dib down to the lab. “You finally gonna tell me what you’ve been working on?” Dib asked as he stepped inside, curiosity written all over his face. Zim turned to face him, holding two small objects in each hand. One looked like an earpiece, sleek and metallic, while the other resembled a simple choker necklace. “These,” Zim began, his tone carrying a hint of pride, “are inventions I thought about while we were on Virellia.” He handed the items to Dib, who examined them closely. “This,” Zim continued, motioning to the earpiece, “goes in your ear and translates any language you hear into English. And this,” he gestured to the choker, “wraps around your neck and seeps into your skin. Once it does, you’ll be able to communicate in whatever language you hear.” Dib stared at the items in awe. “That’s incredible! ...Wait, seep into my skin? Is it going to hurt?” Zim waved him off dismissively. “It might sting a little. Nothing you can’t handle. Go ahead. Try them on.” Dib hesitated briefly but then slid the earpiece into his ear before fastening the choker around his neck. As soon as it made contact, the choker dissolved into his skin. He winced slightly at the sharp sting, but it quickly faded. “Can you understand me?” Zim asked, switching seamlessly into Irken. Dib blinked in surprise. “Did you just speak Irken? If you did, it works!” he said excitedly. Zim looked at him, his face momentarily flustered before he turned back to his workstation. “It works. You’re speaking Irken. Good,” he mumbled, his tone unusually reserved. “What’s gotten into you?” Dib asked, raising a brow as he stepped closer. Zim cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Nothing. I’m just… pleased it works as intended,” he replied, still facing away. Dib chuckled, catching on. “You’ve never heard me speak Irken like this before, have you? Do you… like it when I speak your language?” he teased, wrapping his arms around Zim from behind. Zim tensed at first but then relaxed into the embrace, leaning back slightly. “Okay… maybe I do. Maybe,” he admitted in a quiet voice, unknowingly speaking in Irken. Dib grinned. “I think I’ll have to practice speaking it more often, then,” he whispered, resting his chin on Zim’s shoulder.

The next morning, they woke up brimming with excitement. The ship was prepped and packed, ready for departure, and the anticipation of their journey made the air feel electric. “Now, Gir, listen carefully,” Zim said in a firm, almost parental tone as he addressed the excitable robot. “Do not destroy the house while we’re gone.”

“WOOO, PARTAAAAY TIME!!” Gir screeched, spinning in circles with unrestrained glee. “No, Gir! No parties!” Zim snapped, pinching the bridge of his nonexistent nose in exasperation. He turned to Minimoose, who was floating serenely nearby. “Minimoose, I’m counting on you to keep an eye on Gir and make sure he behaves.” Minimoose let out a high-pitched “Nyah,” signaling his understanding. Zim nodded approvingly. “All set and ready to go, Zim,” Dib called out as he stepped off the ship’s ramp, giving everything one last inspection. Zim turned to him, satisfied, and walked up the platform to join him. Together, they entered the ship, their excitement quietly building as the doors hissed shut behind them. Zim took his place in the pilot’s chair, his movements swift and precise, while Dib settled into the co-pilot’s seat beside him. Zim’s fingers danced across the controls, pressing buttons and flipping switches with the confidence of someone who had done this a hundred times before. “Brace yourself, Dib-mate,” Zim said dramatically as the ship began to hum to life, the faint vibrations coursing through the floor beneath them. Dib quickly strapped himself in, gripping the sides of his chair in preparation. “Ready,” he replied, his voice steady despite the growing thrill of the moment. With one final push of a lever, the ship roared to life, lifting off the ground and propelling them into the vast unknown. Once the ship broke free from Earths atmosphere and drifted into the quiet vastness of space, Zim switched the controls to autopilot. The hum of the engines softened, leaving the cabin calm and peaceful. Rising from his seat, Zim stretched and turned to Dib. “Want to watch a movie?“ He asked casually. “Sure” Dib replied, unbuckling his seatbelt and standing.

They made their way to the bedroom, where Dib immediately plugged his laptop into the charger and set it up on the bed. The two climbed in, slipping under the covers and adjusting to get comfortable. Dib selected The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, a movie he adored and to Zims surprise, actually enjoyed the bizarre humor and chaotic energy of it much more than he'd care to admit out loud.

By the time the credits rolled, the room had grown quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the laptop screen. Zim had started absentmindedly playing with Dibs hair, his clawed fingers combing through it with surprising tenderness. After a few moments, Zim leaned in close, his lips brushing against Dibs ear as he whispered in a low, suggestive tone. “Want to mate with the translator on?“ Dibs face instantly flushed red, the unexpected suggestion catching him off guard. He turned to Zim, his curiosity piqued despite his embarrassment. “That... could be interesting.“ He said, his voice a hint of intrigue. Zim smirked knowingly, his confidence growing at Dibs reaction.“Then lets test its full capabilities”, he murmured, his voice dripping with mischievous intent. Zim and Dib swiftly shed their clothes, their bodies eager to unite. Zim lay on the bed, his legs spread wide in anticipation, inviting Dib to take control. Dib, donning the earpiece and translator, positioned himself atop Zim,already hard, his voice laced with lust and amusement as he spoke. "You like it when I speak Irken, don't you, space boy?" he asked, his words dripping with seduction. Zim's response was immediate and fervent, his head nodding eagerly as he awaited Dib's entrance. Dib's smirk hinted at the pleasure to come as he slowly began to penetrate Zim, who was already wet. The air was filled with their synchronized moans as Dib started thrusting, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. As they delved deeper into their passion, Zim's voice whispered a plea in Irken: "Tell me you love me." Dib's response was swift and passionate, his lips crashing down onto Zim's as he declared his love. The kiss was intense and all-consuming, but eventually, Dib broke away to nibble along Zim's neck. Zim gasped in ecstasy, pulling Dib closer as he quickened his pace. The power dynamic shifted slightly as Zim moaned out a command: "Call me master." Dib's smug response came laced with a hint of dominance: "How's this, master?" The flush that rose to Zim's cheeks could have been attributed to either the intensity of their lovemaking or the thrill of hearing Irken spoken by his lover; for Dib, it didn't matter the effect was undeniable. As they approached the climax of their passion, Dib continued to pump himself into Zim while scattering kisses across his chest. His breathing grew heavier as he announced his impending release: "Zim, I'm close." In response, Zim bucked his hips wildly against him. "Keep going," he urged between gasps for air. "Say my name when you cum." The moment of truth arrived when Dib reached his peak and moaned out Zim's name in perfect Irken pronunciation. An act that pushed Zim over the edge into an explosive orgasm.

They both lay there, catching their breath, until Dib finally pulled out of Zim and rolled over onto the bed. “That was... different,” Dib said, his voice still breathless. “But in a good way.”

“Yes,” Zim smirked to himself, his chest still rising and falling as he recovered. “I very much enjoyed that.” Dib rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow, his curious gaze fixed on Zim. “What was the whole ‘master’ thing about?” he asked with a chuckle. Zim’s cheeks flushed a deep green, and he quickly grabbed a pillow, burying his face in it. “I don’t know! Let’s not dwell on it!” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed. Dib smirked and reached out to rub Zim’s arm soothingly. “Don’t be embarrassed. We had fun—that’s all that matters.” After a moment, Zim lowered the pillow, his antennae twitching slightly as he avoided Dib’s gaze. There was a faintly uncomfortable look on his face as he placed a hand on his stomach. “The smeet’s awake,” he murmured. Dib’s expression lit up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He immediately shifted closer, placing his hand and ear against Zim’s stomach. They waited in silence for a moment before the baby gave a gentle kick, brushing against Dib’s ear. “She kicked me!” Dib exclaimed, a laugh escaping him. “Wow…” Zim ran his claws softly through Dib’s hair, a tender gesture. “She’ll be up for a while now,” he said, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation. They sat in a comfortable silence for a while until Dib broke it. “Have you thought of names?” he asked, his voice gentle as he traced small circles on Zim’s belly. Zim hummed thoughtfully, his antennae twitching. “I have thought of one... now that we know she’s a girl.” Dib tilted his head up, his curiosity piqued. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Miz,” Zim said simply, the corners of his mouth curling into a small smile. “Miz?” Dib repeated, raising an eyebrow. “How’d you come up with that?”

“It’s an excellent Irken name,” Zim replied confidently, though his cheeks tinged faintly with color. “And... maybe it’s Zim backwards.” Dib couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking his head in amusement. “Of course you'd name her after you. Ah, well, I like it. My name ideas were kind of boring compared to that. Like Stephanie or Lily.” Zim started to rub gentle circles on Dib’s back, his touch warm and soothing. “I want her to have a good Irken name... especially if she comes out looking more human.” Dib sighed contentedly, his eyes beginning to flutter shut. “Whatever you want, Zim. You’re the one doing all the work anyway,” he murmured sleepily. Zim’s smirk softened into something more affectionate as he watched Dib drift off, his hand still absently brushing through his hair. “Yes,” Zim whispered to himself. “I’m doing all the work...I really hope she's worth it.”

The rest of the trip was spent in comfortable companionship, watching TV shows and movies, sharing meals, and occasionally making love. Time passed easily until they finally arrived at their destination: Serenithia. The planet orbited a gentle golden star, its serene, pastel-hued atmosphere glowing softly in a perpetual twilight. Zim guided the ship to a large landing platform, expertly parking before powering down the engine. They stepped out, Dib’s excitement palpable as he looked around, slipping on his earpiece and necklace. The ambiance was immediately soothing, as though the planet itself exuded calm. The air was cool, fragrant, and welcoming, making them feel at ease the moment they stepped foot outside. “It’s so peaceful here,” Dib said in awe, his eyes scanning the horizon. He took in the lush gardens teeming with vibrant flora, the pristine crystal lagoons sparkling under the soft light, and the cascading waterfalls that shimmered in the distance. Among it all stood the planet’s stunning buildings, organic and fluid in design. “The air here instantly relaxes you,” Zim remarked, taking a deep, contented breath. “That’s amazing,” Dib agreed, mimicking Zim and filling his lungs with the planet’s calming atmosphere.

As they walked toward the visitor center, Dib couldn’t help but marvel at the architecture. The building ahead had smooth, flowing curves that mimicked the natural forms of seashells and waves, seamlessly blending with the surrounding environment. Every structure they passed was topped with translucent domes that emitted rainbow-like glimmers, casting soft, colorful reflections across the landscape. “These buildings are incredible,” Dib said, his voice filled with wonder. Zim chuckled at his companion’s enthusiasm. “Those domes collect energy from their star to power everything here. Efficient and beautiful.”

“Neat,” Dib replied, still admiring the structures as they stepped inside the visitor center. The interior was just as breathtaking. The walls were adorned with vibrant plants emitting a pleasant, soothing fragrance. Every detail of the design seemed to work in harmony to create an atmosphere of relaxation. Approaching the counter, they were greeted by one of Serenithia’s hosts. Zim leaned toward Dib and whispered, “They’re called Serellians.” Before Dib could respond, the host spoke. “Hello, and welcome to Serenithia. My name is Virelix. Would you like to browse the packages we have available?” Dib’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of the Serellian. Their translucent skin shimmered faintly in the soft light, and their melodic voice seemed to resonate in a way that was both soothing and mesmerizing. Zim elbowed him lightly, muttering, “Stop gawking human.” Dib cleared his throat, embarrassed, and accepted the tablet Virelix handed him. “Thanks,” he mumbled, though his fascination lingered as he glanced back at the ethereal being. Dib skimmed through the list of spa packages, his eyes scanning over the options before landing on one that intrigued him. It included a dip in the hot springs, a one-hour massage, and a session in something called a relaxation chamber. Meanwhile, Zim’s attention was drawn to a package offering hot springs tailored for expecting parents, a prenatal massage, and an intriguing experience called a fetal communication pod. “What’s this fetal pod for?” Zim asked, his curiosity piqued as he glanced at Virelix. “Ah, the fetal communication pod allows you to hear your unborn child’s heartbeat and, if they’re developed enough, sense their emotions. It’s a deeply bonding experience,” Virelix explained with their soothing melodic voice. They tilted their head slightly, their translucent skin glimmering with faint interest. “How far along are you? I’ve never encountered a pregnant Irken before,” they added curiously. Zim shifted nervously but answered, “Five months.” Virelix nodded thoughtfully. “And how long is the gestation?” Dib chimed in, “Around nine months.”

“Then they should be developed enough for the pod. It could be a wonderful bonding experience for you and your child,” Virelix said warmly. Zim seemed pleased with the explanation, a faint smile tugging at his lips. After a brief discussion, they both selected their packages. Moments later, two other Serellians entered the room, ready to guide Zim and Dib to their respective areas of the spa. “Wait, we’re not going to be together?” Zim asked quickly, his antennae twitching slightly in concern. “The hot springs for our pregnant guests are in a separate location,” one of the Serellians explained gently. “The water there is kept at a safe temperature and is infused with minerals specifically beneficial for both parent and unborn child.” Zim glanced uncertainly at Dib, his reluctance clear. Dib smiled reassuringly and placed a hand on Zim’s arm. “Don’t worry, Zim. I’ll be fine. Just go, relax, and enjoy yourself. You deserve this.” Zim hesitated for a moment longer before nodding and with that, they parted ways, each heading off to their respective experiences. Zim was guided to a small, elegantly designed room in a separate building where he was provided with swim trunks specifically tailored for him. The fabric felt light and comfortable, clearly designed with relaxation in mind. After changing, he followed the attendant through a serene hallway lined with glowing plants and soft, ambient lighting, which seemed to further ease his nerves. When they arrived at the hot springs, Zim was greeted by a breathtaking view. The pool was nestled among smooth, natural stones and surrounded by bioluminescent flowers that cast a calming glow over the warm, mineral-rich water. The air was fragrant with a mix of soothing floral and earthy scents. The attendant gestured toward the pool with a kind smile. “I will return to collect you in an hour. Please, take your time and enjoy.” Zim nodded and stepped carefully into the steaming water, feeling its gentle warmth envelop him. He lowered himself fully, letting out a long, contented sigh as the tension in his body began to melt away. This… this was nice, he thought, his antennae relaxing for the first time in days. The soothing warmth of the water combined with the serene atmosphere instantly calmed him. He could feel the stress and strain dissolving, leaving him in a state of pure bliss.

A few hot springs over, Dib was reclined in the warm water, eyes closed as he listened to music playing softly from his phone through a single wireless earbud. He hummed along to the melody, his thoughts drifting to the surprise he had planned for Zim back home. He hoped everything was coming together smoothly and that his sister, Gaz, had managed to pull off her part. Curious and eager to check in, he opened his eyes and decided to give her a call. Luckily, Zim had upgraded their phones, allowing them to connect even while they were light-years away from Earth. The phone rang twice before Gaz answered. “Hey, Dib. Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice sounding distracted. “Oh, yeah, everything’s great,” Dib said, leaning back in the soothing water. “I’m actually sitting in an alien hot spring right now.” He heard her grunt on the other end, clearly unimpressed. “That’s great, Dib. Did you need something? I’m kinda in the middle of something here.” In the background, he caught the sound of gunfire and explosions. His brow furrowed. “Uh, are you okay, Gaz?” he asked, confused. “Yeah, just trying to beat my high score,” she replied nonchalantly. “What did you need?” Dib chuckled and sank a little deeper into the water, letting the heat relax him. “Right, got it. Well, this might be the last chance I have to talk to you before we head back. I just wanted to make sure you’re still good with our plan.” The sounds of explosions and gunfire abruptly stopped on her end. “Yeah, I’ve got it covered,” Gaz said, her tone calm and confident. “I already picked up the decorations. Just need to put them up. You’re still coming back in three days, right?”

“Yep,” Dib confirmed, closing his eyes again. “We’re spending the night here and then heading straight home.”

“Cool. Dad and I will be ready. Just remember, come through the front door.”

“Will do. Thanks, Gaz. Bye.”

“No problem. Bye.” Dib hung up, setting the phone on the edge of the pool. With a satisfied sigh, he sank further into the water, letting the warmth seep into his muscles. The soft hum of the springs and the glow of the alien atmosphere lulled him into a state of complete relaxation.

Zim lay naked on his side on the cushioned massage table, a soft blanket covering his lower half, waiting nervously for the masseuse to arrive. He felt uneasy being so exposed, his antennae twitching slightly as he tried to adjust to the vulnerability of the situation. However, the soothing melody of the music playing in the background and the gentle floral fragrance lingering in the air worked together to calm his nerves. Gradually, he began to relax, though the tension in his shoulders still lingered. A soft knock at the door broke the silence. Moments later, the door opened, and a serene figure stepped inside. The masseuse, an elegant alien with a calming presence, offered a warm smile. “Hello, my name is Selara, and I’ll be taking care of you today,” she said, her melodic voice immediately putting Zim at ease. She crossed the room gracefully, setting a small tray of glistening oils on a nearby table. “Do you know what type of oil you’d like to use today?” she asked, turning to him with a kind expression. Zim hesitated, his discomfort evident in his voice. “Zim… has never subjected himself to such luxuries before,” he admitted, his voice tinged with suspicion. “What… would you recommend?” Selara’s smile deepened, her demeanor calming. “I’d recommend the oil from the Lurvash Blossom. It’s extracted from a rare plant known for its incredible soothing properties. The oil is both cooling and warming, depending on what your body needs. For pregnant individuals, it’s particularly effective at relaxing muscles, reducing swelling, and improving circulation.” Zim stroked his chin, considering this deeply. “Hmmm… A highly adaptable oil… Yes, this is acceptable Proceed, spa minion.”

“Excellent choice,” Selara replied warmly as she poured a generous amount of the golden oil onto her hands. The room filled with the soft, sweet aroma of the Lurvash Blossom as she began her work. Her long, skilled fingers pressed into Zim’s back, spreading the oil evenly across his skin in smooth, deliberate motions. She kneaded into the tight muscles along his shoulders and spine, her touch firm yet gentle, coaxing the tension from his body. Zim let out a soft hum of satisfaction, the soothing sensation almost overwhelming in its comfort. As Selara’s hands worked their magic, Zim couldn’t stop a quiet moan of relief from escaping his lips. Embarrassment flared instantly, and his body stiffened. Noticing his reaction, Selara paused briefly, offering him an encouraging smile. “There’s no need to feel embarrassed,” she said gently. “It’s completely normal. It just means you’re allowing yourself to relax, which is exactly what we’re here for.” Her words reassured him, and he took a deep breath, releasing the tension he’d inadvertently held onto. Gradually, his muscles softened under her touch, and his antennae drooped in contentment. His eyes grew heavy, and as Selara continued her rhythmic motions, the combination of her skilled hands and the calming properties of the oil lulled him into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Dib felt like he was floating in pure bliss. Lying on his stomach on the plush massage table, he let out soft, involuntary moans as the masseuse’s hands worked magic on his tense muscles. The combination of the warm oil and the skilled pressure sent waves of relaxation through his body. He was so lost in the sensation that he didn’t notice the masseuse clear her throat until the sound cut through his daze. “If I may speak freely, sir?” the masseuse asked, her tone hesitant but polite. Dib blinked, snapping out of his reverie. “Uh, sure. Go ahead.” There was a brief pause before the masseuse continued, her voice laced with curiosity. “You arrived with the Irken, correct? The pregnant Irken?” Dib tensed slightly, the protective instinct kicking in. “Yeah, what about it?” he asked, his tone edging on defensive. “I apologize for prying, sir,” she said quickly, sensing his unease. “It’s just… up until today, we believed Irkens didn’t breed naturally. It’s unheard of.” Dib sighed, unsure of how to navigate the conversation. He didn’t want to reveal too much, but he also didn’t want to offend anyone. “Let’s just say he’s… different,” Dib said carefully. “And he’s not part of the Irken Empire anymore. He’s not a threat. You’re not planning to report him or anything, are you?” His voice rose slightly, the thought of Zim being exposed stirring panic in his chest. The masseuse’s hands stilled briefly before she spoke, her voice reassuring. “Oh, no, sir! Of course not. We have no intention of doing anything like that. Some of my colleagues were simply intrigued, as none of us have ever seen a pregnant Irken before.” Dib relaxed slightly, though his guard wasn’t entirely down. “So, you’re not going to contact the Armada or anything?” “Absolutely not,” the masseuse replied firmly, her tone calm but resolute. “Truthfully, we don’t hold the Irken Empire in high regard. While we maintain cordial relations, no one here would ever willingly cooperate with them. We have no love for their oppressive ways.” Hearing that, Dib finally allowed himself to fully relax again. “Good. I was worried there for a second,” he admitted with a small, nervous laugh. The masseuse chuckled softly and continued, her hands resuming their rhythmic motion on his back. “We also think what you two share is… remarkable. It’s obvious that what you have is special. Irkens aren’t known to form close bonds, let alone pair with another species.” Dib smirked, pride flickering in his chest. “Like I said, Zim’s different. He’s not like other Irkens. Not anymore, at least.” The masseuse hummed in understanding, her fingers continuing their expert work as Dib sank back into the comfort of the massage.

Zim settled into the pod, his hands fumbling around the console as he searched for the button the attendant had mentioned. After a moment, he found it and pressed it, watching as the screen in front of him lit up with a soft glow. A menu appeared, offering a couple options. His eyes scanned the list, and he selected the one labeled “Hear Smeet’s Heartbeat.” The interior of the pod bathed in a calming blue light, and then it happened, a steady, rhythmic sound filled the space. Zim’s antennae perked up, his eyes widening as he listened. That’s it... That’s her heartbeat, he thought, his chest tightening with an emotion he couldn’t quite place. It was surreal. The little being inside him was truly alive. Slowly, Zim placed his hands on his rounded belly, closing his eyes as he hummed softly to himself. For the first time in what felt like forever, he was completely at peace. He let himself bask in the sound, his mind marveling at the life he was nurturing. When the heartbeat eventually faded, Zim opened his eyes and glanced at the screen. Another option appeared: “Feel Smeet’s Emotions.” His antennae twitched in curiosity. He hesitated for a moment, then pressed the button. The pod’s light shifted to a gentle shade of purple. Zim sat in silence, waiting for something to happen, but for several moments, there was nothing. His patience wavered. “What a rip-off,” he grumbled, crossing his arms. Then he felt it—a tiny kick, and suddenly, an overwhelming wave of happiness and warmth washed over him. It was so pure and profound that it took his breath away. For a brief moment, it was as if he could hear her thoughts, not in words but in feelings. Zim stared down at his bump, his eyes wide with wonder. “You can hear me, smeet?” he asked softly, almost afraid to believe it. Another tiny kick answered him, confirming his suspicion. “Wow,” he breathed, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “You like my voice, huh? Of course you do. I’m your birth-giver, and I arguably have the best voice in existence,” he added matter-of-factly, his usual confidence shining through. But then his smile faltered just slightly, his tone growing softer. “Things are going to change when you arrive... a lot will change. But don’t worry. Zim is not afraid,” he said, his hand gently stroking his belly. The smeet shifted inside him as if settling into a more comfortable position, and another wave of happiness radiated from her, wrapping Zim in its warmth once more. His smile returned, brighter than ever. “You’re going to be amazing, smeetie. Of course, you are, you’ve got Zim as your parent,” he said with a chuckle, rubbing his belly affectionately. For the rest of the session, Zim stayed in the pod, softly cooing to his unborn child. Each time he spoke, the smeet responded with a gentle kick and a surge of happiness, filling Zim’s heart with a joy he hadn’t known he was capable of. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so connected to anyone, and in that moment, all he could feel was love.

Dib reclined comfortably in the relaxation pod, his fingers swiping through the various settings displayed on the touch-screen panel. The options were endless, but one immediately caught his eye, an alien ocean setting. He selected it, and within moments, the pod transformed into a sensory paradise. The walls displayed a breathtaking scene of pink sand beaches meeting crystal-clear, light-blue waters under a soft lavender sky. The gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the pod, wrapping him in tranquility. A subtle aroma, reminiscent of salty ocean air mixed with a hint of sweet blossoms, wafted around him, making the experience feel almost real. Dib closed his eyes, letting the soothing ambiance wash over him. For the first time in a while, his racing thoughts slowed, and his mind grew quiet. The rhythmic sound of the waves, paired with the pod's gentle vibrations mimicking the ocean's ebb and flow, lulled him into a deep state of relaxation. It didn’t take long before his breathing evened out, and he drifted into a peaceful sleep, his body and mind completely at ease in the embrace of the pod’s simulated paradise.

They reunited at the end of Serenithia’s long, tranquil day, but Dib didn’t even have a chance to get a word in before Zim launched into an excited tirade. “Dib! Oh, I missed you! You won’t believe it! I’ve had the best time! Guess what? I felt the smeet’s emotions! She can hear us, and she’s happy when she hears my voice!” Zim exclaimed, his antennae twitching with enthusiasm. Dib blinked, taking a moment to process the whirlwind of words. He’d never seen Zim like this before, so openly giddy and full of joy. It was almost like he was a whole new person, radiating excitement and pride. “The smeet can hear us? And she feels happy? That’s... that’s incredible,” Dib said, his tone filled with genuine awe. He hesitated for a second, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “I have to admit, though, I’m a little jealous, Zim.” Without missing a beat, Zim wrapped Dib in a tight hug, his hands resting against Dib’s back. “She can hear us,” Zim confirmed, his voice softer now, yet still brimming with excitement. “And I’m sure she loves your voice just as much as mine. You’ll see.” Before Dib could respond, Zim pulled back and grabbed his hand. “Come on! I booked us a room to stay the night. I figured you’d rather not sleep in the ship again.” Dib smiled, letting Zim lead him out of the building. The two strolled hand in hand down the road until they reached a tall, elegant structure that Dib assumed was a hotel. Its architecture was striking, with cascading lights flowing down its surface like liquid gold. They entered the lobby, which was just as luxurious, with glowing crystal pillars and soothing ambient music filling the space. Zim confidently approached the receptionist to check them in while Dib stood back, still trying to wrap his head around how different Zim seemed lighter, happier, and more at peace than he’d ever seen him before. This place really was amazing.

They finally made it to their room, a spacious and luxurious suite with soft lighting and a view of Serenithia’s glowing horizon. Dib immediately collapsed face-first onto the plush bed, groaning in satisfaction. “This is soooo comfy,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the blankets. Zim chuckled, amused by Dib’s antics, as he wandered over to a sleek panel on the wall. “Are you hungry, Dib-love? We could order room service,” he said, already scrolling through the menu options displayed on the screen. Dib turned his head to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Dib-love? Wow, this place has really made you ooze sweetness. We’re definitely coming back,” he teased with a smirk. Zim waved him off, too focused on the menu. “Yes, yes, I’m incredibly sweet,” he said dryly. “Now, are you actually hungry or just here to mock me?”

“I’m starving. What do you recommend?” Dib asked as he got up and wandered over to Zim, peering curiously at the glowing panel. “Just like at Virellia, you put your finger here, and it will tell you what you can eat,” Zim explained, pointing to a small fingerprint icon on the screen. Dib eyed it warily, remembering his last encounter with alien tech, but relented and pressed his finger to it. The panel gave him a quick, almost painless poke. Much better than the last time he had to deal with a scan. A moment later, the menu updated, highlighting certain dishes in green while others were marked in red. “What’s green is safe for you to eat. It’s pretty self-explanatory,” Zim added. Dib scrolled through the options, his eyes landing on a dish that looked like colorful meat skewers with glowing sauce. “Alright, I’ll try this,” he said, selecting the dish. Zim, meanwhile, made his choice quickly, opting for something that resembled a burger, though it came with a striking purple bun and what appeared to be shimmering golden fries on the side. “Food’s ordered,” Zim declared with a small smile as he turned back to Dib. “Now all we have to do is wait.” Dib flopped back onto the bed, glancing at Zim. “You really have gotten sweeter. Who knew a spa day could make you so soft?” he teased again. Zim rolled his eyes, though there was a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Mock me all you want, Dib-thing. You’ll thank me when the food arrives.”

When the food arrived, they thanked the waitress, and Zim, still riding the wave of joy from the day’s experiences, left a generous tip. They settled on the bed, setting their dishes on a makeshift table they’d pulled together. “I read that even the food here has natural chemicals in it to enhance relaxation,” Zim said as he carefully unwrapped his burger like dish. Dib hummed in agreement, his mouth already full of the glowing skewers. He swallowed and leaned back, already feeling an odd sense of calm washing over him. “Well, it’s definitely working,” he said with a grin. Then, curiosity sparked in his eyes. “So, tell me more about the fetal communication pod. What was it like?” Zim’s expression softened, his eyes glowing with a rare warmth. “It was... truly remarkable,” he said, his voice quiet yet full of awe. “I’ve never felt such joy before. The smeet seemed to enjoy her time there, too.” As if on instinct, Zim reached for Dib’s hand and placed it gently on his bump. “You should talk to her,” he urged with a small smile. “She likes it—trust me.” Dib leaned forward, bringing his face level with the swell of Zim’s stomach. “Hey, little baby,” he said, his voice soft and hesitant. “Uh, it’s your dad. Did you have a fun day with... mommy?” Zim raised a brow, his antennae twitching. “Zim is no mommy, Dib. I am the primary father,” he corrected with mock indignation. Dib laughed, sitting up slightly. “The primary father, huh?” he teased, keeping his hand on the bump. Just then, he felt a gentle shift beneath his palm. His eyes widened with wonder. “Oh wow, I guess she does like my voice,” he said, a bright smile spreading across his face. Zim’s expression mirrored his, softer and more vulnerable than usual. “I think she loves us already,” he said quietly, his hand joining Dib’s on his belly. They stayed like that for a while, basking in the connection between them and the tiny life they were bringing into the universe, the moment feeling truly perfect.

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Dib stared down at Earth, watching as their ship pierced through the atmosphere. The trip to Serenithia had been his favorite so far, but the effects of the planet’s unique atmosphere had started to wear off as soon as they left its orbit. He could already feel the weight of normalcy settling back in. Beside him, Zim seemed to be reverting to his usual self as well. However, he still cooed and babbled at the baby, clearly enamored now that he knew she could hear him. Dib secretly found it adorable, though Zim would always catch him watching, flush with embarrassment, and wave him away with a flustered huff.

The ship fell into a quiet rhythm, the hum of the controls filling the space as Zim focused on piloting their way back home. Dib’s thoughts drifted to the precautions he had taken before they left Earth. He had instructed the computer to follow Gaz’s orders and, more importantly, to lock the attic door. If everything went according to plan, they wouldn’t be able to land there, forcing Zim to park the ship in the backyard instead. Dib smirked to himself, wondering if the plan had worked. They were about to find out.

As they approached the house, Zim’s focus intensified. His fingers darted over the controls, pressing buttons to prepare for landing while activating the cloaking device to keep the ship hidden. When they arrived, the attic hatch stubbornly refused to open, just as Dib had instructed. Zim groaned in frustration, glaring at the uncooperative mechanism.

“Ugh, what is wrong with this thing?” Zim muttered, clearly annoyed.

Dib suppressed a grin and shrugged, trying to sound casual. “I guess we’ll have to park in the backyard.”

Zim shot him a glare but begrudgingly muttered, “Fine.” With a grumble under his breath, he adjusted the controls and guided the ship down, landing it neatly in the backyard.

Dib leaned back, satisfied. 

Once they landed, Dib quickly sent a text to Gaz stating they were home then offered to gather all their belongings. With the bags carefully balanced in his arms, he gestured for Zim to follow as they made their way down the ship’s invisible ramp.

“Be careful, Zim. Don’t trip,” Dib warned, his voice steady but his steps cautious as he tried not to lose his own balance.

Zim waved him off. “Pfft! Zim is the most careful of all beings!” he declared proudly.

The boast was short-lived. Zim’s foot slipped, and he wobbled dangerously, arms flailing as he fought to regain his balance. Dib immediately turned, panic flashing across his face, but he quickly relaxed when he saw Zim manage to steady himself.

“Careful,” Dib repeated with a slight smirk, unable to resist.

“Silence!” Zim snapped, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Once they reached the ground safely, Dib adjusted his grip on the bags and veered toward the gate that led to the front of the house. Zim paused, staring after him in confusion.

“Why are we not taking the logical route through the back door?” Zim asked, his tone laced with irritation.

“No reason,” Dib replied a little too quickly, glancing over his shoulder with a nervous smile. “Uh, I...I just felt like it. Oh, and you should probably put on your disguise since we’ll be near the street.”

Zim rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Muttering something about "silly human nonsense," he pulled out his wig and eyes putting them on. To him, it wasn’t worth questioning further.

They reached the front door, Dib carefully pushing it open. Before he could fully step inside, Zim brushed past him, striding confidently into the darkened house.

As Zim reached for the light switch, the room suddenly lit up on its own. Before he could react, Gaz and Professor Membrane jumped out from behind the furniture, yelling in unison, “SURPRISE!”

The unexpected shout startled Zim, who let out a loud yelp. His instincts kicked in, and a laser weapon sprang from his Pak, its glowing barrel aimed directly at the source of the commotion.

“WHOA, Zim, wait!” Dib yelled, dropping the bags and holding his hands up in a panic. “It’s okay! Look, it’s just Gaz and Dad. It’s a surprise... baby shower!”

Zim’s chest heaved as he took in the scene, his eyes darting from Dib to the startled faces of Gaz and Membrane. Slowly, he began to lower the weapon, his breathing steadying as he retracted it back into his Pak.

“Baby… shower?” Zim repeated, still catching his breath. His tone was a mixture of confusion and suspicion. 

Dib relaxed, letting out a small sigh of relief. “Yeah, a baby shower. It’s a human tradition. You play games, eat cake, and open gifts for the baby. It’s supposed to be fun.”

Zim finally took in the decorated room, streamers, balloons, and a table stacked with presents and a cake. He noticed all the eyes on him, waiting for his reaction. Straightening his back, Zim cleared his throat, and adjusted his disguise trying to recover some of his dignity.

“Oh, yes. Of course,” he said, attempting a confident tone. “Zim is familiar with this primitive human custom.”

Gaz rolled her eyes, smirking, while Membrane clapped his hands together enthusiastically. “Wonderful! Let’s get started!”

Zim gave Dib a deadly look, muttering under his breath, “Do not pull something like this again.“ Dib nodded in understanding. “No more surprises, got cha.“ 

They stepped inside, the warm hum of the house feeling oddly comforting after their trip. Dib adjusted the bags in his hands and nodded toward Gaz, signaling for her to follow him upstairs to the bedroom. Meanwhile, Zim dropped onto the couch, immediately engaging in animated conversation with Professor Membrane.

“Where are Gir and Minimoose?” Dib asked quietly as they climbed the stairs.

“They’re down in the lab,” Gaz replied casually. “I put on all the seasons of The Angry Monkey Show for Gir and gave him three boxes of pizza. That should keep him distracted for a while.”

Dib chuckled softly, shaking his head at her efficiency. “Good thinking.”

Once they reached the bedroom, Dib set their belongings down in a corner, quickly arranging everything while Gaz leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed. With everything in place, they headed back downstairs.

As they stepped into the living room, they couldn’t help but overhear Zim and Professor Membrane engrossed in a lively conversation about their work.

“That binary star system is absolutely fascinating,” Membrane said, his tone brimming with intellectual excitement. “The gravitational interactions between the two stars are generating a rare phenomenon. A continuous spiral of accreted material. We’re still working to determine the exact cause.”

Zim, sitting with an air of exaggerated confidence, waved a hand dismissively. “The solution is obvious!” he declared, puffing out his chest. “One of the stars is experiencing magnetic field destabilization, forcing the material into that elegant spiral formation.”

Gaz rolled her eyes as she stepped into the room. “Enough with the nerd talk. Let’s play a game,” she announced, cutting through the discussion with her usual bluntness.

Zim blinked, momentarily thrown off, before narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “A game, you say? What kind of game?”

Gaz smirked. “The kind that’s going to make this baby shower a lot more fun. It's called pin the diaper on the baby”

She knelt down beside the couch, pulling out a small box filled with diapers, a roll of tape, a scarf, and a brightly colored poster featuring a cartoon baby. Standing up, she walked over to the wall and carefully taped the poster in place, smoothing it out with her hands to make sure it didn’t wrinkle.

Turning back to the room, she held up the scarf with a smirk. “Alright, this game is simple. Whoever’s turn it is gets blindfolded with this.” She waved the scarf for emphasis. “Then you’ll be spun around three times and have to try to pin one of these diapers on the baby’s butt. Simple, right?”

Before anyone else could react, Zim jumped off the couch with a burst of energy. “ZIM WANTS TO GO FIRST!” he announced, vibrating with excitement as he marched over to her.

She raised an eyebrow but shrugged, stepping forward to tie the scarf snugly over his eyes. Then she handed him a diaper with tape already attached, positioning it in his hands. “Alright, hold onto this,” she instructed. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she spun him around three times, each turn making him wobble more.

By the time she let him go, Zim was visibly dizzy, stumbling slightly before catching his footing. Holding the diaper aloft like a prized weapon, he waved it around, blindly searching for the poster. “ZIM SHALL PIN THIS DIAPER TO VICTORY!” he declared as the room burst into laughter.

Zim thrust the diaper forward triumphantly, pressing it firmly against the poster. He quickly yanked off the blindfold, eager to bask in his victory. Only to see that he had pinned the diaper squarely on the baby’s face.

“This game is RIGGED!” he proclaimed dramatically, throwing his arms into the air in outrage.

“No, you just suck at it,” Gaz deadpanned, a smirk playing on her lips as she grabbed the scarf. “Your turn, Dib.”

Dib groaned but reluctantly stepped forward, allowing Gaz to blindfold him. After spinning him around three times, she let him loose, watching with amusement as he stumbled toward the poster, holding the diaper out like it was a delicate artifact. With a hesitant press, he pinned the diaper just below the baby’s butt.

Gaz laughed, shaking her head. “Not bad, but not good either.”

Zim rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, already bored of the game. “Zim tires of this nonsense,” he muttered, huffing in irritation as Dib took off his blindfold.

When it was Professor Membrane’s turn, the family patriarch stepped forward with calm precision. After being spun around, he confidently pinned the diaper. only to land it on the baby’s back instead.

Gaz smirked, shaking her head. “Close, but no good,” she said before stepping up for her turn.

When it was finally her moment, Gaz made a show of tying the blindfold securely over her eyes. After being spun around three times, she stalked toward the poster with surprising accuracy. To everyone’s shock, she pinned the diaper perfectly on the baby’s butt.

“Boom. Nailed it,” Gaz said smugly, pulling off the blindfold as the others stared in varying degrees of surprise and annoyance from Zim.

They moved on to other games, each one more chaotic than the last. One game involved eating baby food served out of diapers, which prompted Zim to stand up in disgust and dramatically declare, “My smeet will NOT be consuming such vile trash! This is an insult to all advanced life forms!” His outburst earned a mix of laughter and eye rolls from everyone else.

In another game, they raced to chug juice from baby bottles to see who could finish first. Gaz effortlessly won, smirking as she placed her empty bottle on the table before anyone else was even halfway through.

Gaz’s winning streak continued throughout the evening, much to Zim’s growing irritation. Despite his frustration, he refused to show it, keeping a stiff upper lip and muttering under his breath. “These games are beneath Zim’s superior skills anyway.“

Finally, the moment Zim had been eagerly waiting for arrived, the best part of the party, in his opinion: cake and presents. Everyone gathered around him in the living room, cake in hand, as he sat at the center of the group, surrounded by piles of carefully wrapped gifts.

As Zim opened each present, he couldn’t help but notice a recurring theme. Diapers, wipes, and an assortment of baby girl clothes, some in pastel hues, others in vibrant colors were handed to him one after another. Zim eyed a pink onesie with a frilly tutu attached, holding it between two fingers like it was a contaminated specimen. “WHAT is the purpose of this frill? How does it assist in battle?”

Dib snorted. “It doesn’t.” 

One gift, however, caught his attention. It was a large, heavy book wrapped in simple paper. He carefully peeled the wrapping away and glanced at Gaz, raising an eyebrow. “What’s this for?” he asked, holding up the book.

“It’s a baby book,” Gaz explained with a slightly amused look. “You can use it to keep pictures of her as she hits different milestones in her life. First steps, first words, all that stuff.”

Zim tilted his head, considering the gift. “I see,” he said slowly, clearly pondering the idea. “…Hmph. Yes. A record of my smeet’s greatness is a worthy endeavor.”

 He said as he flipped through the pages.

As the day came to a close and all the gifts had been opened, Gaz and Membrane began gathering their things, preparing to head out. The room was filled with the quiet rustle of bags and the soft murmur of goodbyes.

But before they could leave, Dib called out. “Wait, before you go, Zim and I have some exciting news to share.”

Zim stood up, his posture straightening with a touch of pride. “Yes, we have decided on the child’s name.” He paused for dramatic effect, then announced with a hint of flair, “It shall be Miz.”

Gaz and Membrane both took a moment to process the name, exchanging thoughtful glances. Gaz was the first to speak. “I like it. It’s different... unique.” She gave a small nod of approval.

Membrane, ever the scientist, gave a slow nod as well. “I like it too. It has a certain... ring to it. Is it a family name, Zim? Like how you call babies ‘smeets’?”

Zim coughed awkwardly into his fist, a slight flush creeping up his neck. “You could say that,” he replied, his voice a little defensive, trying to downplay the personal significance.

After exchanging their goodbyes, Gaz and Membrane left, leaving the boys alone in the living room. They sank into the couch, the soft hum of the TV filling the space around them.

“So, besides the rough start, what did you think about the baby shower?” Dib asked, turning to look at Zim with a raised eyebrow.

Zim glanced at him with a smirk. “Well, besides your sister obviously cheating, I guess it was fine. And we did get a lot of stuff for the smeet,” he replied, his tone half-serious, half-playful.

Dib chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, we did. But we still need so much more.” He shook his head, laughing lightly to himself. “It’s a little overwhelming.”

Zim waved a hand dismissively. “Eh, the more important things like the crib. I’d rather build myself. Only the best for my smeet.” His grin was confident, the pride in his voice clear.

Zim then leaned his head onto Dib’s chest, finding a comfortable spot as they settled into the soft couch together. They sat in peaceful silence for the rest of the night, the flickering glow of the TV illuminating their content expressions. 

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Zim had spent hours hunched over his computer, furiously typing away as he worked to hack into the Irken network. His determination was unmatched, and every keystroke carried the weight of his growing frustration. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the screen flashed green, signaling his success.

“SUCCESS! ZIM IS A GENIUS!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the otherwise silent base. His manic grin widened as he leaned closer to the screen, eager to begin his search. If anyone could uncover information on Irken pregnancies, it was him.

Zim scoured the network, sifting through countless files and encrypted data, but his efforts yielded nothing. The frustration bubbled up again as he realized the information he sought was likely classified. Restricted to the Tallest or the Control Brains. Hacking the Control Brains was beyond even his capabilities, at least for now.

But Zim wasn’t one to give up so easily. A new plan sparked in his mind. He redirected his search, this time tracking down someone who might be able to help. After a few moments, he found him: Invader Skoodge. According to his PAK ID, the short, pudgy Irken was stationed on Planet Vort. Perfect, he's right were he needed him.

Wasting no time, Zim initiated a call. The computer screen emitted a sharp ring as the transmission connected, each moment stretching his patience thin. Finally, after a few rings, the screen flickered, and the familiar image of a stout, wide-eyed Irken appeared.

“Zim?” Skoodge’s voice came through, tinged with confusion. His expression quickly shifted to mild confusion as he took in Zims new physique.

“Hello, Skoodge,” Zim greeted, straightening his posture and clasping his hands behind his back in an attempt to appear composed.

“Zim, you’re looking… different,” Skoodge replied, tilting his head as he studied his old friend.

Zim’s antennae twitched slightly before lowering backward, and he instinctively crossed his arms over his midsection. “Yes, well… that’s precisely why I’m contacting you. Something… has happened.”

Skoodge raised an eyebrow, his gaze expectant as he waited for Zim to elaborate.

Zim let out a heavy sigh, hesitating before finally speaking. “I’m carrying a smeet,” he admitted flatly.

Skoodge blinked in stunned silence for a moment, his confusion evident before he finally blurted out, “What do you mean you’re carrying a smeet? How… how did this even happen? And how is that possible?!”

Zim pinched between his eyes, his frustration clear as he struggled to maintain his patience. “Look, Skoodge,” he began, his tone sharp but weary, “you don’t need to know the specifics of how it happened. Just know that, apparently, I still have a functioning Irken birthing pouch, and it’s doing its job. That’s all you need to concern yourself with right now.”

Skoodge continued to stare at Zim, his confusion still evident. “Well, it’s good to see you again, Zim, but… why are you telling me all of this?” he asked cautiously.

“I’ve learned that you’re currently stationed on Vort, correct?” Zim replied, his tone shifting to something more deliberate.

“Well, yeah, but how did you even know that?” Skoodge asked, his suspicion growing.

“Irrelevant,” Zim cut him off with a dismissive wave. “What matters is that Vort has the largest archives of knowledge in the galaxy. I need you to access those archives and find anything, anything at all on Irkens mating outside their species and Irken pregnancies. I’ve tried searching for answers on my own, but all the information is classified. However, the archives on Vort might have what I need.”

Skoodge took a moment to absorb the sudden barrage of information, his expression shifting between concern and uncertainty. “Zim, I’d be happy to help out an old friend, but what you’re asking for… it’s a lot. The archives are heavily guarded. If I’m caught, the consequences could be severe.”

Zim’s antennae twitched, a mixture of desperation and frustration flickering across his face. “You’re… you’re the only chance I have, Skoodge. If I could do it myself, I would, but I can’t. Not in my condition. I need your help....Please.”

Skoodge’s eyes widened in shock. He had never known Zim to ask for help, let alone say please. “You’re… you’re really freaked out, aren’t you?” Skoodge said softly, his usual lighthearted tone replaced by genuine concern.

Zim glanced away, his antennae drooping slightly. “She only has half a chance of surviving to term at this point,” he admitted, his voice subdued. “Her odds are improving, but it could still go either way. I need all the help I can get.”

For a moment, the two stood in heavy silence, the gravity of the situation hanging between them, until Skoodge finally broke it. “Alright, I’ll do what I can to get the information you need,” he said, his voice steady. “But on one condition.”

“Name it,” Zim replied, his eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion.

“Let me come to you,” Skoodge said without hesitation. “I've been wanting to leave Vort, and this is the perfect excuse to study something completely new, a hybrid!”

Zim’s antennae twitched as he instinctively placed a protective hand over the slight swell of his stomach. “She’s not a science experiment,” he said, his voice low.

Skoodge immediately raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Not an experiment,” he clarified quickly. “But it would be worth documenting. Think about it. This situation is unprecedented. Having a record of everything could help you and… others like you.”

Zim hesitated, his expression shifting as he mulled over the idea. The thought of keeping a record for reference had merit, and if there was anyone he could trust with such sensitive documentation besides Dib, it was Skoodge. Finally, he gave a small nod. “Fine. But only documentation. She’s my smeet, not some test subject.”

“You got it!” Skoodge said enthusiastically, flashing a wide grin and giving two enthusiastic thumbs up. “Send me your coordinates, and give me a couple of days to dig up the information you need. Once I have something, I’ll call you back.”

“Thank you,” Zim replied, his voice quieter than usual. “And I trust you’ll keep this discreet. The last thing I need is for the Tallest to catch wind of this situation.”

Skoodge gave a firm nod, his expression turning serious for a moment. “Your secret’s safe with me, Zim. You have my word. Invader Skoodge, signing off!”

With that, the transmission abruptly ended, leaving Zim staring at the blank screen. He let out a soft sigh, his shoulders sagging slightly as the tension eased, at least for now. This was only the first step, but knowing Skoodge was on board gave him a small glimmer of hope.

Zim made his way back up to the main floor, his mind still racing from the conversation he’d just had. Spotting Dib on the couch, he walked over and sat down beside him. Dib was casually watching TV but glanced over when Zim settled in next to him.

“I did something today,” Zim began, his tone serious but hopeful. “Something that will hopefully help us.”

Dib turned to face him fully, curiosity sparking in his amber eyes. “What did you do?”

“I reached out to an old acquaintance. An Irken named Skoodge,” Zim explained. “We grew up together and attended the Irken Academy at the same time. We even worked together on Hobo 13.”

Dib raised an eyebrow. “Why him? Why now?”

“Because he’s on Vort,” Zim said, his voice firm. “And Vort has one of the largest archives of known knowledge in the galaxy, especially when it comes to Irken biology and history. Unfortunately, most of it is restricted, classified, and out of reach for someone like me. But I believe Skoodge can access what we need. Information about Irken mating practices and pregnancy. Something that might give us answers.”

Dib paused, thinking it over carefully. “Do you trust him?” he asked after a moment.

Zim hesitated for only a split second before responding. “I do,” he said with conviction. “Skoodge is loyal to Zim.”

Dib nodded thoughtfully before Zim spoke again. “There’s something else,” Zim began hesitantly. “He’s going to be staying with us. I’m not sure for how long, but he wants to document the remainder of the pregnancy… and the smeet.”

Dib’s expression shifted to one of concern as he frowned. “Wait, hold on, he wants to study the smeet? Zim, she’s not some lab rat,” Dib said firmly.

“I know that, Dib,” Zim replied quickly, his tone calm but serious. “And I made that perfectly clear to him. But this is our best chance. He might even be able to help with the delivery and take some of the pressure off you.”

Dib’s gaze softened, and he leaned back slightly. “Are you… worried about me?” he asked, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Don’t be, Zim. I’m confident I can handle delivering the baby. I’ve read all the books, watched all the videos. I’ve got this.”

Zim’s expression softened into a rare, genuine smile. “I know you do, Dib. I’m not worried about that. But, as the lamaze video said, it’s good to have someone by your side for support. And if we can get Skoodge on board, we will have more help.”

Dib chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “So, what? Skoodge is going to be our midwife?”

 Zim nodded, his antennae perking up slightly. “That’s what I was thinking. Plus, Skoodge has some medical training, which is one of the main reasons I want him involved. He could provide extra assistance if anything unexpected happens.”

Dib let out a small sigh but smiled. “Alright, if you trust him, I’ll give him a chance. But just so we’re clear. I’m the one delivering this baby.”

“Of course,” Zim said, his smile widening. “There’s no one I’d trust more for that.”

A few days had passed, and Zim was working in the lab alongside Dib when Computer’s voice suddenly broke the silence.

“Incoming transmission from Invader Skoodge,” it announced in its usual monotone.

Zim immediately looked up from his work and turned to face the monitor. “Put him through!” he commanded.

The screen flickered to life, revealing Skoodge’s familiar face. “Hey, Zim!” he greeted, his tone cheerful despite what was coming. “I’ve got some good news… and some bad news.”

Zim’s eyes narrowed. “Start with the good news,” he said, crossing his arms impatiently.

“The good news is I found information on Irken mating and pregnancy,” Skoodge began, his tone hopeful. “A lot of it, actually. I’ll send it your way shortly.”

“And the bad news?” Zim asked, antennae twitching with irritation.

“The bad news…” Skoodge hesitated before continuing, “is that there’s nothing, absolutely nothing on Irkens mating outside their species or on hybrids. The archives are completely silent on that.”

Zim’s hands balled into fists as his temper flared. “Fucking perfect!” he growled, pacing back and forth in frustration. “Am I really the only Irken to ever have done this?!” His voice softened, almost breaking. “Am I really so... defective?”

Hearing the raw pain in Zim’s voice, Dib quickly crossed the room to stand beside him. Wrapping his arms around Zim in a comforting embrace, he said gently, “Hey, remember what I always tell you It’s okay to be different. That’s what makes you, you.”

But Zim pulled away, his face a mixture of anger and despair. “It’s a problem if she doesn’t even survive to term!” he spat, his voice trembling. “This isn’t about me, Dib. This is about her. If something goes wrong, she could…” His voice trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

Dib frowned, his heart aching for Zim. He reached out again, this time with less insistence. “We’re going to figure this out, Zim. Skoodge found something. It’s a start. We’ll get through this,okay?“

Zim didn’t respond right away, his shoulders tense as he stared at the monitor, but he didn’t pull away again. Skoodge, watching from the other side of the screen, chimed in softly, “Zim, you’re not defective. You’re… unique. And maybe that’s what makes this smeet so special. We’ll figure it out. I promise.”

Zim let out a slow breath, his antennae drooping slightly. “Fine. Send me what you’ve found, Skoodge,” he said at last, his voice quieter but steadier. 

Skoodge nodded. “I’ll send it right over,

You must be Zim's mate,” Skoodge said, studying Dib with a curious expression. “What are you exactly, if you don't mind me asking?”

Dib awkwardly scratched the back of his head, unsure how much detail to provide. “Oh, I’m a human,” he replied simply, offering a small smile.

“Fascinating,” Skoodge said, his antennae twitching slightly as he processed the information. “Anyway, I can leave tonight if you’re still willing to have me join you.”

“Yes, your knowledge of Irken medicine might prove invaluable to us,” Zim interjected, folding his arms. “How long do you estimate it will take for you to get here?”

“It should take me about three weeks,” Skoodge answered confidently. “I’ll let you know as soon as I enter your planet’s atmosphere.”

Zim nodded sharply, satisfied with the plan. “Very well. We’ll be expecting you. Goodbye for now.” With that, Zim signed off, the screen going dark as the transmission ended.

The information Skoodge sent flashed onto the screen, filling it with text and diagrams. Zim quickly downloaded it onto a tablet, his antennae twitching in thought as he reviewed the data. “I guess this is better than nothing,” he muttered, his tone laced with irritation.

Dib stood beside him, glancing over at the screen briefly before stepping back. “You go ahead and start looking through it. I’m going to pick up a pizza. Pepperoni?” he asked, already heading toward the door.

Zim nodded distractedly. “Yes. And get a cheese pizza for GIR.”

“Got it,” Dib said with a small wave as he left.

Alone, Zim scrolled through the information on the tablet, his ruby eyes narrowing in concentration. The data was fascinating, yet baffling. According to Skoodge's notes, Irkens hadn't mated for a few millennia, and natural-born smeets hadn’t existed since then. Instead, Irken reproduction had become entirely artificial, reliant on cloning and genetic engineering when the mating stopped. Gestation, when it did occur, was brief. Only four months and involved laying eggs. But these weren’t eggs as humans understood them; there was no hard shell, just a protective membrane encasing the smeet.

Zim’s clawed fingers tightened around the tablet as he frowned. So why am I going to have a live birth? he wondered. The information only seemed to raise more questions than it answered, leaving Zim more perplexed and frustrated than before.

Zim entered the living room, setting the tablet down on the coffee table before sinking into the couch with a tired sigh. He grabbed the remote and began flipping through channels, his mind only half-focused on the flashing images. Moments later, the front door opened, and Dib walked in, balancing two pizza boxes in his hands.

“How did the research go?” Dib asked, heading straight to the kitchen to set the pizzas on the counter.

Zim perked up, shutting off the TV and following him into the kitchen. “I’ve learned a bit,” he said, his tone tinged with frustration. “But nothing particularly helpful. Apparently, when Irkens mated among ourselves and became pregnant, gestation only lasted four months, and we laid a type of egg.”

Dib froze mid-motion, holding a plate as he turned to face Zim, a slice of pizza already on it. “An egg? Four months?” he repeated, blinking in surprise. “That’s… wild. So why isn’t that the case with you? You’re hitting all the markers for a human pregnancy.”

Zim grabbed a plate and took a slice of pizza, biting into it before responding. “Exactly. That’s what I can’t figure out. It doesn’t make sense. I’m carrying a hybrid, not a total human worm-baby, yet everything about this points to your species' process. I have more questions than answers now,” he admitted, his ruby eyes narrowing in frustration as he took another bite.

GIR burst into the room at full speed, flailing his arms and yelling incoherently about pizza and pigs. Dib, used to the chaos, casually handed him a pizza box without missing a beat. “Here, GIR,” he said, watching as the little robot snatched the box and bolted toward the lab, giggling maniacally.

The room fell quiet again as Zim and Dib sat at the table, eating their pizza in companionable silence. It wasn’t until Dib set down his empty plate that he spoke up. “You know what I think will cheer you up?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. “Finally working on the babies room. We’ve got, what, three weeks before Skoodge gets here, right?”

Zim finished off his slice, dabbing at his mouth with a napkin as he considered the idea. “I suppose I would like that,” he said slowly, his voice soft but growing more confident. “Maybe we can combine our ideas. Only the best for our smeet,” he added, a flicker of pride lighting up his expression.

Dib couldn’t help but smile at him. “Then it’s a plan. Bright and early tomorrow, we’ll get started.”

Zim gave a small, determined nod. “Yes. Bright and early,” he repeated, and for the first time all day he felt some excitement. 

Zim sat in the rocking chair they had built together, testing its motion as he rocked back and forth with a focused expression. “Hmmm, this seems stable enough,” he muttered, though he struggled slightly to lift himself out of the seat.

“Good,” Dib replied, standing nearby with his arms crossed. “We’re probably going to be spending a lot of time in it. Rocking helps soothe babies, after all.”

Zim glanced around the room, his red eyes scanning every detail as he took in their work. With the help of the computer, he had added this extra room upstairs, right next to their bedroom. Now, it was finally starting to feel complete.

The walls were painted a soft, light purple, adorned with decals of stars and UFOs that Dib had carefully applied. Above them, the ceiling displayed a mesmerizing projection of constellations and tiny moving ships, casting a gentle glow over the space.

Against one wall stood the changing table, an Earth-made piece Dib had found, now painted black and decorated with tiny, glowing stars that twinkled faintly in the dim light, filled with diapers and wipes. Along one wall stood a sturdy bookshelf, neatly lined with an assortment of children's books that Dib had carefully chosen. The collection ranged from colorful picture books about space and science to whimsical stories filled with adventure and imagination. 

Against another wall was a sleek black dresser, its drawers already brimming with tiny outfits.

The centerpiece of the room was the crib. A collaborative creation from both Zim and Dib.

The crib had a sleek, pod-like design with smooth, rounded edges and a sturdy, stable base. Its glossy black finish reflected the faint green glow of the room. The crib hovered ever so slightly, gently rocking back and forth. A feature Zim insisted on and Dib had triple-checked to ensure it was completely safe.

Above the crib, a built-in mobile spun lazily, featuring miniature Irken ships, planets, and glowing orbs. It played faint Earth lullabies that Dib had installed, much to Zim’s begrudging acceptance. Beneath the mobile, Zim had added his own enhancements: a temperature regulator that adjusted automatically to the baby’s needs and a monitoring pad that tracked her heart rate, movements, and sounds, sending real-time updates to their devices.

To finish the crib Dib had carefully selected soft blankets and pillows, each adorned with star and moon patterns, a plush star and an alien toy A joint purchase from the store.

“This is acceptable,” Zim said, a hint of pride in his voice as he took one last look around the nursery.

“Yep,” Dib replied, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Now all we’re waiting on is her.” He wrapped an arm around Zim’s shoulders and pulled him in close.

Zim allowed himself a moment of contentment before glancing at the time. “Skoodge should be here any day now,” he said, stepping toward the door. He led Dib out of the nursery. “His room is all ready for him down in the lab.”

They made their way to their own bedroom, Zim immediately heading into the adjoining bathroom with Dib close behind. “Quick shower, then straight to bed,” Zim announced as he began stripping off his clothes, wasting no time.

Dib followed suit, tossing his clothes aside as Zim turned on the filtered water, adjusting it to the perfect temperature. They stepped into the shower together, steam filling the small space. Taking their time, they alternated washing each other, the soothing rhythm of the water mingling with quiet laughter.

Once they were both clean, Zim turned off the water, and they climbed out, grabbing towels to dry each other off. It was a familiar routine.

Afterward, they slipped into their pajamas, Zim tugging at the hem of his shirt, while Dib stretched and yawned. They climbed into bed, the warmth of the blankets wrapping around them as they settled in. Within moments, the quiet comfort of the room lulled them, and they slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next day, Zim and Dib were lounging in the living room, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when a sudden transmission flickered onto the screen. Skoodge’s familiar face appeared, a grin spread wide across his features.

“Hey, Zim! I’m entering your atmosphere now,” Skoodge announced cheerfully.

Zim nodded, his expression serious. “Make sure to cloak your ship and put on a disguise before you step out. This is a pre-contact planet. These pathetic humans don’t yet know we exist.” His tone was sharp, though there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Skoodge gave a quick thumbs-up. “Can do. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

With that, the transmission ended, leaving the room quiet once again. Zim and Dib sat for a moment before the faint hum of a ship descending reached their ears and antenna, followed by the sound of something landing softly in the backyard. Moments later, a knock echoed from the back door.

The two exchanged a glance and got up from the couch, making their way through the kitchen. Zim opened the door to reveal Skoodge standing there, cloaked in a crude human disguise, his ship nowhere in sight.

“Welcome to Earth, Skoodge,” Zim said, stepping aside with a dramatic wave of his arm. “This is my mate, Dib.”

Dib gave a small wave, offering a polite smile. “Good to finally meet you in person. Zim’s told me a lot about you.”

Skoodge beamed, his short stature and eager energy filling the doorway. “It’s great to be here! Thanks for letting me stay.”

Zim smirked, glancing over his shoulder. “Come in quickly before the filthy neighbors see. We have much to discuss.”

With that, they ushered Skoodge inside.

They gathered around the kitchen table, settling into their seats. Skoodge was the first to break the silence, leaning forward with curiosity.

“So, how far along are you, Zim?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Six months,” Zim replied matter-of-factly, resting a hand on the table.

Dib, sitting beside him, slipped an arm around Zim’s shoulders and smiled warmly. “Yep, just three months to go now,” he added, his excitement barely contained.

Skoodge nodded thoughtfully, processing the information. “I see,” he murmured before standing up and rummaging through his Pak. A moment later, he pulled out a small, handheld camera device.

“Zim, stand up for me,” Skoodge requested, waving the camera slightly.

Zim hesitated, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “Why?”

“I want to document how big you are at this stage,” Skoodge explained with a grin.

Zim let out a dramatic huff but eventually stood, turning to the side reluctantly. “Fine, but make it quick!” he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest as Skoodge snapped a few pictures.

Dib chuckled softly, watching the exchange. “We’ve actually been documenting a lot of the changes he’s been going through since we found out,” Dib said, his tone growing more animated. “It’s fascinating, his pregnancy is almost identical to a human’s, and from what we can see the baby looks really human too.”

“That’s fascinating,” Skoodge said, his eyes wide with wonder. “Can I see all the information you’ve gathered so far?”

Zim pulled a sleek tablet from his Pak, tapping a few buttons before placing it over Skoodge’s device. With a press of a glowing green icon, the documents and data transferred seamlessly. “There. Everything we’ve documented is now on your tablet,” Zim said, leaning back in his chair with a small huff.

“Thanks! This will be fascinating to go through.” Skoodge replied eagerly, already scrolling through some of the files.

Zim fixed him with a sharp glare. “Just keep those to yourself, Skoodge. I don’t need this information falling into the wrong hands or worse, being sent to the Tallest.”

Skoodge raised a hand in mock salute, his expression serious. “No worries, Zim. These are for my eyes only. You have my word.”

Zim nodded in satisfaction but suddenly tensed, his eyes widening as a sharp cramp shot through his stomach. His breath hitched, and he instinctively placed a hand over his belly, rubbing it in slow circles.

Dib’s eyes narrowed in concern, and he immediately leaned closer. “Zim, are you okay?” he asked, his voice soft but urgent.

Skoodge’s excitement was replaced with worry as he watched Zim’s face. “What’s wrong? Is it the smeet?”

Zim took a slow, shaky breath, trying to compose himself. “It’s… fine. Just a cramp. Nothing to panic over.”

Zim managed to stay still for only a moment before another sharp cramp tore through him, forcing a strained “Ouch what is she doing in there?!” through his gritted teeth. His hand shot to his belly, and his antennae twitched in discomfort.

Dib shot up from his seat, his face a mix of alarm and determination. “That’s it. We’re going down to the lab to get you checked out,” he said firmly.

Skoodge’s usual calm demeanor crumbled as he looked between them, his expression filled with panic. “Is the smeet coming?!” he asked, his voice rising slightly.

Dib quickly moved to Zim’s side, wrapping an arm around him to help him stand. Zim leaned against him heavily, his face laced with worry.

“It’s too early for that,” Dib said, glancing at Skoodge with a steady but urgent tone. “Help me get him to the lab.”

Skoodge nodded quickly, snapping into action as he followed Dib’s lead. Together, they helped Zim shuffle toward the elevator, his steps unsteady as another wave of pain flickered across his face.

The ride down felt longer than usual, the hum of the elevator amplifying the tension in the air. Zim clung to Dib, his voice shaky with nervousness. “Dib… what if she’s…” He trailed off, his red eyes filled with worry.

Dib tightened his grip on Zim, his voice calm but reassuring. “Don’t think about that right now. The Computer will tell us what’s going on. We’ll figure this out, okay?”

They stepped out of the elevator, making their way quickly toward the center of the lab. Zim’s movements were tense, his voice trembling as he spoke. “Computer, scan me. Tell me what’s wrong with the smeet!”

A long, thick wire descended from the ceiling, emitting a soft hum as it began to scan Zim’s body. The glowing light swept over him, and the tension in the room was palpable as they waited. After a few moments, the Computer spoke in its calm, monotone voice.

“Smeet survival percentage: fifty-eight percent. Smeet is growing at a normal rate.”

Zim, Dib, and Skoodge exchanged confused glances, the vague response doing little to ease their concerns. “Something has to be wrong with the smeet!” Zim exclaimed, his voice rising in frustration. “Why was I in pain?!”

The Computer replied without hesitation. “You are currently experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions. Your body is preparing for labor.”

Zim’s eyes widened in panic, his antennae shooting straight up. “Am I about to go into labor?!?” he shrieked, gripping Dib’s arm tightly.

“Estimated due date is July 24th,” the Computer replied, unbothered by Zim’s outburst.

Zim’s breathing quickened as his mind raced. “But if I’m not in labor, and nothing is wrong with the smeet—”

“Wait!” Dib interrupted, his voice cutting through Zim’s growing panic. “Braxton Hicks. I’ve heard of that.” He placed both hands on Zim’s shoulders, grounding him. “Everything’s okay, Zim. This is completely normal during the later stages of pregnancy. It’s your body’s way of practicing for the real thing.”

Zim’s frantic gaze met Dib’s calm one, and he blinked, trying to process the words. “So… this isn’t labor? The smeet is fine?”

Dib nodded firmly, giving Zim’s shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “Exactly. These contractions are harmless. They’re just a sign that your body is getting ready, but it’s not time yet.”

Zim exhaled sharply, the tension in his body easing ever so slightly. “Hmph. My body is acting ridiculous,” he muttered, though his voice had lost some of its earlier edge.

Skoodge, who had been silently watching, chimed in with a nervous chuckle. “See? Everything’s under control! No need to panic… too much.”

Dib smirked and guided Zim to a nearby chair. “Let’s sit for a bit, okay? You’ve had enough excitement for one day.”

Zim huffed but allowed Dib to help him, his hands still resting protectively over his belly. “This smeet better appreciate all the suffering I’m enduring,” he grumbled, though a hint of relief flickered in his eyes.

Dib chuckled, glancing over at Skoodge with a playful grin. “So, you still want to stay in this crazy house, Skoodge? Not exactly the most peaceful place, is it?”

Skoodge blinked, his eyes darting between Zim, who was still muttering complaints under his breath, and Dib, who seemed far too used to the chaos. After a moment, Skoodge managed a nervous laugh. “Well... it’s definitely more exciting than I expected, but I think I can handle it. Hopefully.”

Dib smirked, crossing his arms. “Good, because things are probably only going to get crazier from here.”

Chapter Text

It had been a month since Skoodge had arrived, and Zim was now a very uncomfortable seven months along. Skoodge had quickly settled into the cozy little room Zim begrudgingly put together for him in the lab, though Zim insisted it was purely for convenience and not because he cared.

Dib made his way down the hall and stopped outside Skoodge’s door, giving it a quick knock. The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing Skoodge standing there, already smiling.

“Hey, Skoodge,” Dib said, hands in his pockets. “We’re about to do a live ultrasound and thought you might want to see.”

Skoodge’s antennae perked with interest. “Yes! Absolutely! I’d love to see her and see how much she’s grown!”

He followed Dib through the corridor into the main section of the lab. A few moments later, they found Zim sitting at a console, typing furiously with a familiar grumpy slouch in his posture. His antennae twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps, and he turned, squinting suspiciously.

“What are you working on, Zim?” Skoodge asked, peeking at the screen.

Zim let out a groan. “I’m inputting my latest body measurements! This wretched smeet has expanded my midsection by twenty-seven entire centimeters! Twenty-seven! At this rate, I shall become an enormous balloon!”

“I mean… your body’s adapting. That’s what it’s supposed to do,” Dib said with a casual shrug.

“It better adapt, or my torso will literally explode from the pressure! And if it does, Dib, the blame will rest solely on you! I shall come back from the afterlife just to haunt your every waking moment!”

Dib smirked. “Fair deal. You can personally destroy me if that actually happens.”

“Gladly.”

“Anyway, let’s give Skoodge a live look at the smeet,” Dib said, stepping toward the computer screen.

Zim grumbled under his breath but relented with a sigh. He stood up and barked, “Computer! Begin live scan.”

A cable descended from the ceiling with a soft mechanical whir, hovering over Zim’s rounded belly. A scan beam activated, and within moments, the screen lit up with the familiar, image of their growing hybrid smeet, wiggling gently as she shifted around inside.

Skoodge’s eyes widened in wonder. “Wow… she’s really getting big. Look at her go.”

Zim placed a hand on his stomach and winced slightly as the smeet rolled within. “Yes, I can feel it. Constantly. She’s always wriggling around like she owns the place.”

“You can actually feel her from the outside too,” Dib added with a nod.

“Can… can I try?” Skoodge asked, his voice a little shy.

“No,” Zim snapped immediately.

“Zim,” Dib said with patience that only made Zim’s eye twitch. “Skoodge is here to help. Be nice.”

“Ugh. FINE. Approach.”

Skoodge walked over, reaching a hand forward hesitantly. Just before he touched Zim’s belly, Zim suddenly grabbed his wrist and repositioned his hand. “There. She just kicked right there.”

Skoodge stood still, waiting… then his face lit up as he felt a solid little thump under his palm.

“Whoa… there’s really something in there,” he said in awe.

Zim rolled his eyes with an exaggerated groan. “OF COURSE there is! What did you think was going on? That I was just getting FAT for fun?!”

Skoodge pulled his hand back, still smiling. “No, but… feeling it makes it feel real, you know?”

Dib smirked at both of them, then turned toward the console. “Hey, Computer, what’s the current survival probability for the baby?”

“Seventy-three percent,” the monotone voice replied.

“You hear that, Zim? That’s a big improvement.”

Zim blinked, and for a moment, a rare softness flickered across his face. He placed a hand on his belly again and let out a small breath. “…She’s a fighter.”

Dib checked his phone and raised an eyebrow. “We better head out if we want to make it to the restaurant in time to meet Gaz.”

“Ah, yes,” Zim said, suddenly standing. “Tonight, Skoodge, you face your greatest trial yet… you meet the Dib-Sibling.”

Skoodge chuckled, following them toward the elevator with a pleased look on his face. Secretly, he was just looking forward to more human food.

Zim and skoodge put on their disguises and the trio loaded into the car, well, more like Dib carefully helped Zim into the passenger seat while Zim barked, “I do NOT need assistance, Earth-monkey!” but still let him do it. Skoodge squeezed into the backseat, looking delighted just to be involved.

Dib started the engine, glancing at Zim’s very visible bump. “You doing okay? Need anything?”

Zim reclined the seat a little with a huff. “I require a throne and an anti-gravity suspension field to relieve the weight crushing my internal organs. But I shall settle for air conditioning.”

Dib rolled his eyes and turned the fan up.

“Thank you,” Zim muttered, crossing his arms. “I suppose.”

From the backseat, Skoodge leaned forward between the seats. “So… you said before this Gaz can be scary?”

Zim let out a short laugh. “HA! Scary? She's a terrifying force of destruction. One wrong comment and she will vaporize your soul with just a glare. I have witnessed it. Ask Dib.”

“She’s not that bad,” Dib said, though his voice lacked a little confidence.

“She once made a grown man cry just by criticizing his human nose,” Zim added, staring out the window. “His nose, Skoodge. Then he turned to tears.”

Skoodge blinked. “Oh… neat.”

Dib smirked in the rearview mirror. “Don’t worry. She’ll like you. You’re basically harmless.”

“HEY,” Skoodge frowned. “I can be threatening! Sometimes.”

“No, no,” Zim said flatly. “It is your harmless nature that keeps you alive. Gaz will sense no threat from you. I, on the other hand, must maintain constant vigilance.”

Zim shifted in his seat and rubbed his stomach as the smeet gave a particularly strong kick. “GAAH! She’s practicing her wild maneuvers again! Right into my spleen!”

“I don’t think Irkens have spleens,” Dib muttered.

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S IN THERE ANYMORE, DIB!” Zim wailed. “Everything is squished and rearranged and probably backwards!”

Sitting in the back, Skoodge snorted into his hands, trying not to laugh.

“Go ahead. Laugh at Zim’s misery,” Zim grumbled. “It’s apparently everyone’s favorite hobby now.”

“No,” Skoodge said softly, smiling. “I think you’re doing amazing.”

Zim blinked and turned to look at him, caught off guard.

Dib glanced over too, genuinely surprised.

“…Well,” Zim said, straightening up. “Of course I am. I am ZIM.“ 

After a few minutes Dib pulled into the parking lot of the Chinese restaurant, easing the car into a spot near the front entrance. The neon signs glowed softly in the evening light, casting a red hue across the windshield. As soon as the engine shut off, Dib jumped out and jogged around to the passenger side.

Zim was already fumbling with the door, muttering something under his breath, but Dib gently opened it and offered a hand. Zim shot him a glare, antennae twitching under his wig, but ultimately allowed it grumbling the entire time as he was helped to his feet.

“I could have done that myself, you know,” Zim huffed, straightening his shirt.

“Yeah, yeah. But now you didn’t have to,” Dib said with a smirk.

Skoodge climbed out from the backseat, his eyes immediately drawn to the restaurant's facade. He tilted his head, curious. “This place looks different from the other restaurants I’ve seen since I got here…”

“That’s because it’s styled like a traditional Chinese palace,” Dib explained, motioning toward the ornate golden rooftop, red pillars, and dragon carvings that curled along the entryway. “It’s kind of a fancy place.”

Skoodge nodded in quiet appreciation, clearly impressed as Dib led the two aliens through the front doors. The warm aroma of spices and sizzling food greeted them immediately, and the soft hum of quiet conversation filled the air.

They looked around, scanning the rows of booths and polished tables. In the far corner, Gaz sat alone with a drink in hand, leaning back with her usual bored expression until she spotted them. She gave a small, lazy wave to get their attention.

“There she is,” Dib said, leading the way.

They made their way across the room, weaving between tables. Zim walked with a proud (if slightly waddling) stride, his hand resting over his stomach. Skoodge looked around in wide-eyed wonder at the glowing lanterns and painted walls.

As they reached the table, Gaz raised an eyebrow, taking in the unusual trio. She gave Zim a once-over, her eyes pausing on his stomach before flicking to Skoodge with casual curiosity.

Gaz didn’t waste time with pleasantries. She leaned back in her seat sipping her drink, eyes locked on Skoodge with mild interest. “So… who’s this?”

Dib gestured between them. “This is Skoodge, he’s one of Zim’s Irken friends.”

Gaz’s eyes narrowed slightly as she studied Skoodge’s rounded, friendly face and remarkably seamless human disguise. “Why does he have a way better disguise than Zim?”

Zim let out an indignant huff. “ZIM’S disguise is perfectly adequate, thank you very much!” he snapped, as he spoke through gritted teeth. 

Gaz smirked behind her menu. “Right. Clearly, you’re in a mood today.”

Zim growled low in his throat, ready to unleash a rant of righteous fury, but before he could let loose, Dib calmly reached over and squeezed his hand. Zim blinked, then slowly closed his mouth, still fuming, but contained… for now.

“Zim’s just been a little more emotional lately,” Dib explained gently. “The baby’s been moving a lot and making him really uncomfortable.”

Gaz’s expression shifted, just slightly, into something more neutral. “So… the baby’s still doing okay?”

Zim grumbled and opened his menu. “Yes, yes… the smeet’s survival rate has risen to seventy-three percent,” he muttered, scanning the options. “She is persistent. Like her creator.”

“That’s good,” Gaz said with a nod, flipping open her own menu. “Still weird hearing you talk about a kid though.”

Zim scoffed. “It is not weird. It is simply amazing being the only irken to do this. Terrifying. Complicated. But amazing nonetheless.”

Gaz raised an eyebrow. “I also didn’t know you had friends, Zim.”

Zim lifted his chin. “ZIM has had many acquaintances! Skoodge and I trained together at the Irken Academy. He has survived my presence for many years.”

Skoodge nodded with a cheerful smile. “Yeah! I’m here to help monitor Zim’s pregnancy and assist with everything once the smeet’s born.”

Gaz blinked. “Huh. Well, good luck with that.”

Skoodge leaned forward, glancing at Zim’s menu. “Hey, uh… Zim? What should I order?”

Zim didn’t even look up. “Chow mein. No meat with a poop soda. The noodles are acceptable and the vegetables do not offend me.”

Dib chuckled softly and flagged the waiter.

“Hello! What can I get for you all today?” the waiter asked, pen and notepad at the ready.

Dib glanced up first. “I’ll have the orange chicken with fried rice, and a classic poop soda thanks,” he said, handing over his menu.

Zim didn’t even look up from the table. “Chow mein with grilled shrimp with a lemonade.“

Skoodge piped up next, giving a polite smile. “I’ll have the chow mein too, but no meat, with a poop soda please.”

“And I’ll take the General Tso’s chicken, fried rice on the side and a refill,” Gaz said casually, handing off her menu.

The waiter nodded, scribbling their orders down quickly, then gathered their menus and walked off toward the kitchen.

Dib leaned toward Zim with a teasing smirk. “Shrimp, huh? That’s new.”

Zim gave a grumble, placing his hands delicately on his swollen stomach. “The tiny sea creatures seem… appetizing at the moment,” he said.

Skoodge blinked in confusion. “Wait, shrimp? Isn’t that meat? I thought we couldn’t eat meat?”

Gaz didn’t even look up from her drink. “Apparently Zim can eat meat now since he got knocked up.” She smirked. “Weird alien cravings or whatever.”

“I still need to add that to the notes,” Dib murmured, half to himself. “We’ve been tracking all the changes in Zim’s physiology since the pregnancy started. It’s been… educational.”

Zim crossed his arms and huffed. “I do not consume meat for pleasure. The smeet demands it. I am merely a vessel catering to her nutritional whims!”

Skoodge tilted his head. “So you only like it because of the smeet?”

“Yes!” Zim barked. “Were it not for this tiny, life-form growing within me, I would still be repulsed by your barbaric meat traditions! But alas, she craves, and Zim provides.”

Gaz smirked behind her drink, eyes glinting with mischief. “Aww, look at you such a good little space mama,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Zim nearly shot out of his seat, antennae twitching with fury knocking his wig a little. “ZIM IS NO MAMA!” he roared, slamming his hands on the table. “As I have told Dib a thousand times. I am the primary father! The dominant parental unit!“

He huffed, crossing his arms over his swollen belly and turning his head with an exaggerated pout.

Dib chuckled and reached out, slipping an arm around Zim’s shoulders. “Alright, Gaz, ease up. He’s been sensitive about the terminology.” He gave Zim a little squeeze, and the alien grumbled but leaned into the touch still pouting, arms stubbornly folded.

Skoodge, tilting his head curiously, asked in all innocence, “But… aren’t you technically the mother? I mean, you’re the one giving birth, right? Isn’t that what mothers do?”

Zim turned his head so slowly toward Skoodge it was almost comical. His eyes narrowed to slits. “Would you… like to keep your antennae, Skoodge?”

Skoodge raised his hands quickly. “Shutting up.”

Gaz grinned behind her glass, clearly enjoying herself. “Don’t worry, Zim. Only a couple more months left. Then you can go back to being your usual terrifying self… but, you know, with a diaper bag.”

Zim groaned, slumping back in his seat. “If I survive that long. The smeet has already claimed my dignity with the weight. Next, it will be my organs.”

Dib laughed, gently rubbing Zim’s back. “You're doing great, Zim. Really.”

Zim smirked. “Of course I am. Zim does everything with greatness… even suffering.”

A few moments later, the waiter returned, setting down steaming plates and chilled drinks in front of each of them. “Can I get you all anything else?” he asked with a polite smile.

Dib shook his head. “Nah, I think we’re good. Thanks.”

The waiter nodded and slipped away, leaving them in a brief, comfortable silence as they all began to dig into their meals.

Skoodge eyed his chow mein suspiciously, poking at it with his fork like it might suddenly jump off the plate. He finally took a cautious bite and instantly, his eyes lit up with delight.

“This is amazing!” he said, his mouth still half-full as he dove in for another forkful. “Seriously, this is incredible!”

Dib grinned. “I know right! You’ve gotta try the soda too,” he said, motioning toward Skoodge’s drink.

Skoodge took a big sip and froze as his eyes widened in surprise. “What is this wondrous bubbly nectar?!” he gasped, clutching the cup before taking another swig. “Earth has so many delectable dishes! How does anyone function with so many choices?!”

Dib laughed, amused. “That’s Earth for you so many different cultures, so much variety. You could live here for years and never eat the same meal twice.”

They all dug into their food, chatting and enjoying the moment, until Zim finally spoke up through a mouthful of shrimp.

“We have finished the smeet’s quarters,” he declared with satisfaction, dabbing at his mouth with a napkin.

Gaz looked up from her plate, raising an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? So now all that’s left… is her, huh?”

Dib nodded. “Yep. Everything’s ready. And with Skoodge staying with us now, we’ve got backup for when Zim finally goes into labor. He’s got some basic medical training, just in case.”

Gaz turned her gaze to Skoodge with a smirk. “Oh really? You ever delivered a baby before? Irken-human hybrid or otherwise?”

Skoodge shrank slightly in his seat, frowning. “Well… no, not exactly. But I’ve had standard Irken medical training! I mean… two hands are better than one, right?” He gave a nervous laugh.

Zim waved a hand dismissively, clearly unimpressed by the concern. “Bah! Do not worry, Skoodge. My body is already proving itself to be far superior, adapting flawlessly to the smeet and her incessant demands. The birth shall go smoothly. ZIM is not concerned.”

Gaz gave him a long, skeptical look. “You’re not even a little concerned?”

Zim stabbed a shrimp. “Zim does not do concern. Zim does preparation.”

Dib leaned closer, smirking. “You were literally crying because she kicked your rib yesterday.”

“I WAS HAVING A MOMENT!” Zim snapped, eyes narrowing.

Gaz snorted. “Yeah. A very maternal moment.”

Zim growled into his chow mein.

Dib smirked, resting his chin in his hand. “She’s just trying and clearly succeeding at getting under your skin, Zim.”

Zim huffed, finishing the last bite of his food, still pouting. “Zim cannot be ‘gotten under’! Zim is an impenetrable fortress of emotional stability!” he snapped, despite his sulky expression.

When they were all done, the waiter returned to clear their plates and placed a small fortune cookie in front of each of them. Skoodge picked his up with a curious frown, turning it over.

Gaz raised an eyebrow. “You crack it open and it tells you your ‘fortune,’” she said, making exaggerated air quotes. “Then you eat it. It’s tradition.”

She opened hers with a lazy flick, pulled the tiny paper out, and read it aloud. “‘Your sharp tongue will cut through many obstacles.’” A slow smirk spread across her face. “Well, that checks out.”

Dib laughed. “Yeah, that one’s basically just a warning label for anyone who talks to you.”

Gaz popped the cookie into her mouth with a smug shrug. “Hey, at least mine’s accurate.”

Across the table, Skoodge had finally crushed his cookie open overzealously causing crumbs to rain across the table like confetti. He picked up his slip of paper and squinted at it. “‘You will discover something new and wonderful today.’” His face lit up. “I did! Earth food is amazing!”

Dib grinned, already cracking his own cookie open. “Told you,” he said as he unfolded the paper. He read it aloud: “‘Your future is written in the stars. Trust your path.’”

Zim let out an exaggerated groan, rolling his eyes. “Ugh. Of course yours sounds like it belongs in a cheap horoscope pamphlet.”

Gaz leaned over to glance at it. “Wow. That’s basically just a polite way of saying ‘keep being a nerd.’”

Dib shrugged, slipping the paper into his jacket pocket. “I am a scientist who dabbles in paranormal investigations. Stars and fate are kind of my jam.”

All eyes turned to Zim, who still hadn’t touched his cookie. He regarded it with suspicion before cracking it precisely down the middle with his claws. He plucked the fortune out.

“Let’s see what fabricated nonsense you have for ZIM, cookie oracle,” he growled, narrowing his eyes at the tiny slip.

He read it silently at first, antennae twitching under his wig.

“Well? What’s it say?” Dib asked, leaning closer.

Zim paused, then cleared his throat and read, “‘A great responsibility will become your greatest pride.’”

The table fell quiet for a beat.

Gaz blinked. “Okay... that's freakishly accurate.”

Skoodge gave a soft, warm smile. “That definitely sounds like your smeet.”

Zim frowned at the fortune, then down at his round belly. His clawed fingers lightly brushed over it, thoughtfully. “…Yes. Well. Perhaps this cookie is not entirely foolish.”

Dib grabbed the bill the waiter had left, swiftly paying for their meal. As he tucked the receipt into his wallet, Gaz stood up and pulled her jacket on, ready to leave. “Thanks for dinner, Dib,” she said, her tone a little less sarcastic than usual.

Dib raised an eyebrow but smiled. “No problem, sis. Always happy to treat.”

Skoodge, still beaming from the meal, turned to Gaz. “It was really nice meeting you, Gaz. Thank you for well, putting up with me.”

Gaz smirked but this time, her expression softened. “Eh, I’ve had worse. You’re not so bad.” She gave them a casual wave. “See you guys around.”

Dib nodded and waved back. “Take care, Gaz!”

The trio climbed into the car, with Dib once again helping Zim settle in, though this time, Zim didn’t protest. He let Dib assist him without the usual huffing and puffing. Dib started the engine, the familiar hum filling the air as he shifted the car into gear. As they pulled out of the parking lot, the golden light of the setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, casting a peaceful glow over the road ahead.

Chapter Text

“Okay, let’s see,” Dib said, pacing the living room with a data pad in hand. “I’ve got the birthing ball, the back massager for Zim, and the med bay is fully stocked and ready. Anything else we’re missing?” He glanced up, eyebrows raised.

Skoodge, sitting nearby, shook his head. “I don’t think so. Can you think of anything, Zim?”

Zim was slouched on the couch, one hand propping up his head, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and irritation. “How the hell am I supposed to know?” he snapped. “I’ve never done this before!”

Dib exchanged a knowing look with Skoodge, who gave a small shrug. Zim’s mood swings had been steadily worsening as he approached full term, and it was evident the pregnancy was taking a significant toll on him both physically and emotionally. To his endless frustration, he had also developed small nibbles, something he found particularly difficult to accept. It was a sore subject, to say the least, and both Dib and Skoodge had quickly learned to tread lightly around him. Not that it made navigating his outbursts any easier.

“I know, Zim,” Dib said softly, lowering his datapad as he attempted to sound as soothing as possible. “You don’t have to worry about all the details. That’s why I’m making sure everything’s ready. You just focus on taking it easy, okay?”

Zim let out a dramatic, exaggerated sigh, one hand pressed to his temple. “Taking it easy? Do you even comprehend how impossible it is to ‘take it easy’ when my insides feel like they’re being rearranged by a maniac?! Not to mention THESE!” He threw both hands toward his chest, his voice rising with indignation. “What about these things?! They’re hideous! Unnecessary! They’re—”

Dib tried, and failed, to suppress a chuckle, earning him a withering glare from Zim. “Sorry, sorry,” Dib said, holding his hands up in surrender. “It’s just… they’re not that bad, Really. It’s just biology doing its thing. Besides,” he added with a teasing smirk, “you’ve been telling me for years how Irken biology is vastly superior to human biology, so maybe this is just proof of that. Your bodies literally changing for the baby.”

“Proof of nothing!” Zim snapped, crossing his arms over his chest, though his cheeks had turned a darker green in embarrassment.

Skoodge, who had been standing awkwardly off to the side, finally decided to chime in. “Uh, well… honestly, Zim, I think you’re doing great. Really! I mean, for someone carrying a hybrid smeet, you’re handling it way better than most would.” He hesitated, his antennae twitching nervously before he added, “And, uh, you know… the smeet’s gotta eat, right? So, uh… maybe those things have a purpose?”

Zim shot him a glare but didn’t respond, instead sinking further into the couch with a huff. Dib chuckled softly and sat beside him, resting a comforting hand on Zim’s knee.

“Just a little longer,” Dib said, his voice calm. “We’re almost there.”

Zim didn’t respond right away, but the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease just a bit. “You’d better hope this smeet is worth all this suffering,” he muttered, though his tone lacked its usual venom.

Dib smirked, giving his knee a light squeeze. “Oh, she will be. I can already tell she’s going to be amazing—just like you.”

Zim rolled his eyes, but the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Skoodge watched the interaction quietly, making a mental note to stay out of Zim’s line of fire for the rest of the day.

“What do you want to do, Zim?” Dib asked gently.

Zim shot him a sharp look, his expression a mix of exhaustion and frustration. “What do I want to do, Dib? I want her out of me!” he snapped, jabbing a finger at his belly. He gave it a firm poke and glared down at it. “You! Smeet! I order you to come out immediately! You’ve been growing long enough. Do you hear me?!”

Dib couldn’t help but smirk, folding his arms as he leaned back. “She’s due any day now, Zim. I’m sure you won’t have to wait much longer,” he said, trying to sound reassuring. “Why don’t we go over the pain management techniques from that Lamaze video again? You know, just in case.” 

Zim’s ruby eyes narrowed into slits as he turned to glare at him. “I don’t need to practice breathing, Dib. Breathing isn’t exactly complicated,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I think I can handle that without a ridiculous Earthling tutorial.” His tone was sharp, but it was obvious he was just irritated and uncomfortable.

“I just want you to be fully prepared,” Dib said softly, his hand resting on Zim’s knee as he rubbed small, reassuring circles.

Zim huffed, his antennae twitching as he crossed his arms and looked away. “I am prepared, Dib. I’ve endured far worse than this for Irk’s sake!” His voice laced with irritation.

Dib sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew Zim’s frustration wasn’t entirely directed at him. It was the stress and discomfort of the pregnancy, but that didn’t make it any easier. “Zim, I’m not saying you’re not capable. I just want to make sure we’ve covered all our bases. Is that so bad?”

Zim’s eyes snapped back to him, narrowing. “You don’t even believe I can handle this, do you, Dib?!?” he snapped, his voice rising.

Dib blinked, momentarily taken aback by the outburst. He held up his hands in a calming gesture, his voice soft but firm. “Whoa, whoa. Of course I believe in you, Zim! I know you can do this. That’s not what this is about.”

Zim’s glare faltered slightly, but his expression remained tense.

Dib leaned in closer, his tone insistent. “I just want you to be as comfortable as possible. You’re doing something incredible here, but let’s face it. This isn’t exactly easy. We couldn’t synthesize anything like an epidural that’s safe for you and won’t harm the baby, so I want to make sure you’ve got every tool at your disposal. That’s all. It’s not about doubting you, it’s about supporting you.”

Zim’s antennae drooped slightly, and his ruby eyes welled with tears, glistening as they spilled down his cheeks. “Zim… Zim is sorry,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “I just want this to be over!” His shoulders shook as tears streamed freely down his face.

Skoodge froze, staring at the scene in disbelief. Was this really Zim the loud, overconfident Irken crying? He didn’t even know Zim could cry.

Dib quickly moved closer, cupping Zim’s face gently and wiping away his tears with his thumbs. “I know,” Dib said softly, his voice calm. “I know you’re tired, and I know this is hard. But you’re almost there just a couple more days, okay? You’ve made it this far, and I know you’ve got this.” He offered Zim an encouraging smile.

Zim took a shaky, deep breath, trying to steady himself. Slowly, his sobs subsided, and he exhaled deeply, rubbing at his face. “I do have this... I am Zim,” he muttered, his voice regaining a trace of its usual confidence. He wiped the last of his tears away, his antennae perking up slightly as he straightened his back. Clearing his throat, he glanced over at Skoodge, who was still frozen in shock, staring at him.

“Well, since you’ve decided to just stand there gawking, why don’t you do something useful and make me something to eat?” Zim said, his attitude returning.

Skoodge immediately straightened up, snapping out of his stupor. The last thing he wanted was to end up on Zim’s bad side. “Uh—y-yeah, of course! You got it!” he stammered, nodding quickly. “What would you like?”

Zim tilted his head slightly, rubbing his belly absentmindedly. “Pop me some popcorn,” he began. “And in the fridge, there’s a jar of pickles, the green things. Pour some of the juice on the popcorn.”

Skoodge blinked, his antennae twitching in confusion. “Pickle juice... on popcorn?”

Zim glared at him, his fiery eyes narrowing. “Did I stutter, Skoodge?”

“Nope! Popcorn with pickle juice coming right up!” Skoodge said quickly, darting toward the kitchen, not daring to question Zim’s unusual craving further.

Dib chuckled softly as he watched Skoodge scurry off, then turned back to Zim. “Feeling better?” he asked gently.

“A little,” Zim admitted begrudgingly, resting a hand on his belly. “Miz better worship the ground I walk on when this is all over. I expect endless praise for my suffering!”

Dib chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure she will. How could she not? She’s going to know she has the most incredible parent in the galaxy.”

Zim huffed, though a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “She’d better. I am Zim, after all. She’ll learn quickly how fortunate she is.”

“She definitely will,” Dib said warmly, wrapping an arm around Zim’s shoulders. “And if she doesn’t, don’t worry. I’ll make sure to remind her every day.”

The due date had come and gone, leaving Zim a full week overdue, and his mood had soured with each passing day. To say he was unhappy about the delay would be an understatement. Over the past week, Zim had taken to collecting every blanket he could find in the house, along with new ones he’d insisted Dib purchase for him. He had meticulously piled them onto their shared bed and his medical bed, creating what could only be described as nests.

“There’s actually something I found in the archives about this,” Skoodge said one afternoon, watching Zim burrow himself deeper into his latest nest. “Right before an Irken gives birth, it’s common for the expecting Irken to build a sort of nest to deliver in. It’s an old instinct.”

Both Dib and Zim paused to look at him, intrigued.

“Well, that’s... interesting,” Dib said with a chuckle, turning back to Zim. “I guess some of your Irken instincts are shining through.”

Zim, who was lying in the middle of his blanket fortress with only his antennae and grumpy face visible, didn’t seem amused in the slightest. “I’ve been building these accursed nests for a week now! Why is she still not here?!?” he wailed, flailing his arms. “Is she planning to stay in me forever?!?”

Dib sighed and walked over to the edge of the bed, carefully sitting beside the fuming Irken. “Zim, you need to relax. We can’t rush her. She’ll come out when she’s ready.”

Zim turned his fiery gaze to Dib, his antennae twitching in frustration. “I am her birth giver, and I am tired, Dib! I demand she vacates my body immediately!”

Dib suppressed a laugh, knowing it would only irritate Zim further. “I know, Zim. You’ve been so strong through all of this, but it won’t be much longer. You’re almost there.”

“Hmph!” Zim huffed, wrapping a blanket tightly around himself like a cocoon. “She owes me for this suffering! She’d better be the most obedient smeet in existence!”

Dib offered Zim a soft smile before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on the top of his head. Then an idea sparked in his mind. “Hey, why don’t we all go for a walk? It’s supposed to help bring on labor,” he suggested.

Zim turned to him with a deadpan expression, his antennae twitching in irritation. “You expect me to waddle outside in this disgusting heat?!?” he snapped, narrowing his ruby eyes.

Dib chuckled softly, reaching out to rub Zim’s back through the layers of blankets. “Come on, Zim. You want her out, don’t you? This is one of the best ways to help things along,” he said gently. “Plus, a little fresh air might do you some good.”

Zim sighed, his antennae drooping as he stared at the blanket nest he’d worked so hard to build. Finally, he begrudgingly untangled himself from the mountain of fabric and stood from the bed, his movements slow. “Very well,” he huffed, crossing his arms. “But this had better work, Dib, or I will be most displeased.”

Dib grinned, stepping aside to let Zim pass. “That’s the spirit,” he said cheerfully before glancing over at Skoodge. “Hey, Skoodge, wanna come with us?”

Skoodge, who had been quietly observing the exchange from a nearby chair, perked up at the question. “Sure, I’ll go,” he said, hopping to his feet. “I could use the exercise, and I’d love to see more of this planet.”

“Great!” Dib said, clapping his hands together. “Let’s get moving, then.”

Zim and Skoodge activated their disguises before stepping outside. Skoodge’s skin transformed into a pale human tone, his antennae vanished, replaced by a mop of curly brown hair, and his red eyes shifted to a soft, human-like brown. Zim, now cloaked in his usual human disguise, looked less than thrilled as the summer heat hit him the moment they stepped out the door.

The trio started down the street, with Zim waddling awkwardly alongside Dib and Skoodge. Dib and Skoodge chatted casually as they walked, pointing out the various plants and human architecture they passed. Zim, however, stayed silent, his focus entirely on putting one foot in front of the other. The heat and his already overburdened body were quickly making the walk unbearable.

It didn’t take long for beads of sweat to start rolling down Zim’s face. His discomfort grew with every step, and his patience finally snapped. Cutting into their conversation, he growled, “I want to go back! The blasted sun is infuriating!”

Dib and Skoodge stopped mid-conversation and turned to look at him. “Okay, we can head back it's been about twenty minutes anyway.” Dib said gently, nodding without hesitation.

It wasn’t long before Zim came to an abrupt stop, his hand flying to his swollen belly. A sharp pain radiated through him, starting in his stomach and shooting into his lower back. He winced, his antennae twitching under his disguise.

Dib immediately turned around, concern etched across his face. “Zim, are you okay?”

Zim took a shaky breath, his voice strained. “Another cramp... but this one’s different than before,” he said, his eyes narrowing in discomfort.

Dib’s stomach dropped. Panic flickered in his chest, and he glanced nervously toward the house, which suddenly felt miles away. “Okay, this might be it,” Dib said, his voice laced with urgency. He turned to Skoodge, who was now wide-eyed with alarm. “Skoodge, let’s get Zim back to the house.”

Skoodge quickly nodded, shaking off his initial shock. They each moved to Zim’s side, supporting him as they guided him forward.

For ten agonizing minutes, they trudged along, with Dib glancing anxiously at Zim every few steps. Suddenly, Zim stopped again, his teeth clenched as he hunched over. “Pain’s back,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his fingers gripping Dib’s arm tightly.

Before Dib could respond, Zim suddenly gasped, his expression shifting from pain to disgust. “What is... Oh, that is disgusting! Is this..it’s my water breaking, isn’t it?” Zim groaned, glaring down at the dampness spreading around his feet.

Dib’s face turned pale as the reality of the situation hit him. “Yeah… yeah, I think it is. Okay, no more delays. We better get moving.”

Skoodge tightened his grip on Zim to offer more support, his expression tense but determined. Zim grumbled under his breath about how undignified this all was, but Dib’s focus was locked on getting him back home as quickly as possible. The urgency of the moment set in as they picked up their pace, the house finally coming into view in the distance.

They finally stepped into the house, Zim waddling inside with Dib and Skoodge still supporting him. Just as the door shut behind them, another contraction hit. Zim let out a sharp breath, his hand immediately flying to his belly as he tensed.

Dib quickly glanced at his watch, making a mental note. “That’s about ten minutes apart,” he said, his voice calm but focused. “I think we’ve got a little time to get everything set up. How are you holding up, Zim?”

Zim straightened up as the contraction eased, brushing off the concern with a dramatic wave of his hand. “Zim is fine,” he said, his tone smug despite the faint sheen of sweat. “I am handling this perfectly, as expected of an invincible Irken like myself.”

Dib raised an eyebrow and smirked, crossing his arms. “We’ll see how you’re doing in a few hours,” he mumbled under his breath, quiet enough that neither Zim nor Skoodge caught it.

Meanwhile, Skoodge was silently panicking, his wide eyes betraying his internal struggle. Despite his outwardly calm appearance, his thoughts were racing. What if something goes wrong? What if they need me to do something critical? I’m not trained for this! But he quickly shook the thoughts away. Zim needed him now, and there was no time for second-guessing.

“Alright,” Dib said. “Let’s get you comfortable. Skoodge, can you grab some towels and make sure the med bay is fully prepped? I’ll help Zim settle into the bed.”

Skoodge nodded quickly, eager to have a task to focus on. “You got it!” he said, rushing off to gather supplies while Dib guided Zim toward their room. Zim grumbled under his breath about how much he hated all the fuss, but deep down, he was grateful to have them both there.

Zim grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and pants and put them on.

Dib carefully helped Zim onto the bed, making sure he was as comfortable as possible before stepping away. “Stay right here, I’ll be back in a second,” Dib said softly, heading to the bathroom. He grabbed a clean cloth and ran it under cold, filtered water, wringing out the excess before hurrying back to Zim.

Kneeling beside him, Dib gently pressed the cool rag to Zim’s forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat that had gathered during the walk and the contractions. Zim leaned into the soothing touch, his antennae relaxing slightly. For a moment, he let himself sink into the comfort Dib provided.

“Thank you,” Zim murmured, his eyes fluttering shut as he took a deep, steadying breath.

Dib smiled warmly, his free hand brushing over Zim’s shoulder in a reassuring gesture. “No problem,” he said softly, his voice filled with love and determination. “I’m with you all the way through this, Zim. No matter what. I love you.”

Zim slowly opened his eyes, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. Despite the discomfort and exhaustion, a little spark of gratitude and affection shone in his gaze. “I suppose Zim loves Dib too.“ He said with a smirk.

A few minutes passed before another contraction hit, this one more intense than the last. Zim’s eyes widened as the pain gripped him, and without thinking, he grabbed Dib’s hand, squeezing it firmly but not enough to hurt. Dib immediately leaned closer, his voice calm and steady.

“Okay, Zim, focus on your breathing. In and out, just like we practiced,” Dib instructed.

Zim hesitated but reluctantly followed Dib’s example, mimicking the rhythmic in-and-out breaths. He clenched his teeth at first, but by the time the contraction subsided, his breathing had steadied, and the tension in his shoulders eased.

“See? That’s good. You’re doing great,” Dib praised with a supportive smile.

Zim straightened up, regaining his composure as he wiped at his forehead. “Of course, I am! Did you think Zim would fall apart like one of those pathetic human women you showed me in those birthing videos? Bah! This is nothing for an Irken of my caliber!”

Dib couldn’t help but roll his eyes, his lips twitching into a half-smile. “Okay, okay, don’t get too cocky now. It’s still early. Let’s see if you’re still saying that a few hours from now.”

Before Zim could retort, Skoodge walked into the room, looking a little flustered but otherwise composed. “Everything in the med bay is ready,” he announced, his voice trying to sound professional, though his wide eyes betrayed his nerves.

“Good. Let’s go get you checked out,” Dib said gently, his voice calm and steady. “Let’s see how you’re progressing.”

Zim gave a sharp nod, his irritation momentarily replaced with determination. “Yes, let’s see how much longer this ordeal is going to take.”

With Skoodge following closely, the three of them made their way down to the lab. The hum of machinery and the sterile environment filled the air as they entered the med bay. Zim huffed, walking toward the corner to privately change out of his clothes and into a pink medical gown.

“This better be quick,” he muttered to himself, pulling the gown into place before walking back to the medical bed. He climbed up, settling himself with his feet awkwardly placed in the stirrups, feeling both cold and completely exposed.

Dib stepped closer, snapping on a pair of gloves with a reassuring smile. “Alright, let’s see where we’re at,” he said, leaning down to check Zim. A few moments passed before Dib straightened up, removing the gloves. “You’re at four centimeters now. You’re progressing well, Zim. Everything’s on track.”

Zim let out a small breath of relief and managed a faint smile. “Good. At least there’s some progress. I was beginning to think she planned to stay in there forever.”

Dib chuckled softly. “She’s on her way. You’re doing great.”

Zim’s antennae twitched slightly as he turned toward the nearest computer monitor. “Computer, show a live feed of the smeet and her vitals,” he commanded.

The screen flickered to life, displaying a detailed image of their smeet, along with a series of data points tracking her vitals. Zim stared at the screen intently, his eyes scanning every detail as his expression softened.

“She’s doing good, Zim,” Dib said, standing beside him and looking at the monitor. “She’s strong.”

Zim’s chest puffed slightly at the compliment, though his expression remained stoic. “Of course, she’s strong. She is Zim’s smeet, after all,” he said, though his tone carried a hint of pride.

Skoodge stood patiently by the door, observing the scene with quiet attentiveness. “Anything I can do to help?” he finally asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Zim, who had just climbed off the medical bed, waved dismissively. Dib, however, turned to answer. “Not much to do right now. It’s just a waiting game at this point,” he explained.

Just as Zim began to step away, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, gripping the edge of the bed and leaning against it for support. His hand moved instinctively to his swollen belly as another contraction rippled through him.

Dib was at his side in an instant, worry etched across his face. “Zim, you okay? Here, let me help.”

Skoodge hurried over as well,tense with concern. “Do you need anything?“

Zim gritted his teeth, his antennae twitching slightly as the pain began to fade. He took a deep breath before standing upright, brushing them both off. “I’m fine. It’s passed,” he muttered, though he sounded strained.

Then, without missing a beat, Zim pointed toward Skoodge. “You. Fetch me something to drink. A soda,” he ordered, his tone sharp but edged with fatigue.

Skoodge didn’t hesitate. “On it!” he said, quickly scurrying out of the med bay and toward the kitchen.

As they waited, Dib placed a gentle hand on Zim’s shoulders, massaging them lightly. “You’re doing great, Zim. Just keep breathing through them. You’ve got this,” he said softly.

Zim gave a small huff, but there was a faint flicker of appreciation in his eyes. “Of course I’m doing great. I am Zim,” he muttered, though his usual confidence was a bit more fragile.

A few moments later, Skoodge returned, holding a can of soda in his hands. “Here you go,” he said, handing it over to Zim.

Zim snatched it without a word and immediately started drinking, his antennae relaxing slightly as the cool liquid hit his throat.

“Easy, Zim. Don’t chug it. Drink it slow,” Dib said, watching him closely.

Zim waved him off, already halfway through the can. “I’m fine, Dib. Stop fussing,” he said, though his tone was less biting than usual.

Dib exchanged a quick glance with Skoodge, both of them silently agreeing to let Zim have his moment.

Hours passed, and with each one, Zim's contractions grew stronger and more frequent. The last time he was checked, he was at seven centimeters, but that seemed like a distant memory now. His usual stubbornness, had all but disappeared, leaving only exhaustion and a deep, unrelenting ache. In hindsight, he regretted not paying more attention during the Lamaze classes, but there was no time to dwell on that now.

Zim was perched on the birthing ball, his body bouncing gently up and down as he tried to find some comfort. He clung to Dib’s shoulders, his knuckles white from the pressure, as another contraction rolled through him. The pain was fierce, shooting through his entire body, and he could feel every inch of it as it intensified.

“In and out, Zim. Just like that,” Dib encouraged, his voice soft and steady, a steady anchor in the storm of pain Zim was riding. “You’re doing amazing. Stay with me.”

Zim's breath hitched, and he whimpered under his breath, trying to steady the rapid rise and fall of his chest. The contraction seemed endless, each second dragging on like an eternity. Despite his efforts to focus, his mind began to spin as the pain sharpened. His usual determination began to falter, and he struggled to keep his composure.

“I… I can’t—” Zim gasped, his voice strained, as another wave of pain hit him. He closed his eyes tightly, leaning into Dib’s touch for support. “Make it stop, Dib. Please.”

Dib rubbed his back gently, trying to soothe him despite the intensity of the moment. “I know, Zim. I know. You’re almost there. Just a little longer. You can do this, I’m right here.”

Dib’s calming words broke through the haze of pain as the contraction finally began to subside. Zim's breath slowed, his chest rising and falling in shaky rhythm, exhaustion pooling in his tired eyes. He turned to Dib, voice strained but still carrying his usual sharp edge. "Dib...i can't believe i let you do this to me. You are never touching me again," he said.

"Fair enough," Dib replied softly, his eyes full of concern. "But we're almost there. You're doing great."

Zim let out a weak laugh, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "We? Last time I checked, I'm the one doing all the work, human," he said, a playful, albeit exhausted, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Dib chuckled, unable to hold back the smile. "You're right, Zim. It's all you. And I'm so proud of you," he said, his voice filled with admiration.

Before Zim could respond, Skoodge stepped forward, gently wiping the sweat from his brow. Zim gave him a soft, grateful nod.

Just as Zim settled into a brief moment of relief, another contraction hit, harder and more intense than the last. He bent forward in agony, a loud scream tearing from his throat. "AHHHHH!! I'm going to kill you Dib!!" Zim cried out, the pain coursing through him in waves.

Dib's voice rose above the chaos, trying to reach Zim through the frantic sounds of his pain. "You're almost there, Zim. Just a little more," he urged.

Zim’s face contorted with frustration as he yelled, "You keep FUCKING saying that!" His body trembled from the intensity, each word spat out with a mixture of pain and anger.

Dib's heart ached at the sight, but he refused to let Zim see how worried he was. "I know, I know," he said, his voice steadier now, though laced with concern. "But you're so close, Zim. You're almost there. You can do this."

The contraction finally eased, and Zim steadied himself on the birthing ball, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. "Quickly," he gasped, his voice shaking with exhaustion. "Get me to the bed before the next one. I need to lie down."

Dib and Skoodge moved quickly, supporting him as they helped him to his feet. They carefully guided him to the medical bed, where he gratefully sank down into the blanket nest with their help. Zim immediately draped his arm over his eyes, trying to find a moment of peace before the next wave of pain hit. He could feel it building again, the pressure starting to intensify as the contraction came on fast.

His breath hitched, growing more ragged, and before he could even prepare himself, the pain came crashing down. A loud, desperate scream tore from his throat, his body trembling from the intensity. Both Dib and Skoodge rushed to his side, each of them holding one of his hands tightly as they tried to offer him comfort.

When the contraction finally passed, Zim collapsed back against the pillows, tears streaming down his face. He wiped at his eyes, feeling utterly defeated. "I can't do this," he sobbed, his voice full of self-doubt. "I'm not strong enough..."

Skoodge stood beside him, looking up with determination in his eyes. "Yes, you are, Zim," he said firmly. "What happened to that fearless young Irken I remember from the academy? You’re the strongest Irken I know. If anyone can do this, it’s you. You've got this. You just need to remember that you’re stronger than you think."

Dib nodded, squeezing Zim's hand. "We're here with you, Zim.“

Zim nodded weakly, his body heavy with exhaustion, despite hearing the same reassurance over and over throughout this long ordeal. "I'm going to check you now, okay?" Dib said gently, his tone firm but soothing.

Zim braced himself, waiting for the discomfort that always followed. However, this time, Dib’s eyes widened in surprise. “Holy shit, Zim. You’re ready. It’s time to push.”

Zim's eyes shot open, a mix of disbelief and panic flashing across his face. “I am? It is?!?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with shock.

Dib quickly moved into action, helping Zim adjust into position, placing his feet in the stirrups. Skoodge stayed close, his presence a steady comfort by Zim’s side. Zim tried to sit up a little, focusing on the task ahead, despite the weariness weighing him down.

"On the next contraction, I need you to push, okay?" Dib said, his voice steady, though there was an underlying excitement now. "You’ve got this. I believe in you."

Zim nodded, his breath shaky as he tried to steady himself. He let out a weak, strained "Okay," preparing himself for what was to come, despite the fear and exhaustion coursing through him.

As the next contraction hit, Zim clenched his teeth together and pushed with all his strength, letting out a loud, guttural scream that echoed through the room. Skoodge, ever the calming presence, reassured him, holding his hand tightly even though Zim’s grip felt like it might break his bones. “That’s great, Zim. Just like that,” Dib said, a wide smile breaking through his exhaustion and worry.

Zim’s breath came out in shaky bursts, his body trembling with the intensity of the pain. He had no idea it could get worse, but somehow, it did. The next contraction hit, even fiercer than the last, and Zim felt the overwhelming urge to push. He arched his back, his body straining against the relentless pressure, and let out another scream. “AHHHHH, GET HER OUT OF ME!!!” he yelled, his voice raw with frustration, pain, and desperation.

Zim continued to yell and push with every ounce of strength he had, each contraction dragging on for what felt like an eternity. The pain was overwhelming, but just when he thought he couldn't take it any longer, Dib's voice broke through with something different than the usual encouragement. “I can see the head, Zim!” Dib shouted, his excitement and relief clear in his voice.

Skoodge, who had been standing by Zim's side, let out an audible gasp. “Oh my Irk,” he murmured, unable to contain his astonishment at how far they had come. But then he quickly refocused, returning his full attention to Zim.

Zim's mind was a blur of exhaustion and desperation, but hearing that progress had finally been made gave him a renewed burst of determination. At least they were getting somewhere. He tightened his grip on the bed, baring down harder than ever, a guttural cry escaping him as he pushed with all his might, trying to bring his smeet into the world. It was exhausting, but he refused to give up now.

Zim pushed with everything he had for another ten minutes, each contraction feeling like an eternity. He could hear Dib’s voice, almost distant through the fog of pain. “The head’s out, Zim!” Dib shouted, a mix of excitement and encouragement in his voice.

Almost done, Zim thought to himself, trying to focus through the pain. With a scream, he pushed again, his voice breaking as he cried, “Come out, you stubborn creature!” as if the smeet would listen and come out faster. He gripped Skoodge’s hand with one hand, and the railing of the bed with the other, bracing himself.

Zim yelled in agony, his body feeling like it was on fire. The pain was unbearable, and he could barely catch his breath as the pressure built.

Then, Dib’s voice rang out again, full of urgency and hope. “You’re past the shoulders now, Zim! One more big push!”

Zim barely heard the words as they registered through the haze of pain, but Skoodge’s voice cut through clearly, full of enthusiasm. “Did you hear that, Zim?! One more!”

Summoning every ounce of strength left in him, Zim took three sharp breaths, each one sharp and frantic, before pushing with everything he had. His back arched, his whole body straining against the agony, and with a final, piercing scream, he gave one last push.

Then, just as suddenly, the pain started to recede, and the room fell silent. Zim lay back, exhausted, his chest heaving with deep breaths. The pain was gone.

Skoodge hesitated for a moment before quickly moving to Dib’s side, his usual composure shattered as he saw the tiny smeet cradled in Dib’s trembling hands. Dib’s face was pale. “She’s... she’s not breathing,” Dib said, his voice cracking.

The words hung in the air, and Zim, barely conscious from exhaustion, weakly lifted his head. His antennae drooped as he muttered hoarsely, “What... what did you say?” His voice laced with fear.

Dib didn’t answer. His focus was entirely on the baby as he quickly grabbed a small breathing mask from the nearby tray. He gently placed it over her tiny face, his hands shaking as he began administering air. “Come on, baby,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Breathe for me. Please, breathe.”

Zim’s body felt like lead, but his heart felt as though it would shatter. Tears spilled over his cheeks as he watched helplessly, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts and fears. “No,” he whispered softly, his voice cracking as the tears kept falling. “Fix her, FIX HER NOW!” His voice grew louder with urgency, though his body refused to move.

Skoodge stood frozen for a moment, his wide eyes staring at the scene in disbelief. He had always thought of Zim as unstoppable. To see him now, broken and vulnerable, made the situation feel even more surreal. Finally, Skoodge snapped out of his shock, placing a steadying hand on Dib’s shoulder. “Keep trying, Dib. You can do this. She can do this,” he said, his own voice betraying his nerves but trying to be a source of support.

This can’t be happening. Not her. Not our smeet. Zim’s mind raced as his body remained frozen in place, his heart hammering in his chest. But then, piercing through the tense silence, they heard it, a soft cough followed by a loud, beautiful wail. The baby’s cry echoed throughout the base, filling the room with life and relief.

Dib’s shoulders sagged as he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Tears streamed freely down his face as he cradled the tiny smeet in his hands, her voice growing stronger with each cry. “She’s breathing,” Dib whispered, his voice trembling with joy and disbelief. “She’s okay.”

He carefully carried the baby to Zim, who was still lying on the bed, tears brimming in his wide, exhausted eyes. Dib gently placed her into Zim’s trembling arms, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. Zim stared down at her, his antennae perking up slightly as he took her in. She was here. She was his.

The tiny smeet squirmed in Zim’s arms, letting out a few more cries before settling. Zim’s lips parted as he took her in. Her pale, soft skin, five tiny fingers and toes, a small nose but no ears, and two delicate antenna poking out from her black hair. She was so small but so perfect. “She’s so… human,” Zim finally said, his voice filled with wonder and disbelief.

Dib chuckled softly, wiping his own tears as he stood beside Zim. “Well, she is half me,” he said with a soft smile. He reached out, gently brushing a finger over her tiny hand, and she instinctively wrapped her fingers around it. “At least she’ll be able to blend in,” Zim added quietly, his gaze never leaving her. “She’ll be safe.”

Dib grabbed a warm, wet cloth from the medical tray before carefully cleaning the baby’s face and tiny body, being as gentle as possible. He grabbed a pair of sterile scissors and cut the cord.

“Still,” Zim murmured, his gaze fixed on the tiny being in his arms, “it would have been nice if she had more Irken traits.”

Then, as if to answer him, the baby’s eyes fluttered open, and she stared up at Zim with wide, curious eyes. They were undeniably human in shape, but the iridescent shade of ruby red was unmistakably Zim’s. His antennae perked up slightly as he stared back at her in awe. “Do humans have red eyes?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dib shook his head, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “No, but we can say it’s a mutation. No one will question it.”

Zim tilted his head, his expression softening as her ruby eyes scanned his face, as though memorizing every detail. The two of them sat in a comfortable silence, captivated by her. Even Skoodge, standing a few steps away, found himself caught up in the serene moment.

After a few minutes, the baby let out a tiny cry, her face scrunching up as she squirmed in Zim’s arms. His antennae drooped instantly, alarm flashing across his face. “What’s the matter, smeet?” he asked, his tone filled with genuine concern.

“Maybe she’s hungry?” Skoodge suggested tentatively.

Zim’s eyes widened in realization. “Ah, that makes sense! She had that long journey. It must’ve taken all her energy. Of course she’s hungry!” He paused, his antennae twitching nervously. “But… how do I do this?” He looked at Dib.

Dib chuckled softly, trying to reassure him. “It’s not too hard. Just bring her to your chest, and she should latch on naturally. If its anything like a human at least.”

Zim hesitated for a moment before nodding, determination flickering in his tired eyes. He slipped one arm out of his medical gown, exposing part of his chest. The sensation of being exposed made him bristle, and his antennae twitched nervously. “Skoodge,” he barked, his tone sharp, “look away! This is a private moment!”

Skoodge quickly turned his back, holding up his hands in defense. “Of course! No problem at all!”

Satisfied, Zim glanced down at the tiny being in his arms. Her cries softened as he carefully adjusted her position. Slowly, he brought her close to his chest, pausing as her mouth instinctively found its target and latched on.

Zim tensed immediately at the unfamiliar sensation, his antennae shooting straight up. “Oh! That’s… strange,” he muttered, his voice tight. But as the baby began to feed, her little body relaxing in his arms, Zim felt his own tension ease. The initial discomfort gave way to a strange warmth that spread through him, and he let out a small, shaky breath.

Dib sat beside him, smiling gently. “See? She knows exactly what to do. You’re doing great.”

Zim glanced up at him, his expression a mixture of awe and exhaustion. “It feels… strange but… nice,” he admitted, his voice softer than usual. He looked back down at the baby, who was now quietly feeding, her tiny fingers brushing against his chest. “She’s so… dependent on me,” he whispered, his tone filled with wonder.

Dib placed a comforting hand on Zim’s shoulder. “That’s part of being a parent. She needs you now more than anything. And you’re already doing an amazing job.”

Zim let out a deep sigh, his antennae relaxing as he continued to watch her. “I didn’t think… I could feel this way. She’s so small, so helpless.” He blinked back a wave of emotion. “But she’s also so… amazing.”

Behind them, Skoodge couldn’t resist glancing over his shoulder, his eyes misty as he watched the scene unfold. “She really is perfect, Zim,” he said quietly.

Zim gave a faint nod, his focus entirely on the little life in his arms. “Yeah… she is,” he murmured. For the first time, a genuine, peaceful smile spread across his face. Despite the chaos and pain of the last several hours, everything in this moment felt right.

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She finished feeding, and Zim kept his ruby eyes locked on her tiny, content face. "Are you finished, little Miz?" he asked softly, his voice holding an uncharacteristic gentleness. She squirmed slightly in his arms, her small limbs stretching in an adorably uncoordinated manner.
"You need to burp her now," Dib instructed, his gaze fixed on Miz as he sat beside Zim on the medical bed.
Zim raised a nonexistent eyebrow at Dib but complied without protest. "And how exactly do I accomplish this 'burping'?" he asked.
"Just lean her over your shoulder and gently pat her back until she burps," Dib explained patiently, motioning with his hand.
Zim followed Dib’s instructions carefully, adjusting Miz in his arms and resting her against his shoulder. He gave her tiny back a series of gentle pats, his antennae twitching with focus. After a few moments, Miz let out a soft but satisfying burp.
"I suppose that means she was full," Zim remarked, as he looked down at the sleepy baby.

They sat together in a moment of peace. Dib gently took the baby into his arms, carefully dressing her in her very first onesie. A soft, pastel outfit adorned with stars and a tiny UFO, accompanied by the words Just Arrived.

"Perfect," Dib murmured with a smile, admiring how the outfit seemed to fit the occasion perfectly. Skoodge and Zim leaned in closer, their alien features softening as they gazed at the little bundle. All three of them couldn’t help but coo softly at the baby, marveling at her tiny hands and peaceful expression.

But the serene moment was suddenly shattered. Zim winced, clutching his middle as a sharp pain rippled through him. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could form the words, the pain intensified, and he let out a yell.

"Something’s wrong!" Zim cried, his voice strained with panic and discomfort.

Both Skoodge and Dib froze for a split second, exchanging confused glances that quickly turned to alarm. Dib’s eyes widened as a sudden thought struck him.

"Oh my God, is it twins?!" Dib exclaimed, his voice rising in both disbelief and concern.

Without waiting for an answer, Dib whirled toward the computer. "Computer, scan Zim! Tell me what’s going on!" he demanded, his tone sharp with urgency.

The computer sprang to life, quickly scanning Zim. A moment later, it chimed in.

"Birthing pouch detaching," the computer announced, its monotone voice failing to convey the gravity of the situation.

Dib’s breath caught, his mind racing as he tried to comprehend what was happening. Skoodge, too, looked uneasy, his antennae drooping slightly as he muttered, "That doesn’t sound good…"

Zim groaned, gripping the edge of the bed as another wave of pain hit him. "Fix it! Do something!" he demanded. Dib took the baby from Zims arms and placed her in a medical baby bed.

Dib turned to Skoodge, his eyes wide with panic. "Skoodge, what does this mean? What do we do?!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking under the weight of the situation.

Skoodge froze, his gaze darting aimlessly around the room as if searching for an answer that wasn’t there. "I... I don’t know!" he stammered, his panic evident. "This wasn’t in anything I’ve read! I’ve never seen this happen before!"

Zim’s screams cut through the chaos again, a piercing sound of agony that made both Dib and Skoodge flinch. Then, just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Zim slumped back against the bed, breathing heavily, his face pale and strained.

"Computer..." Zim croaked, his voice hoarse. "What happened?"

The computer scanned him again, its mechanical hum filling the silence. A moment later, it responded in its usual monotone. "Birthing pouch fully detached. It should now dissolve itself."

The three of them exchanged uneasy glances, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

Zim furrowed his brow, his voice tinged with both exhaustion and frustration. "Why did it detach?" he demanded.

The computer paused, its artificial voice almost indifferent. "I do not have enough information on this subject. However, you were screaming like a banshee earlier, claiming the baby was too large. That could be a contributing factor."

Dib pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to steady his nerves. "Great. So, you're saying this is because Miz was too big for his... anatomy?" he asked, his tone laced with exasperation.

Skoodge shuffled nervously. "Well, it’s not exactly common for an Irken to give birth to a human-Irken hybrid. We’re in uncharted territory here."

Zim sat in silence for a moment, his antennae twitching thoughtfully. Finally, he spoke. "Wait... does this mean I won’t be able to have any more smeets?" he asked, his voice unusually subdued as he turned his gaze toward the computer.
The computer hummed briefly before delivering its verdict in its usual monotone. "Likelihood of future pregnancy: zero percent."
Dib’s expression fell as he processed the news. He glanced at Zim, a flicker of sadness in his eyes. "Zim... I’m so sorry," he said softly, his voice tinged with sympathy.
Zim turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry? Are you kidding me?" he said, his tone quickly regaining its usual bravado. "Zim has no desire to endure such tremendous pain again! This is perfectly fine!"
Dib blinked, momentarily caught off guard, before letting out a small laugh of relief. "You know what? I don’t blame you," he admitted with a warm smile. "Honestly, I don’t think I could have gone through that myself."
Zim smirked, folding his arms and leaning back slightly. "Of course you couldn’t, Dib-mate. You’re far too weak to handle such trials of greatness!" he said, though there was no malice in his voice. Only the faintest hint of teasing."Oh yeah? Well, aside from you screaming bloody murder, I’d say you survived just fine i guess." Dib teased, a playful smirk spreading across his face.
Zim shot him a glare, his antennae twitching indignantly. "Survived? Survived?! Zim did far more than simply survive! I endured a grueling, excruciating ordeal and emerged victorious, as only someone of my superior stature could!"
Dib chuckled, crossing his arms. "Sure, Zim. Whatever you need to tell yourself," he said with a grin. "But let’s not forget you were practically begging for help in the middle of it."
Zim scoffed, turning his face up. "I was delegating! Zim does not beg. I merely allowed you and your primitive Earth knowledge to assist me in a moment of strategic need!"
"Right," Dib replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Strategic need. Got it."

Zim smirked, his ruby eyes gleaming with impatience as he stretched out his arms, making grabby hands toward the baby. "Hand over the smeet, Dib! Zim demands to hold her!"
Dib chuckled at Zim and began moving toward the small bed where the baby was peacefully lying. But before he could pick her up, Skoodge hesitated and spoke up. "Uh... could I possibly hold her?" he asked, his voice unsure but filled with curiosity and hope.
Dib paused and glanced over at Zim, waiting for his response. Zim narrowed his eyes at Skoodge for a moment, but then sighed. "I suppose... you did assist me during my moment of need," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "Fine, but only for a moment! Zim will not tolerate mishandling!"
Dib nodded and carefully picked up Miz, cradling her tiny form as she squirmed slightly in her sleep. He turned to Skoodge, who was fidgeting nervously. "Alright, here. Let me show you how to hold her," Dib said, his tone calm.
He guided Skoodge’s hands, helping him support Miz’s head and body properly. Skoodge’s antennae twitched nervously as he adjusted his hold, his expression a mix of awe and fear. "She’s... so cute," Skoodge murmured, his voice soft as he gazed at the little hybrid smeet in his arms.
From his spot on the bed, Zim watched like a hawk, his eyes narrowing protectively. His antennae twitched with every tiny movement Skoodge made, ready to intervene at the slightest hint of danger. "Be careful with her!" Zim barked. "Zim will not tolerate any harm coming to Miz!"
Skoodge nodded quickly, his grip steady as he rocked her gently. "I’ve got her, I’ve got her," he said, his voice soothing. "She’s incredible, Zim. I’ve never seen anything like her."

Zim huffed, crossing his arms with a smug expression. "Of course she is! She’s Zim’s creation!" he declared proudly, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction.

Dib chuckled softly, watching as Skoodge continued to cradle Miz with surprising tenderness. It was a rare, almost endearing sight to see the usually bumbling Irken handling something so delicate.

After a few moments, however, Zim’s patience wore thin. He began fidgeting in his bed, his antennae twitching as a growing sense of possessiveness took over. "Enough! Zim wants his smeet back!" he demanded, holding out his arms expectantly.

Dib smiled and stepped forward, gently taking Miz from Skoodge’s careful grasp. "Alright, alright, your turn," Dib said as he walked over to Zim. He handed the baby to him, watching as Zim’s expression softened the instant Miz was in his arms.

Zim gazed down at his daughter, his ruby eyes reflecting a rare tenderness. A small smile crept across his face as he traced her tiny features with his gaze, marveling at the miracle in his arms. "You’re going to be great, aren’t you, Miz?" he murmured, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "Yeah, you are. Great like your amazing primary father."

He reached out and playfully ran his clawed fingers through her tiny tuft of hair, smoothing it back before letting it spring forward again. Miz cooed softly in response, her little hands curling into fists as she squirmed against him.

Dib watched the scene quietly, a warm smile spreading across his face. "You know," he said after a moment, "you’re not half bad at this, Zim."

Zim smirked, his confidence flaring back to life. "Hmph! Of course I’m not bad! Zim excels at everything, even fatherhood!" he declared.

It wasn’t long before they heard a series of loud bangs followed by an even louder, high-pitched “WEEEEE!” echoing from the main lab. Dib let out an exasperated sigh, muttering, “Here we go,” just as GIR and Minimoose burst into the med bay.
“HELLO MASTER!!!” GIR shouted enthusiastically, his voice bouncing off the walls.
Zim’s antennae twitched in irritation, and he let out a tired huff, cradling Miz closer to his chest. The noise had caused the tiny hybrid to squirm in his arms, clearly startled. “You have to be quiet, GIR. You’re scaring Miz,” Zim said firmly, glancing down at his newborn.
“Baby’s here?! I wanna see!” GIR squealed with excitement, while Minimoose hovered nearby, letting out a cheerful “Nyah!”
Zim turned to Dib, who gave him a reassuring nod before stepping forward. Carefully, Dib scooped GIR up and leaned him closer so he could get a better look at the baby.

GIR’s glowing blue eyes widened as he stared down at Miz. “AWWWW! IT’S SO TINY! HI TINY THING!” he exclaimed, his voice still too loud for comfort. Miz squirmed again, letting out a soft whimper as Zim shot GIR a glare.

“GIR, if you cannot control your volume, you will be removed from this room immediately,” Zim hissed, his antennae flattening against his head.

GIR clapped his metal hands over his mouth, muffling a squeaky “Okay, master.” before leaning closer, still with excitement. Minimoose floated down beside him, tilting slightly as if curious about the baby too.

“She’s so cute.” GIR whispered. Well, as close to a whisper as he could manage. “Can I hold her? Pleeeeease?”

Zim’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening protectively around Miz. “Absolutely not. You can barely hold a snack without flinging it across the room.”

Dib chuckled softly. “Relax, Zim. GIR means well. But,Maybe Minimoose might actually be more trustworthy when it comes to Miz.”

Minimoose gave an approving “Nyah!” as Zim rolled his eyes. “Fine, but no funny business!” he warned, reluctantly holding Miz out toward Minimoose, who hovered closer and gently nuzzled the baby with surprising care.

Miz cooed softly, her little hand reaching out to grasp at Minimoose’s floating form. Zim’s tense expression softened ever so slightly as he watched the interaction.

“I guess she likes Minimoose,” Dib said with a grin, crossing his arms. “Of course she does,” Zim replied smugly. “Minimoose is an extension of my brilliance, after all.”

For once, GIR managed to remain semi-calm, content to stay nestled in Dib’s arms as he stared at the baby with wide, curious eyes. He seemed utterly captivated, his usual chaotic energy momentarily subdued as he marveled at Miz’s tiny features.

The peace, however, didn’t last long. Something suddenly caught GIR’s attention, and his head snapped up. “PIG! TEA PARTY!” he shouted, wriggling out of Dib’s hold and bolting out of the room at full speed. His excited cries echoed down the hall as he disappeared from sight.

Dib sighed, shaking his head with a bemused smile. “Well, that didn’t take long.”

Zim huffed, his antennae twitching in annoyance. “Of course not. GIR can barely focus on anything for more than a few seconds. At least he didn’t try to juggle the smeet.”

Minimoose hovered in place, letting out a soft “Nyah,” almost as if agreeing with Zim’s statement. The room felt calm again without GIR’s chaotic presence, and Zim returned his attention to Miz, cradling her protectively in his arms.

The first couple of days was nothing short of a challenge. Miz, like all newborns, demanded constant attention and needed to be fed every four hours. Including throughout the night. This relentless schedule left both Zim and Dib utterly exhausted, running on little more than adrenaline and the occasional stolen nap. Even though Zim didn't need as much sleep the constant feedings were draining. Neither of them was prepared for just how much sleep deprivation parenthood would bring.

In between caring for Miz, Dib managed to call his father and Gaz to share the big news. Both were thrilled to hear about the baby, though their reactions couldn’t have been more different. Professor Membrane, congratulated Dib with his usual composed enthusiasm and insisted they take full advantage of their paternity leave. "Three months," Membrane had said firmly. "The lab will manage without you for a while. Focus on your family."

Dib was beyond grateful for the time off and surprised. Both he and Zim agreed they needed the first couple of days to themselves to adjust to their new routine and get accustomed to life with Miz.

Gaz, on the other hand, had a very different reaction. While she was happy for them, she was also impatient and tired of waiting to meet her niece. "You’ve had a couple of days to yourselves," she complained over the phone. "That’s more than enough. I’m coming over today, whether you’re ready or not."

Dib tried to protest, but Gaz’s tone left no room for argument. With a sigh, he hung up the phone and turned to Zim, who was trying to soothe a fussy Miz. "Looks like we’re having company today," Dib muttered, rubbing his temples.

Zim groaned, his antennae twitching in annoyance. "Fine, but she’d better not disrupt Miz’s schedule," he grumbled.

Skoodge descended the stairs to the main floor, a package of diapers and a container of wipes clutched in his hands. "Got them, Zim!" he called out as he reached the bottom.

Zim immediately snatched the items from him, his antennae twitching with irritation. "Yes, yes, give them here! Miz, I am well aware that you’ve soiled yourself. Zim can smell it," he said with a huff.

He gently laid her down on the couch, his movements surprisingly careful despite his clear displeasure. With a grimace, he began unfastening the soiled diaper, bracing himself for what was to come. The second it was off, his expression twisted in horror.

"What comes out of you is absolutely disgusting!" he grumbled, gagging as he quickly disposed of the diaper. "How can something so small produce such vile filth?"

Skoodge stood a few feet away, trying and failing to suppress a chuckle at Zim’s theatrics. "She's full of surprises, huh?" he quipped, earning a glare from Zim.

"Silence, Skoodge! Zim does not need commentary during this revolting task!" Zim snapped.

Once she was clean, he carefully fastened a fresh diaper around her tiny frame. The instant he was done, Miz stopped fussing and settled back into a contented calm, her soft coos filling the room.

Zim let out a long, exaggerated sigh of relief, as he tossed the dirty items into a nearby trash bin. "There! The deed is done! Peace has been restored!" he announced.

Dib let out a long, relieved sigh and sank onto the couch beside Zim, his hand gently rubbing one of Miz’s tiny antennae. To everyone’s surprise, the little smeet began to purr softly, the sound both soothing and endearing.

The room went silent for a moment as everyone processed the unexpected sound. Dib, breaking the stillness with a grin, chuckled. "Ha! She purrs, just like you, Zim. Isn’t that cool?"

Zim smirked, clearly pleased with the comparison. "Indeed," he said proudly. "She continues to amaze even me. Another fine Irken trait, passed down to the next generation."

Dib laughed, his eyes lighting up with admiration as he watched Miz. "Yeah, she must be really comfortable. Guess we’re doing something right."

As they all shared in the peaceful moment, Skoodge sat quietly in the corner of the room, watching them with a thoughtful look on his face. After a few moments of hesitation, he nervously cleared his throat, his words stumbling. "Uh, Zim... I was wondering if I, um, could—"

Zim shot him a quick, impatient glare. "Spit it out, Skoodge.“ He said, his voice tinged with frustration.

Skoodge took a deep breath and finally gathered the courage to ask. "I wanted to know if I could... take a blood sample from Miz," he said, his voice trembling slightly but still hopeful.

Dib turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "A blood sample? Why?"

Skoodge fidgeted, his antennae shifting nervously. "Well, she’s a hybrid, right? I thought if we could study her blood, we might learn more about how her hybrid biology works. Maybe it would help if she ever gets sick or experiences something unusual."

Dib nodded thoughtfully. “That makes sense. It could be really helpful for her health in the future. It’s not a bad idea, Zim."

Zim’s gaze shifted from Skoodge to Miz, his face hardening. He looked down at the little smeet in his arms. "I... I do not want her hurt," he said, his voice tense.

Dib softened his tone, understanding Zim’s concern. "I get it, Zim. But it might just be a tiny prick, and if it helps her in the long run, it could be worth it."

Zim glanced back at Miz. After a long pause, Zim sighed, the tension easing from his shoulders. "I... I do not like the idea of anyone sticking a needle into my smeet," he muttered. "But if it’s necessary... and if it will help her in the future, I suppose I can allow it."

Skoodge nodded quickly, his expression filled with gratitude. "I promise I’ll be careful, Zim. I won’t hurt her."

Dib gave Zim an encouraging smile. "We’ll be right here with her. And I’m sure Skoodge knows what he’s doing."

Zim, still uneasy, reluctantly nodded. "Fine, but I’m watching the entire procedure. If anything goes wrong, I will not hesitate to intervene."

Dib chuckled, gently patting Zim’s back. "Fair enough. We’ll make sure everything goes smoothly."

Zim took a deep breath, standing up with Miz cradled carefully in his arms. "Alright, let's get this over with," he said, his voice tinged with reluctance.

Dib nodded, standing as well. Together, they made their way to the med bay, their steps quick but purposeful. As they entered the sterile, brightly lit room, they walked toward the now cleaned medical bed, where Zim gently placed Miz down. Her little face scrunched up, but she didn’t cry yet.

Skoodge, already preparing for the procedure, pulled out a cleaning cloth, a small sterile needle, and a vial to collect the blood. His hands trembled slightly as he got to work. "Alright, Miz, this will just take a second," he murmured, trying to reassure both her and Zim.

He carefully cleaned the baby’s tiny arm. Zim stood at her side, his eyes scanning every motion, a protective glare in place.

Then, without warning, Skoodge gently inserted the needle into Miz’s arm, drawing a small amount of blood. The moment the needle pierced her skin, Miz let out a loud wail, her small body trembling from the pain.

Zim’s antennae flicked in irritation, his eyes narrowing at the sight of his daughter in distress. "That was NOT a tiny prick!" he snapped, his voice sharp with frustration. He instinctively reached for Miz, though he held back from pulling her into his arms just yet.

Skoodge flinched at Zim’s outburst, his hands freezing for a moment. "I-I’m sorry, Zim," he stammered, his voice strained. "I swear it was supposed to be quick... just a little pinch."

Dib immediately stepped closer, reaching out to comfort Zim. "She’s okay, Zim," he said gently. "It’s over now."

Zim’s glare softened slightly, though his annoyance lingered. He turned back to Miz, who was still crying but beginning to calm down. He scooped her back into his arms, holding her close and rubbing her back softly. "It’s alright, Miz. You’re alright," he murmured, his tone soothing despite the anger still simmering beneath it.

Skoodge stood back, watching the scene quietly, feeling a mix of relief and guilt. "I really didn’t mean to hurt her, Zim. I just... I thought this would be beneficial for her."

Skoodge stood awkwardly to the side, his antennae drooping as guilt weighed heavily on him. Dib noticed the way Skoodge avoided eye contact and decided to step in. "Hey, it’s okay, Skoodge," Dib said reassuringly. "You’re right. This is going to be really beneficial for Miz in the future. You were just trying to help."

Zim raised an nonexistent eyebrow at Dib, clearly unimpressed. Dib responded with a nudge to Zim’s ribs, giving him a pointed look. Zim huffed, glaring for a moment before letting out a reluctant sigh.

"Fine," Zim muttered, his tone begrudging. "I suppose... it was a good idea to take a blood sample. But only because Zim sees the importance of protecting Miz’s future!"

Skoodge perked up at Zim’s words, his antennae standing straighter. "Thanks, Zim," he said, a small smile forming on his face.

As he turned back to examine the vial of blood, his expression shifted to one of fascination. Holding it up to the light, he tilted it slightly. "Look, you guys," he said, his voice filled with awe. "Her blood is pink, just like an Irken’s!"

Dib leaned over to get a closer look, his brow furrowing in thought. "Huh. That’s interesting," he said. "But... that also means she can’t go to any human hospitals. If they saw this, they’d know something’s up."

Zim stiffened at Dib’s words. "She was never going to a filthy human hospital anyway," he declared, clutching Miz closer. "Zim will care for her. No one else is qualified to handle such a superior being!"

Dib smirked at Zim’s reaction but nodded in agreement. "You’re probably right. We’ll just have to make sure she stays healthy and safe ourselves."

Skoodge nodded, his confidence returning as he placed the blood sample in a secure container. "I’ll study this and see what I can learn.“

The doorbell rang, and Computer’s monotone voice announced, "Gaz is at the door."

Dib looked up from where he was sitting. "Let her in, Computer," he instructed.

Turning to Skoodge, Dib gestured toward the med bay. "Okay, Skoodge, you keep working with the blood sample. We’re going upstairs to see my sister."

Skoodge gave a quick nod, already engrossed in examining Miz’s unique blood. "Got it. Let me know if you need me for anything."

Dib turned to Zim and motioned for him to follow. Together, they headed to the elevator, Zim cradling Miz carefully in his arms. The ride upstairs was quick, and as they stepped into the living room, they spotted Gaz lounging casually on the couch, her typical bored expression in place.

"Gaz," Dib began with a smile, "I’d like you to meet Miz."

Zim stepped forward, holding Miz with pride. He leaned down slightly to give Gaz a better view of the smeet. To their shock, Gaz’s usual stoic demeanor shifted. She actually cracked a small smile, the kind of rare expression that could be considered earth-shattering in their family.

"So, this is my little niece," Gaz said, her voice softer than usual. She reached out her arms. "Can I hold her?"

Zim hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "Fine. But be careful. Miz is precious!" he said, his tone half-warning, half-proud.

Gently, Zim placed Miz into Gaz’s arms. Gaz adjusted her hold with surprising care, her fingers brushing lightly against Miz’s soft tuft of hair. The baby let out a tiny coo, and Gaz’s smile grew ever so slightly.

"She’s... actually cute," Gaz admitted, her voice laced with a hint of affection.

Dib blinked in disbelief. "Wow. Did you just... compliment someone?"

Gaz shot him a look, her sharp demeanor returning briefly. "Don’t ruin the moment, Dib," she muttered before focusing back on Miz.

Zim watched intently, his antennae twitching as he monitored every move Gaz made. "She likes you," he observed as Miz settled comfortably in her aunt’s arms, one of her tiny antennae twitching in response.

Gaz smirked. "Of course, she does. Who wouldn’t?"

Dib chuckled, leaning against the arm of the couch. "I think Miz just became your new favorite person."

Gaz shrugged, her eyes never leaving her niece. "Maybe. Don’t get used to it, though," she said, though the softness in her voice betrayed her words.

Zim crossed his arms, still standing close by. "Well, as long as you understand that Miz is Zim’s smeet. She only tolerates others because Zim allows it!"

Gaz rolled her eyes but said nothing, rocking Miz gently as the baby let out another contented coo. Dib glanced at Zim and grinned. "I think Miz just won over Aunt Gaz. This is a historic moment."

"Don’t push it," Gaz replied, but the small smile remained on her face as she held Miz close.

A few days later

The doorbell rang, its sharp chime echoing through the quiet living room. Dib carefully shifted on the couch, cradling little Miz in his arms. He stood up slowly, making sure not to disturb the peacefully sleeping baby, and made his way to the door. As he opened it, he was greeted by the familiar face of his father, standing tall with his usual composed demeanor.
"Hello, son," Membrane greeted warmly, but his voice softened almost immediately as his eyes fell on the small bundle nestled in Dib’s arms. His stern expression melted into one of awe and quiet wonder. "Ah… this must be my granddaughter."
Dib’s face lit up with a proud smile, his chest swelling with warmth. "Yep, this is Miz. Isn’t she great?" he replied, his voice filled with affection. Stepping aside, he welcomed his father in, closing the door behind them as they moved to the couch.
They both sat down, the room settling into a cozy, peaceful silence for a brief moment. Then Membrane spoke again, his tone gentler than Dib was used to hearing. "May I hold her?"
"Of course you can," Dib replied without hesitation, carefully shifting Miz into his father’s waiting arms. The professor cradled her with surprising tenderness. His gaze softened as he studied her tiny features and the faintest rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.
"She’s remarkable, son. I’m very proud of you," Membrane said quietly, his voice thick with genuine emotion.
Dib felt a warmth spread through him, his heart swelling at the rare praise. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, a small, sheepish smile creeping onto his face. "Gee… thanks, Dad."

“How’s Zim doing?” Professor Membrane asked, his eyes still focused on the tiny, sleeping form of Miz nestled in his arms.

Dib chuckled softly, settling back into the couch with a fond smile. “He’s doing good, tired. Honestly, it’s hard to get him to put her down. He’s completely smitten with her.”

Membrane’s lips curled into a rare, genuine smile. “Parenthood must be going well for him so far,” he remarked thoughtfully, gently rocking Miz with the practiced ease of someone who had done this long ago.

After a brief pause, he shifted his gaze to Dib, his expression softening. “And how are you doing, son? I remember what it was like when rasing you. It can be a bit overwhelming at times.” His tone held a rare mix of warmth and nostalgia, a glimpse into memories Dib had never heard his father speak of before.

Dib rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a small sigh mixed with exhaustion and pride. “She’s definitely been a handful, that’s for sure,” he admitted with a tired laugh. “But she’s worth every second. I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”

Membrane adjusted Miz gently to one arm, freeing his other hand to reach over and give Dib a firm, reassuring pat on the back. His touch was brief, but filled with unspoken support. “You’re going to do amazingly with her, son,” he said quietly, his voice carrying more emotion than Dib was used to hearing.

After a few quiet moments, Zim walked in alongside Skoodge, both of them wearing their human disguises. Zim’s eyes immediately scanned the room, sharp and eager, until his gaze landed on Miz nestled comfortably in the Professors arms. His face lit up with pride, a smug grin spreading across his face.

“Ah, I see you’ve met Miz,” Zim announced proudly.

“Yes, I have,” Membrane replied, his voice softening as he glanced down at the tiny bundle. “She’s wonderful.”

Zim crossed his arms over his chest, his smirk growing even smugger. “Of course she is. Look who her parents are,” he said with a wink toward Dib.

Membrane chuckled, shaking his head slightly in amusement. Just as the warm atmosphere settled, the professor’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He carefully handed Miz back to Dib, making sure she was secure in his son’s arms before pulling out his phone to check the message. His expression shifted slightly as he read the text.

“It’s work,” he sighed, slipping the phone back into his pocket. “I have to be getting back.”

Dib stood up from the couch, balancing Miz with ease. “Okay, Dad. Come by anytime,” he said with a warm smile.

Membrane pulled his son into a brief but heartfelt hug, mindful not to squish Miz in the process. “Keep me updated about the baby, son,” he said softly, his voice carrying genuine warmth before turning his attention to Zim and Skoodge.

“Congratulations, Zim. We look forward to seeing you both back at the lab in a few months,” he added, giving Zim a respectful nod before his eyes shifted curiously to Skoodge.

Membrane extended his hand politely. “I’m sorry, how rude of me. I’m Professor Membrane, Dib’s father. And you are…?”

Skoodge blinked in confusion, staring at the outstretched hand like it was an alien object. Before Skoodge could fumble for a response, Zim quickly stepped in, his grin never faltering.

“This is Skoodge. He’s a friend from my home country,” Zim said smoothly. “I apologize, where we’re from, we don’t really do handshakes, so he’s not accustomed to it.”

Membrane retracted his hand without missing a beat, nodding in understanding. “Ah, well, nonetheless, it’s nice to meet you, Skoodge.”

“Uh… likewise,” Skoodge replied awkwardly, giving a small, uncertain wave.

With a final wave goodbye, Membrane headed toward the door. Dib followed to see him out, gently closing the door behind his father as the house settled back into a cozy, familiar quiet.

Zim walked over to Dib, his eyes filled with a rare mix of pride and curiosity as he gently took the still-sleeping Miz from his arms. He cradled her carefully, his expression softening for a brief moment before shifting back to his usual demeanor.

“We discovered some interesting things while analyzing her blood,” Zim said, glancing at Dib with a spark of excitement. “Would you like to come down to the lab and take a look?”

Dib nodded without hesitation, his curiosity piqued. “Yeah, let’s head down.”

They made their way through the house and descended into the lab.A stark, metallic space filled with the hum of machinery and the faint glow of computer screens. The room was cluttered with scientific equipment: microscopes, vials filled with samples, and data pads stacked haphazardly on the metal tables. They approached a large screen connected to a console, where Skoodge was already seated, typing in a series of commands.

The screen flickered to life, displaying streams of complex data, graphs, and chemical breakdowns. Skoodge turned to face them.

“From what we’ve found so far, Miz has unique neurochemicals in her bloodstream, similar to those found in Irkens,” Skoodge explained, pointing to the highlighted sections of data. “This suggests she may have advanced cognitive functions compared to an average human.”

Dib leaned in, scanning the data with keen interest. “So… like faster reflexes? Enhanced processing speed? Stuff like that?” he asked, his scientific curiosity kicking into full gear.

Skoodge nodded enthusiastically. “Precisely. Faster reflexes, heightened perception, possibly even quicker problem-solving abilities. But that’s not all.” He tapped a few more keys, bringing up another set of data.

“We’ve also discovered that she has advanced regenerative properties. Not as extreme as an Irken’s with a PAK, but significantly more than a typical human. Irkens rely heavily on our PAKs for regeneration, but Miz seems to possess this ability naturally, likely due to her hybrid physiology.”

Dib’s eyes widened slightly, a mix of awe and relief washing over him. “That’s really cool. At least we know she’ll be a bit more resilient than a normal human baby,” he said, his gaze drifting back to Miz, who remained peacefully asleep in Zim’s arms.

Zim smirked proudly, gently adjusting Miz’s blanket. “Of course she is. She’s perfect. A superior blend of Irken brilliance and your resilience.”

Dib chuckled softly. “Yeah… she really is.”

They continued scanning through the data, reviewing various findings about Miz’s unique biology. One detail caused both Zim and Dib to frown. Despite her hybrid physiology, Miz was still susceptible to common human illnesses and diseases. The thought of her being vulnerable to something as simple as a cold or flu didn’t sit well with either of them.

“That’s… disappointing,” Dib muttered, his brows furrowed with concern as he scrolled through the data.

Zim’s antennae twitched slightly, his expression darkening. “Pathetic human viruses,” he grumbled under his breath, clearly displeased.

However, their mood shifted when Skoodge spoke up, pointing to another section of the report. “While she can get human illnesses, there’s good news because of her advanced regenerative abilities, she should recover from them much faster than a typical human,” he explained, adjusting the data display. “Her body will fight off infections more efficiently, reducing the severity and duration of most illnesses.”

Dib let out a small sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing a bit. “Well… that’s a relief. At least we know her body won’t let her stay sick for long.”

Zim gave a proud nod, as if Miz’s resilience was a direct reflection of his superior genetics. “Of course. She’s built to endure.”

They continued pouring over the data, uncovering more intriguing details slight anomalies in her cellular structure, hints of enhanced metabolic efficiency, and potential markers for accelerated learning capabilities. But before they could dive deeper, Miz began to stir in Zim’s arms.

Her little face scrunched up, and within seconds, she let out a high-pitched wail, her cries echoing off the metal walls of the lab. Zim’s eyes widened slightly, then he quickly shifted into action, gently rocking her back and forth in an attempt to soothe her.

“She must be hungry,” Zim said, his voice surprisingly soft as he continued to sway gently, though his usual confidence was tinged with mild panic. Without wasting a moment, he turned toward the elevator.

“I’ll come with you,” Dib said, immediately falling into step behind Zim.

“I’ll get all this data sorted and clean up while you’re gone,” Skoodge called after them, swiveling back to the computer. “By the time you’re back, everything will be organized for further analysis.” Dib shouted out a thank you and the elevator doors closed behind them.

Zim carefully handed Miz over to Dib, stretching his arms with a sigh before flopping onto the couch. Without hesitation, he pulled off his shirt, clearly unbothered by the routine, and motioned for Dib to hand Miz back. Dib gently cradled Miz for a moment before passing her to Zim.

Zim settled Miz against his chest, and within seconds, she latched on to nurse. He let out a deep, exaggerated sigh, resting his head back against the cushions.

“I will say,” Zim muttered, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement, “she’s made me feel like that fat, wretched black-and-white farm animal.”

Dib snorted, barely able to hold back his laughter. “You’re not a cow, Zim,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

Zim huffed, though a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, Dib’s face lit up with an idea. “I know what I want to do,” he announced, standing up and heading toward the stairs.

Zim arched a nonexistent eyebrow but didn’t say anything, too preoccupied with Miz, who was contentedly nursing. After about a minute, Dib returned, holding a slightly new baby book with a pen tucked inside. He plopped down next to Zim on the couch, flipping through the pages with excitement.

“Let’s fill out some of this baby book,” Dib said enthusiastically, grinning as he found a blank page.

Zim nodded in agreement, shifting Miz slightly to get more comfortable.

“Okay,” Dib began, reading aloud as he wrote, “Miz Membrane, born August 1st at 1:32 a.m., weighing six pounds, seven ounces.”

Zim glanced down at Miz, then back at Dib, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Such a giant smeet,” he muttered with mock seriousness.

Dib laughed again, shaking his head as he continued writing. “Actually, that’s a pretty standard newborn baby size. Some human babies are as big as ten pounds.”

Zim’s eyes widened in pure horror, and he visibly shuddered, his antennae twitching in disbelief.

“TEN POUNDS?!” he blurted out, staring at Dib. “What are humans? Mutant space beasts?!”

Dib burst into laughter, nearly dropping the pen. “No, just… really big babies sometimes.”

Zim kept shaking his head, muttering under his breath, “Disgusting. Absolutely horrifying.” But despite his dramatic reaction, he couldn’t help the small smile that crept across his face as he looked down at Miz, her tiny fingers curling slightly against his chest.

Dib continued filling out the baby book, carefully jotting down details like Miz’s hair and eye color, pausing occasionally to glance at her for accuracy. He smiled softly, his handwriting neat.

“All that’s left now is a picture,” Dib said, tapping the page thoughtfully. “I’ve got plenty on my phone. I’ll just have to get them developed.”

Miz finished feeding, her tiny hands relaxing as she let out a content little sigh. Zim shifted her gently, resting her against his shoulder as he patted her back until she gave a soft, satisfying burp.

“Very good, little Miz,” Zim said proudly, his voice filled with warmth as he gently handed her back to Dib. Dib cradled her with ease while Zim reached for his shirt, slipping it back on swiftly, just in time to hear the soft chime of the elevator doors sliding open.

Skoodge stepped into the living room, brushing a bit of dust off his hands as he made his way over. “Everything’s cleaned up and sorted,” he announced, plopping down comfortably into the chair tucked into the corner of the room.

“Thanks again, Skoodge,” Dib said, glancing up with genuine appreciation. “All this data from Miz’s blood sample has been really helpful. We’ve learned so much.”

Zim nodded in agreement. “I suppose it was a good idea,” he admitted, his pride softening into something more reflective. “And thankfully, it only hurt her for a moment.” His voice carried a subtle hint of guilt, though he quickly masked it with a sharp tilt of his chin.

Skoodge offered a small, sincere smile, his eyes softening as he looked between the two parents and their daughter. “I just want the best for her,” he said quietly. “Just like the both of you.”

Dib glanced down at Miz, her tiny face peaceful in his arms, while Zim leaned back slightly, his expression softer than usual.

“Yeah,” Dib murmured, his thumb gently tracing a circle on Miz’s blanket. “She deserves the best.”

Chapter Text

They were abruptly woken from their sleep by Miz’s sharp cries echoing through the baby monitor. Zim groaned in frustration, his eyes barely open as he lazily lifted his foot and gave Dib a gentle kick.

“It’s your turn,” he mumbled in a groggy, half-asleep voice.

Dib let out a tired sigh, sitting up slowly. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched, his muscles tensing as he yawned. Dressed in nothing but his boxers, he reluctantly swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, grabbed his glasses and shuffled toward Miz’s room.

It didn’t take long for Zim to grow weary of being the only one who could feed her. They both noticed how draining it was for him. Each feeding session left him utterly exhausted, forcing him to sleep more just to recover. Concerned for his husband’s well-being, Dib brought up the idea of using a breast pump to ease the burden.

The moment Zim understood how it worked, he perked up a little. “You’re just now telling me about this?!? Go get one!,” he demanded, his usual attitude cutting through his exhaustion. And, of course, Dib had no choice but to oblige.

Dib shuffled through the door to Miz’s crib, his footsteps heavy with sleep. The soft glow of the nightlight illuminated the tiny figure of Miz, her little legs kicking frantically as she cried, her face scrunched in frustration.

“I’m up, Miz, I’m up,” he muttered with a tired sigh, rubbing his eyes once more before leaning over to scoop her into his arms. He rested her gently against his shoulder, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her small back as he paced toward the changing table.

Laying her down with care, he began to change her, his movements sluggish from exhaustion. The moment the fresh diaper was secured, Miz’s cries softened into quiet whimpers, her tiny fists no longer clenched as tightly. Dib let out a relieved breath, lifting her back into his arms, cradling her close as he made his way downstairs to the kitchen.

Reaching the dimly lit kitchen, he grabbed a pre-prepared bottle from the refrigerator, slipping it into the custom bottle warmer Zim had proudly built. Within seconds, the bottle was perfectly heated. Zim’s invention proving its worth once again.

“You ready for breakfast?” Dib asked softly, glancing down at Miz’s sleepy, tear streaked face. She let out a faint coo in response, her big eyes blinking up at him.

With the warm bottle in one hand and Miz nestled securely in the other, Dib climbed the stairs, heading back to the bedroom.

Dib noticed Zim sitting up in bed, stretching with a groggy yawn as the morning light crept through the blinds. Smiling softly, Dib walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, balancing Miz in his arms as she nursed from her bottle.

“Good morning, and happy Halloween, Zim,” Dib said warmly, leaning over to plant a gentle kiss on Zim’s cheek.

Zim playfully rolled his eyes. “Why you love this awful holiday, I’ll never understand,” he muttered, though the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth betrayed his teasing tone.

Dib chuckled, shaking his head. “You know I love all the scary stuff. Plus, it’s Miz’s first Halloween,” he said, glancing down at their daughter with a fond smile.

Zim’s expression softened as he reached out, gently tapping and playing with one of Miz’s tiny antennae. She gave a little wiggle, her eyes fluttering between wakefulness and sleep. “I can’t wait for tonight. I want to see her in her costume now,” Zim said, his voice filled with excitement.

“Same here. Let’s let her try it on after she’s done eating,” Dib suggested.

Zim nodded, and for a few peaceful moments, they sat in comfortable silence, simply watching their daughter. Then Zim spoke up again, his voice thoughtful. “We’ll have to get double the candy tonight if we want any chance of having some left after we give most of it to GIR. I don’t even know how we’re going to manage when Miz can eventually eat it too.”

Dib laughed softly, patting Miz’s back to help her burp. “We’ll just have to buy a lot, and when she’s older, she can keep her own stash. We’ll be swimming in candy either way.”

Miz let out a tiny burp, her face scrunching up before relaxing again.

Dib carefully handed Miz over to Zim, who cradled her gently, his claws adjusting the blanket around her. With a grin, Dib stood up and crossed the room to the dresser, pulling out the tiny Mothman costume they’d picked out weeks ago. The soft, dark fabric had little wings stitched on the back and tiny antennae attached to the hood.

Holding it up like it was a prized treasure, Dib’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “This is probably the best thing I’ve ever bought,” he declared proudly, making his way back over to Zim and Miz.

Zim chuckled softly, then carefully laid Miz down on the bed, her tiny legs kicking aimlessly in the air. With gentle hands, he unfastened her little clothes, removing them one piece at a time. Miz squirmed slightly, letting out a soft coo as Dib eagerly stepped in, slipping the costume over her wiggly arms and legs delicately.

The moment the costume was on, both Dib and Zim froze, their faces lighting up with pure joy. Miz, now dressed as the tiniest, most adorable version of Mothman, blinked up at them with big, curious eyes, her little hands poking out from the sleeves.

“Oh my God, she’s so fucking adorable,” Dib blurted out, unable to contain himself, his voice filled with awe.

Zim shot him a mock glare, though it was clear he was fighting back a smile. “Language around the smeet!” he scolded.

“Sorry, but look at her!” Dib laughed, gesturing dramatically toward Miz. “She’s the cutest Mothman I’ve ever seen!”

Zim’s expression softened into a wide, proud smile as he gently took Miz’s tiny hands in his own, wiggling her fingers playfully. “I’d love to see those beastly human children try to compete with Miz’s amazing costume,” he said smugly.

Dib burst into laughter, shaking his head. “Yeah, she definitely wins ‘Cutest Costume. No contest.”

Miz let out a soft, gurgling coo, as if she was agreeing with them.

They carefully removed the costume, folding it neatly and setting it aside for later that night. After changing into something more comfortable, they walked into the kitchen, with Zim gently carrying Miz in his arms and sitting down with her at the table.

"Want some cereal, Zim?" Dib asked casually.

"Hmm, yes, the Coco Fang one," Zim replied, playfully tickling Miz, who smiled in response.

Dib grabbed two bowls from the cabinet, placing them on the counter, then reached for the cereal and milk. He carefully poured both into the bowls before handing one to Zim along with a spoon. He sat down with his own bowl, and the two of them began to eat, the only sound breaking the silence being Miz’s soft cooing.

“What time is your sister coming over?” Zim asked, looking up between bites.

“Around five,” Dib answered. “She’s bringing pizza for dinner before we go trick-or-treating.”

“Excellent,” Zim said with a pleased smile.

The rest of the day passed peacefully, a welcome contrast to the chaos they’d faced recently. Zim and Dib spent the afternoon playing with Miz, her coos filling the house like music. During her nap, they retreated to the lab, tinkering with new gadgets alongside Skoodge.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting warm orange hues through the windows, they all gathered in the living room. Zim and Skoodge lounged on the slightly worn couch, Skoodge munching on a snack while Zim absentmindedly fiddled with a small Irken device. Dib sat cross-legged on the floor, playing with Miz, who was sprawled out on a soft blanket, babbling happily as she tried to grab Dib’s fingers.

A sudden knock at the door broke the calm.

Zim didn’t even glance up. “It’s open!” he shouted.

The door creaked open, and in walked Gaz, her scowl intact, balancing three large boxes of pizza in her arms. She was dressed as a zombie, complete with ripped clothes, makeup, and fake blood splattered across her face.

“Hey, dweebs,” she greeted flatly, her eyes sweeping over the room. Her gaze landed on Miz, who blinked up at her curiously with those big ruby eyes. Gaz’s expression softened, just a little.

“Except you, Miz. You’re not a dweeb. You’re cool,” she added, walking past them like it was no big deal, even though that was probably the highest compliment Gaz had ever given anyone.

Dib chuckled, standing up and brushing off his pants. “Hey, Gaz. Nice costume,” he said, following her into the kitchen as she dropped the pizza boxes on the counter with a thud.

Gaz smirked slightly, adjusting the strap of her zombie-slashed bag. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I had to try hard. Just dressed like I feel on the inside.”

Dib rolled his eyes playfully. “So… undead and mildly annoyed?”

“Exactly.”

Meanwhile, in the living room, Zim glanced down at Miz, who was now chewing on the corner of her blanket, her antennae twitching happily.

“She agrees. Gaz’s costume is acceptable,” Zim said dryly, earning a chuckle from Skoodge.

Dib pulled out a stack of plates from the kitchen cabinet, carefully placing slices of hot, cheesy pizza on each one. The delicious aroma filled the room, making Skoodge’s antennae twitch with anticipation. With the plates loaded, Dib and Gaz carried them back into the living room, handing one to Zim, who accepted it with a slight nod, and another to Skoodge, whose eyes lit up at the sight of the greasy goodness.

They settled back into their spots. Zim perched neatly on the couch, Skoodge beside him, and Dib plopping down on the floor next to Miz, who was happily babbling.

As they all started eating, Gaz leaned back against the armrest, chewing thoughtfully before glancing over at Skoodge.

“So, Skoodge,” she began, wiping a bit of sauce from the corner of her mouth, “how do you feel about celebrating your first Halloween?”

Skoodge’s antennae perked up instantly, his face lighting with excitement. He set his plate down, nearly dropping a slice in the process.

“Oh yes! The idea that humans disguise themselves as horrifying creatures to blend in with other horrifying creatures and instead of attacking each other, they offer candy is absolutely comical to me!” He let out a hearty laugh, clearly amused by the absurdity of it all.

Gaz smirked. “I mean, yeah… that’s pretty much the idea.” She took another bite, then raised an eyebrow. “Are you and Zim dressing up?”

Before Skoodge could respond, Zim interjected, sitting up straighter and crossing his arms.

“We are Irkens, Gaz-sister,” he declared proudly, his antennae twitching with indignation. “I’ve never ‘dressed up’ for such primitive human rituals, and I’m not starting tonight. Neither is Skoodge.”

Skoodge’s antennae drooped slightly, disappointment flickering across his face as he glanced down at his half-eaten pizza.

“Oh, come on, Zim,” Dib said, rolling his eyes. He set his plate aside, scooping Miz into his arms and holding her up toward Zim with an exaggerated pout. “You have to. We’re all dressing up, and it’s Miz’s first Halloween!”

Miz giggled, kicking her tiny feet as Dib wiggled her in front of Zim’s face.

“Come on, Papa,” Dib added in an overly dramatic baby voice, batting his eyelashes and tilting Miz’s head gently like she was pleading. “Do it for meeeee!”

Zim groaned, glaring at Dib before looking into Miz’s wide, sparkling eyes. His scowl softened ever so slightly. He grumbled under his breath, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

“Fiiiiiine,” he huffed, sighing dramatically. “I’ll do it… for Miz.” He shot Dib a sharp glare, pointing an accusing claw. “But don’t think you can ever use the smeet against me like this again!”

Dib grinned triumphantly. “No promises.”

Skoodge’s antennae perked right back up, a huge grin spreading across his face. “Yes! This is going to be great!”

After they finished eating, the group cleaned up their plates and made their way upstairs to Zim and Dib’s room. The cozy space was dimly lit, with scattered gadgets, random baby toys, and stacks of Dib’s paranormal books cluttering the shelves.

Dib headed straight for the closet, rummaging through a pile of clothes until he pulled out his costume. A tattered lab coat splattered with fake blood, complete with dark, ripped pants and a pair of goggles hanging around his neck.

“I’m gonna change in the bathroom,” he announced, disappearing with his costume and closing the door behind him.

Gaz tossed her bag onto the bed with a thud, unzipping it to reveal an impressive collection of makeup supplies. Palettes with dark, murky colors, fake scars, tubes of blood, and sponges for blending. She rolled up her sleeves, her zombie costume already looking disturbingly realistic under the harsh bedroom light.

“Alright, you two,” Gaz said, pulling out a dark eyeliner pencil and a cracked mirror. “You’re going to be zombies. Like me.”

Skoodge tilted his head, his antennae twitching with confusion. “What’s a zombie?”

Zim answered flatly without missing a beat, crossing his arms. “A dead humanoid that’s been reanimated and has an insatiable craving for consuming brains.”

Skoodge’s eyes widened. “Brains? That’s what zombies eat? Why would humans celebrate that? That sounds horrifying.”

“Exactly,” Gaz replied with a smug grin. “That’s the fun of it.” She grabbed a sponge and dabbed it into a grayish-green color. “Now sit still, you’re going to look like a rotting corpse. Luckily for you guys, you don’t have to bother with your disguises tonight. You’ll be alien zombies.”

Zim’s eye twitched slightly. “Alien zombies? Gaz-sister, I am already the pinnacle of perfection. Must we smear this… gunk on my flawless face?”

“Yes,” Gaz deadpanned, not giving him any room to argue. She put her hand on a spot on the bed and patted it. “Sit.”

Zim reluctantly obeyed, grumbling under his breath in Irken. Skoodge hopped up onto the bed next to him, eagerly watching like this was the most fascinating cultural exchange he’d ever witnessed.

Gaz got to work, expertly applying dark shadows around Zim’s eyes to make them look sunken and hollow. She blended sickly green and gray tones across his cheeks and forehead, adding fake veins and cracks to give him that freshly-dead look.

“There,” she said after a few minutes, leaning back to admire her work. “You look delightfully awful.”

Zim scowled at his reflection in the cracked mirror. “Delightfully awful is not a compliment, Gaz-sister.”

Skoodge clapped enthusiastically. “I think you look terrifying! My turn!”

Gaz chuckled darkly and got to work on Skoodge, smearing on even more dramatic effects. Dark bruises, fake scars, and a generous splatter of fake blood across his face.

By the time Dib emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed in his mad scientist costume, he stopped in his tracks, staring at the zombie versions of Zim and Skoodge.

“Wow,” Dib said, trying not to laugh. “You guys look… horrifying.”

“Mission accomplished,” Gaz muttered with a smug grin, tossing her makeup sponge back into her bag.

Zim crossed his arms with an exaggerated huff. “I am never doing this again.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dib replied, playing with one of Mizs antennae as she giggled from her spot on the bed. “You’ll say that until next Halloween.”

Dib rummaged through the closet once more, this time pulling out a tiny, adorable Mothman costume complete with fuzzy little wings and big, red, felt eyes stitched onto the hood. He grinned to himself before walking over to the bed where Miz was sitting, babbling softly and playing with the corner of a blanket.

“Alright, little one, time to become the legend,” Dib said playfully as he gently dressed Miz in the costume, carefully adjusting the wings so they sat just right. Once he pulled the hood over her tiny head, he stepped back, lifting his arms like he’d just completed a masterpiece.

“Ta-da! Isn’t she the cutest thing ever, Gaz?” Dib beamed, his eyes sparkling with pride.

Gaz glanced over from where she was packing up her makeup, raising an eyebrow but letting a small smirk creep across her face. “She clearly has the best costume out of all of us. No makeup required.”

Zim, still grumpy about his zombie makeover, crossed his arms with an exaggerated huff. “Lucky,” he muttered under his breath, but no one paid him much attention. Especially Miz, who was too busy flapping her little wings like she was trying to take off.

With everyone ready, they made their way into the living room, Dib carrying Miz, who was giggling softly in his arms. The sight that greeted them made Zim groan.

There was GIR, sitting in the middle of the floor in his green doggy costume, surrounded by what remained of the leftover pizza. A slice hung out of his mouth, and there were crumbs everywhere.

Zim marched over, placing his hands on his hips. “Okay, GIR,” he began, his tone firm. “You be good and pass out the candy tonight just like every year. But this time,” he added, “we are going trick-or-treating. If you do a good job, you’ll get some candy when we get back. Okay?”

GIR’s eyes lit up with excitement. He immediately dropped the pizza, leaping to his feet and running wildly around the room, arms flailing.

“YAAAAAAY!! CANDY!!!” he screeched at the top of his lungs, spinning in circles until he tripped over his own feet and face planted into the carpet.

Zim sighed deeply, pinching in between his eyes. “Yes, GIR. Candy. Now be good. We’ll be back soon.” He shoved a large bowl of assorted candy into GIR’s hands, watching him stare at it like it was a bowl of pure gold. Without another word, Zim turned on his heel and headed for the door, the others following close behind.

As the door clicked shut behind them, Gaz glanced sideways at Dib, arching an eyebrow.

“He’s not passing out that candy, is he?” she deadpanned.

“Nope.”

They both shared a knowing look before bursting into laughter as they headed off into the cool, crisp night.

They made their way down the bustling neighborhood street, the cool autumn air filled with the sounds of laughing children, rustling leaves, and the occasional eerie howl from hidden speakers. The sidewalks were crowded with kids in colorful costumes. Tiny witches, superheroes, vampires, and the occasional poorly made robot accompanied by parents clutching a hidden alcoholic drink.

Skoodge’s eyes were as wide as saucers, his antennae twitching with fascination as he took in the chaotic scene. His head darted from one display to another, absorbing every odd detail like it was the most bizarre mission he’d ever been on.

When they approached the first house, decorated with plastic skeletons and flickering orange lights, Skoodge froze, staring in awe at a massive inflatable ghost swaying slightly in the breeze. Its goofy, cartoonish face wore an exaggerated expression of “spookiness,” but to Skoodge, it was like seeing an alien lifeform.

“What’s that thing?” Skoodge blurted out, pointing at the inflatable ghost, his voice filled with equal parts curiosity and suspicion.

Dib chuckled as he pushed Miz’s stroller closer to the house. “That’s an inflatable ghost. It’s supposed to be the spirit of a human, but that one’s cartoonish. Real ghosts don’t look like that.”

Skoodge’s eyes narrowed. “What do they look like, then?”

“Like… see-through people,” Dib replied nonchalantly.

Skoodge nodded thoughtfully, glancing around as if expecting a spectral figure to float past at any moment.

They reached the front porch, which was decorated with faux spiderwebs and plastic bats dangling from the porch light. Dib gave a polite knock on the door, holding out a small bag for candy. Miz, dressed in her adorable Mothman costume, wiggled happily in her stroller, her little wings fluttering as if she was ready to take flight.

The door creaked open, revealing an older woman with a warm smile, wearing a cozy sweater covered in smiling pumpkins. She leaned down slightly, peering at Miz with delight.

“Well, my, what a cute little bug!” she cooed, reaching for the bowl of candy beside her.

Dib forced a polite smile, about to respond with a simple “thank you,” but Zim jumped in, his eyes narrowing in outrage.

“She’s not a bug, you decrepit old bat!” Zim snapped, his voice sharp and full of offense. “She’s clearly the Mothman!”

Dib’s face went pale. His smile froze, his heart sinking as he nervously glanced at the woman, who had paused mid-candy drop, her expression shifting to one of confusion.

“…What did he say?” she asked slowly, squinting at Dib as if trying to determine whether she’d heard correctly.

“Oh! Haha, nothing!” Dib stammered quickly, his fake laugh painfully awkward. “Just… a little joke! You know how festive people get this time of year! Haha thank you so much!”

He grabbed the candy hastily, turned on his heel, and practically speed-walked back down the driveway, pushing Miz’s stroller like his life depended on it.

Zim followed behind, completely unbothered, mumbling, “She really did look like a decrepit old bat…”

Gaz snorted with laughter. “Smooth, Zim. Real smooth.”

Skoodge, still processing the entire encounter, whispered to Dib, “So… ghosts look like see through people, and humans call each other bats when they’re old? Fascinating.”

As they returned to the sidewalk, Dib turned to Zim, his expression serious. "Zim, you can't lash out every time someone gets Miz's costume wrong," he said, his voice firm.

Zim, of course, was unfazed. He placed his hands on his hips, puffing out his chest in an exaggerated manner. "If these humans are too stupid to realize what she is, they should be called out!" Zim retorted, his tone sharp. His eyes flickered to Miz in her Mothman costume, clearly still offended by the earlier misunderstanding.

Dib sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, trying to keep his cool. "Not everyone is into cryptids like I am, Zim. It's a common mistake. Next time, just say thank you and move on." He turned away, giving the stroller a gentle push toward the next house.

Zim huffed in irritation, his arms crossing stubbornly over his chest as he followed. But, after a moment of grumbling under his breath, he decided to go along with Dib’s suggestion. “Fine. I’ll be the bigger Irken and hold my temper.”

Dib glanced back at him with a raised eyebrow. “That will be a first.”

Zim shot him a glare, but there was no venom behind it. For once, he actually seemed to be willing to let it go, much to Dib’s relief.

“Let’s just enjoy the night, okay?” Dib said with a small smile, feeling a bit more at ease as they walked up to the next house.

Zim reluctantly nodded,"I suppose... if it’s for her..." He muttered, trailing behind with his arms still crossed but at least without the usual scowl.

They made their way through several more houses, each stop leading to the same mix of confused comments and curious stares. Dib politely corrected anyone who mistook Miz for a bug or asked what a Mothman was, his patience starting to wear thin as the night wore on. Skoodge, however, was having the time of his life, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in the spooky decorations, the eerie monsters roaming the streets, and the countless pumpkins carved into menacing grins.

Meanwhile, Zim could be found counting down the minutes until the night would be over. The sooner they were done, the sooner he could retreat back to his base.

After about an hour of trick-or-treating, they finally reached the end of the road, where the last house stood, surrounded by towering trees adorned with ghostly lights. Dib walked up to the front door, his bag of candy now sagging heavily in his hand. As he knocked, he didn't expect to see a familiar face on the other side.

"Membrane?" The voice came from behind the door, and as it opened, Dib blinked in surprise. It was Jamie, his colleague from work.

"Hey, man! Happy Halloween! How are ya?" Jamie greeted, grinning as he looked over Dib and his small group, clearly surprised but clearly in good spirits.

Dib smiled back, handing over the remaining candy in his bag. "Hey, Jamie! I’m doing good. You remember Zim." He gestured toward his irritable partner, who was standing a few steps behind with his arms crossed, giving Jamie a wave that was more of a reluctant flick of his hand.

"Yeah, yeah," Zim muttered, his patience clearly tested by the ongoing night of human festivities.

Dib chuckled and looked down at Miz, who was peacefully cooing in her Mothman costume. "And this," Dib said warmly, "is Miz."

Jamie’s eyes softened as he looked down at the little girl, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Aww, how cute! I love her costume. When are you two coming back to work?"

Dib gave a small smile, feeling a slight pang of both excitement and apprehension at the thought. "In a couple of weeks. We’re planning on dropping her off at the daycare there."

"That’s great! Can’t wait to see you both back. We’ve all missed you." Jamie said enthusiastically.

Dib nodded, feeling a bit bittersweet. "Yeah, it’s kind of a mixed feeling, coming back, you know? But anyway," he added, feeling the need to wrap things up, "we better get going. Thanks, and have a good night!" He waved as he turned to walk away.

Jamie returned the wave. "See you in a couple of weeks, Membrane!"

With a final friendly nod, Dib and the others turned and walked down the driveway, the cool evening air settling in around them.

They finally made it back home, exhausted but happy. As they walked through the front door, they were greeted by the sight of Gir sprawled out on the floor, his small body surrounded by a sea of candy wrappers. Chocolate smeared all over his face, his wide, vacant eyes were closed as he snored peacefully, completely unaware of the chaos he'd left in his wake.

Zim let out a long, resigned sigh. "I knew he’d eat all that candy," he muttered, shaking his head in exasperation.

Dib, still carrying Miz in her stroller, rolled his eyes but smiled as he carefully took her out. "Yeah, what did you expect, Zim?" he said, chuckling as he walked toward the kitchen. He opened a hidden cabinet in the back of a cupboard, stashing away the remaining candy where Gir wouldn't find it.

Gaz walked into the kitchen just as Dib finished putting the candy away. She swung her bag in her hand, eyeing Dib with a look of expectation. "My cut," she said flatly, holding out the bag.

Dib chuckled and grabbed a few handfuls of candy, dumping them into her bag. "There you go, all yours."

Gaz raised an eyebrow, eyeing Miz with a playful smile. “Be careful driving home tonight.“ Dib said.

"I’ll be fine, Dib," Gaz replied, waving him off. "You worry about her, not me." She pointed at Miz, who was softly cooing in Dib's arms. Gaz leaned down, placing a quick kiss on Miz's head. "Bye, kiddo," she said, a rare tenderness in her voice.

She stood up straight and turned toward the door. "See ya," Gaz called, her voice now back to its usual blunt tone. She gave a brief wave to Zim and Skoodge, who were still in the living room, then stepped out, closing the door behind her with a soft thud.

Dib walked back into the living room, glancing at Miz, who was peacefully dozing in his arms. "You ready to get this little one fed, washed up, and ready for bed, Zim?" he asked, his tone full of affection.

Zim walked over, his expression softening as he reached out to gently run his knuckle along Miz's cheek. "Yes," he said, his voice surprisingly tender. "She looks like she enjoyed herself tonight."

Dib smiled, looking down at his daughter. "Yeah, I think she did," he said, rocking her gently. "What about you two? Skoodge?"

Skoodge's antennae perked up, and his face lit up with excitement. "I had the best time!" he exclaimed, his voice full of wonder. "I’ve never done anything like this before. All the decorations, the people, the candy, it was amazing!"

Dib chuckled, clearly pleased to see Skoodge so happy. "That's great! I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said before turning his attention to Zim, a teasing smile forming on his lips. "What about you, Zim? You gonna do this with us again next year, papa?" He spoke in a baby voice, rocking Miz as if to emphasize his point.

Zim rolled his eyes, but despite his usual grumbling, there was a softness in his expression. He crossed his arms, letting out a small sigh. "I suppose I’ll have to," he said with a reluctant but genuine smile.

Dib couldn’t help but grin at the sight of Zim’s rare display of affection. "I’m sure Miz would love that," he said softly, his eyes fondly watching Zim.

Zim shrugged, his smile lingering for a moment before he turned his attention back to the sleeping girl in Dib’s arms. "Maybe," he muttered, but there was a hint of warmth in his voice. "But only if it involves less stupid costumes."

Dib chuckled, kissing Miz's forehead. "Deal."

Chapter Text

A couple of weeks had passed since Halloween, and Dib and Zim were just a day away from returning to work. The house was unusually quiet, save for the faint hum of machinery coming from Zim’s underground lab. Dib, curious as ever, made his way down, the metallic scent of circuits and chemicals growing stronger with each step.

When he entered the lab, he found Zim hunched over a workbench, engrossed in his latest project. Dib crossed his arms, leaning casually against the doorway.

"Are you going to show me what you've been working on?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Zim didn’t look up immediately, his attention fixed on the small objects in front of him. Then he spun around, opening his hands to reveal two tiny black bands. They glinted faintly under the sterile lab lights.

"This," Zim announced proudly, his ruby eyes gleaming with excitement, "is for Miz."

Dib stepped closer, peering down at the objects resting in Zim’s palms. They looked simple. Just two small, black rings, no bigger than rubber bands.

"Uh… what are they? Rubber bands?" Dib asked skeptically.

Zim smirked, as if anticipating the question. "These aren’t just rubber bands, Dib-thing. They are an advanced technological solution I designed to address Miz’s lack of human ears." He held one up between his fingers, his expression filled with pride. "When placed around her antennae, they project a sophisticated holographic image of human ears. Fully touchable, seamless, and realistic."

Intrigued, Dib reached out, carefully picking up one of the bands and examining it in the palm of his hand. Despite its ordinary appearance, he could feel the faint pulse of energy vibrating through the material.

"This is… actually really cool," Dib admitted, his tone softening with genuine admiration. Then, glancing up, he added teasingly, "If you’re capable of making stuff like this, why don’t you upgrade your own disguise?"

Zim immediately crossed his arms, his expression turning defensive. "Because my disguise is perfect," he declared matter-of-factly, his voice laced with indignation.

Dib couldn’t help but chuckle, but Zim’s expression softened slightly as he glanced back at the tiny bands. "But Miz… she’s different. I want her to blend in as much as possible, especially since she’ll be spending more time around humans. I don’t want her to feel out of place."

His voice grew quieter toward the end, the pride giving way to something more tender, concern, maybe even a hint of vulnerability. Dib’s smile faded, replaced by a warm, understanding look as he gently set the band back down on the workbench.

"She’s going to be just fine," Dib said softly. "But… this will definitely help."

They spent the next couple of hours in the lab, tinkering with various projects. Adjusting circuits, fine tuning gadgets, and exchanging ideas in the familiar rhythm they’d fallen into over the years. The soft hum of machinery was interrupted when the computer’s monotone voice echoed through the lab.

“Miz has awakened from her nap.”

Dib glanced up from the device he’d been working on, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He set his tools down and stretched.

"Let’s go try out your new invention," he said, standing up from his seat and glancing over at Zim.

Zim nodded in agreement, enthusiasm shining through as he quickly followed Dib toward the elevator. They ascended to the ground floor, the faint hum of the elevator fading as they made their way up the stairs to Miz’s room.

The door creaked softly as they entered, sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow over the cozy space. In her crib, Miz was wide awake, kicking her little legs and letting out soft coos. Her face lit up with a toothless grin the moment she saw them, her bright eyes sparkling with recognition.

"Hello, my little one," Zim cooed gently, his voice soft and affectionate as he reached into the crib and lifted Miz into his arms. She giggled, her tiny hands grasping at the air.

Carrying her over to the changing table, Zim expertly changed her. Once she was clean and content, he settled into the nearby rocking chair, cradling her against his chest as he gently rocked back and forth. Miz snuggled into him, her small fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

"Hand me the device," Zim said, glancing over at Dib with a spark of anticipation in his eyes.

Dib retrieved the two small black bands from his pocket, carefully handing them over. Zim held them delicately between his fingers, then gently placed them around Miz’s tiny antennae. The moment the bands clicked into place, a soft shimmer of light flickered, and two small, perfectly formed human ears appeared on each side of her head seamlessly realistic and her antennae disappeared.

"There," Zim whispered softly, a proud smile spreading across his face as he continued to rock her gently. "Now she looks fully human."

Miz blinked up at him, oblivious to the change but fascinated by the comforting rhythm of his voice and the steady beat of his heart. Without missing a beat, Zim shifted slightly, pulling one arm out of his shirt and exposing his chest to feed her. Miz latched on instinctively, her little hand resting against him.

When Miz was done eating they walked back into the living room, Zim gently cradling Miz before placing her in her bouncy chair. She immediately began kicking her little legs with excitement, the chair squeaking softly as she bounced. Dib flopped onto the couch with a content sigh, and Zim settled beside him, though his eyes remained fixed on Miz, watching her every little movement with quiet fascination.

A few minutes later, the front door creaked open, and Skoodge walked in, his stubby arms swinging slightly as he was followed closely by GIR, who was wearing his dog costume. GIR bounded into the room with his usual chaotic energy, spinning in circles before plopping onto the floor with an exaggerated thud.

"Hey, Skoodge," Dib greeted, glancing over from the couch. "How was your walk with GIR?"

Skoodge beamed, clearly in high spirits. "It was great! We stopped, and I tried something called ice cream. Very delicious!" He waddled across the room and settled into the armchair in the corner.

Dib chuckled, but Zim didn’t seem to register the conversation. His gaze remained locked on Miz, his ruby eyes following the tiny, rhythmic kicks of her feet as she giggled softly to herself. His expression was unreadable. Somewhere between anticipation and worry.

Dib noticed the distant look and nudged Zim gently with his elbow. "Zim, you okay?"

Zim’s antennae twitched slightly, and he snapped out of his trance, turning toward Dib with a faint, distracted blink. "Hm? Oh… yes. Zim is… fine."

But Dib could see right through him. His eyes flicked back to Miz, then back to Zim, his brow raising slightly. "This about us going back to work tomorrow?"

Zim shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his posture stiffening just a little. He let out a quiet sigh, his eyes drifting back to Miz. "It’s just… it’s going to be weird. Not being around her all the time. Just… handing her off to random humans like she’s nothing." His voice softened at the end, his attitude replaced by something more vulnerable.

Skoodge, ever the helpful one, perked up from his seat. "I could watch her, Zim! I mean, if that’d help."

Zim turned his head slightly, giving Skoodge a long look. "I’d rather her at least be in the same building as me. In case something happens." His voice was firm but tinged with worry, as if the idea of being too far away physically tugged at something deep inside him.

Dib reached over, resting his hand gently on Zim’s knee, offering some comfort. "She’ll be okay, Zim. And who knows, you might even find that work feels like… a bit of a break."

Zim chuckled softly, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I doubt that."

But he relaxed slightly, his shoulders lowering as he turned his gaze back to Miz, who let out a delighted squeal, completely unaware of the worries swirling around her.

The next day arrived quicker than either of them had hoped. Zim and Dib stood outside Membrane Labs, the sleek, towering building gleaming under the morning sun. The familiar hiss of the front sliding doors greeted them as they stepped inside, Zim carrying Miz securely in his arms while Dib slung the diaper bag over his shoulder. The faint scent of disinfectant and sterile metal lingered in the cool, polished air, a stark contrast to the warmth of home.

As they made their way across the lobby, the receptionist. A bubbly young woman with bright eyes and an even brighter smile looked up from her desk. The moment her gaze landed on Miz, her expression lit up like a spark had been ignited.

“Oh my gosh! This must be the baby!” she squealed, abandoning her post as she practically skipped around the desk to get a closer look. “She’s so cute!”

Before she could take another step, Zim’s eyes narrowed into sharp slits, and he let out a low, guttural growl.

“Stay back, receptionist drone!” Zim snapped, shifting his stance slightly as if preparing to shield Miz from some unseen threat. His antennae twitched in irritation under his wig, and he held Miz a little closer to his chest, his arms wrapping around her like an unbreakable barrier.

The receptionist froze mid-step, her wide-eyed excitement quickly morphing into awkward surprise. She raised her hands in a sheepish gesture of surrender, taking a cautious step back. “Oh! Uh… sorry! I didn’t mean to uh invade your space. Just… y’know, babies. Adorable.” She laughed nervously before retreating to the safety of her desk.

Dib rolled his eyes as he gave Zim a sideways glance. “Really, Zim? She wasn’t going to attack her.”

Zim huffed, his expression unyielding. “You can never be too careful, Dib-mate. Humans are unpredictable, especially the overly enthusiastic ones. They have grabby hands.” He cradled Miz even tighter as if that would somehow repel any further displays of human affection.

Miz, oblivious to the tension, simply blinked up at Zim with her big curious eyes, then let out a small giggle, her tiny hand reaching up to pat his chin. The simple gesture melted a bit of Zim’s rigid posture, and he exhaled softly, his defensive growl fading into a quiet hum.

Dib shook his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And prepared,” Zim corrected smugly, lifting his chin slightly as they continued toward the elevator.

They made their way down the pristine, brightly lit hallway to the daycare facility tucked within Membrane Labs. The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a cheerful, well-organized space filled with colorful toys, soft mats, and the faint, soothing hum of gentle lullabies playing in the background.

Standing near the entrance was a slender woman with warm brown eyes, her dark hair neatly pulled back into a tidy bun. A shiny name tag pinned to her shirt read “Sarah.” She looked up as they approached, her face lighting up with a friendly smile.

“Hello, Mr. and Mr. Membrane! You must be here to drop off your new bundle of joy,” she greeted warmly, her gaze softening as it fell on Miz, who blinked curiously from Zim’s arms.

“Hello, Sarah,” Dib replied politely, offering a small smile. He gently nudged Zim, signaling for him to hand Miz over.

But Zim didn’t move. His arms remained firmly wrapped around Miz, his eyes locked on her tiny face with a look of hesitation. It wasn’t anger or defiance just pure, raw reluctance. His grip tightened slightly, as if the very thought of letting go physically hurt.

Sarah noticed immediately, her smile softening with understanding. She stepped closer, her voice calm and reassuring. “It’s perfectly normal to feel a little apprehensive about leaving them for the first time. A lot of parents feel that way. But I can assure you, she’ll be perfectly safe here while you’re gone. We take great pride in caring for every child as if they were our own.”

Zim’s expression didn’t change, his eyes still darting between Miz and Sarah. Clearly, words weren’t enough.

Sensing this, Sarah added, “We even have an app you can use.”

That caught Zim’s attention. His antennae perked up slightly under his wig, and he tilted his head. “An app? For our phones?” he asked, his voice filled with sudden interest.

Sarah nodded. “Yes, exactly. You can download it, and it’ll give you access to our daycare cameras. You’ll be able to check in on Miz anytime throughout the day. Real-time video and updates.”

Zim visibly relaxed, though only slightly. The tension in his shoulders eased, and his grip on Miz loosened just a fraction.

“See, Zim? That sounds good, right?” Dib said gently, giving him an encouraging look. “That way, you can check on her whenever you want.”

Zim hesitated for another beat, his gaze lingering on Miz’s peaceful face. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he whispered, “Yes… that might be… acceptable.”

Slowly very slowly he handed Miz over to Sarah, his arms lingering for a second longer than necessary. Sarah cradled Miz, her gentle sway calming the baby almost instantly. Dib handed over the diaper bag, packed meticulously with all the essentials.

“We’ll take very good care of her,” Sarah promised with a warm smile. She wiggled Miz’s tiny hand playfully. “Bye-bye, daddies! We’ll see you later,” she cooed in a soft, baby voice.

“Bye-bye, Miz,” Dib said, waving gently.

Zim swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Bye.”

They downloaded the app then turned to leave, Dib gently guiding Zim toward the door. But they hadn’t made it more than a few steps when Miz’s soft cooing turned into a sharp, sudden wail. The cry sliced through Zim like a blade. He froze in place, his body tensing before he spun around instinctively, already reaching out as if to rush back and scoop her up.

“She needs me, Dib!” Zim’s voice rose slightly, panic creeping in around the edges as he took a step forward.

But Dib was quicker. He reached out, placing a firm hand on Zim’s chest to stop him. “No, Zim. She’s fine.”

Zim’s eyes flashed with frustration and worry. “She needs me, Dib!” he insisted, his voice cracking just a little.

Dib met his gaze, his own voice soft but steady. “She’s okay, Zim. I promise. This is normal. Just breathe.”

Zim’s fists clenched at his sides, his body trembling with the urge to go back. But Dib gently turned him around, steering him down the hall.

“Come on. Let’s head to our lab. We’ll check on her with the app soon, okay? I promise everything will be fine. Just start your day like normal.”

Zim glanced over his shoulder one last time, his heart aching as Miz’s cries echoed faintly behind them. His face was tight with worry, his steps reluctant and heavy.

“…Okay,” he finally whispered, though his voice was filled with doubt.

The hours dragged on painfully slow or at least, they did for Zim. While Dib seemed to slip back into his usual work routine with ease, Zim found it nearly impossible to focus. His mind wasn’t on data reports or lab experiments. No, it was entirely consumed by one thing: Miz.

Every few minutes, without fail, Zim found himself pulling out his phone to check the daycare app. Each time, his heart raced with anticipation, expecting to see something anything wrong. But there she was, perfectly fine. Sometimes she was napping peacefully, her little chest rising and falling with soft, rhythmic breaths. Other times, she was giggling at a toy, or being gently rocked by Sarah or one of the other caretakers. Not a single thing out of place.

And yet, the worry never stopped.

What if I miss something? What if the moment I don’t check, something happens?

So he kept checking. Over. And over. And over again. It was a cycle he couldn’t break, even though each time he was met with the same reassuring image: Miz, safe and sound. Dib had been right, she was fine.

When lunch break rolled around, Zim was already starting to leave to go towards the daycare. But Dib gently stopped him.

“Zim,” Dib said softly, giving him a knowing look, “I think going to check on her now will just make it harder to leave her again after lunch.”

Zim frowned, his antennae drooping slightly in frustration under his wig. He hated how logical Dib sounded. Hated that he was probably right. Leaving Miz the first time had been hard enough. Seeing her happy and safe might only make it worse when they had to walk away a second time.

With a reluctant sigh, Zim set his phone down, though his fingers hovered near it like a magnet pulled to metal. His mind remained restless, his thoughts constantly drifting back to her, but he forced himself to focus, if only a little.

Maybe Dib’s right, he thought bitterly. Again.

But that didn’t stop the ache in his chest or the silent countdown in his head until the workday finally ended, and he could hold Miz in his arms again.

Zim stood impatiently in the lobby, his foot tapping a rapid, rhythmic beat against the polished floor. His eyes flicked down to his phone for what felt like the hundredth time, checking the clock. Why is Dib taking so long? he thought, his irritation growing with every passing second. The workday was over, and all Zim wanted was to see Miz again.

Just as he was about to storm off and find Dib himself, he finally spotted him casually strolling down the hallway, completely unbothered by Zim’s internal crisis.

“Finally! I’ve been waiting forever,” Zim snapped, spinning on his heel and marching toward the daycare without waiting for Dib to catch up.

Dib raised an eyebrow, quickening his pace to fall in step beside him. “What are you talking about? I’m right on time.”

Zim huffed loudly, crossing his arms before dropping them just as quickly. “Well, it felt like forever,” he muttered under his breath, his steps growing faster the closer they got.

They reached the daycare, and Zim’s eyes immediately scanned the colorful room, searching for Miz. His heart raced until he spotted Sarah approaching them, a warm smile on her face. She cradled Miz in one arm and carried the neatly packed diaper bag in the other.

“We had a great time today, didn’t we, Miz?” Sarah said cheerfully, gently bouncing Miz as the baby let out a happy coo in response.

Zim didn’t waste a second. He stepped forward, arms outstretched, and Sarah handed Miz over without hesitation. Zim hugged her close, breathing in her familiar baby scent, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. The tension in his shoulders melted away instantly, replaced by the comforting warmth of having her in his arms again.

“Thanks, Sarah. We’ll see you again tomorrow,” Dib said with a friendly nod, slinging the diaper bag over his shoulder as they turned to leave.

Zim barely acknowledged Sarah’s farewell, too busy nuzzling Miz gently and whispering, “I missed you, little smeetie.” As they walked toward the exit, Zim’s earlier impatience had completely vanished, replaced by a quiet, overwhelming sense of relief.

They sat quietly in the car, the soft hum of the engine blending with the faint music playing from the radio. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken thoughts, the kind that settled heavily between them like an invisible weight. Zim stared out the passenger window, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his mind still lingering on the events of the day.

After a long stretch of silence, Zim finally spoke, his voice low but firm. “I can’t do that again, Dib.”

Dib glanced over at him briefly, his brow furrowing in concern before turning his attention back to the road. “What do you mean? Leaving Miz at daycare?” he asked, though he already had a pretty good idea of the answer.

Zim nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving the window. “I felt awful. All day, all I could think about was her. I couldn’t focus on anything. I didn’t even get any real work done. It felt like part of me was missing.” He let out a frustrated sigh, his antennae drooping slightly. “I don’t want to go through that every day. I want to stay home with her. I know it’s usually mothers who do that, but dads can too.”

Dib was quiet for a moment, processing Zim’s words. He tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the steering wheel before responding, his voice careful. “We’d be taking a big pay cut if one of us stayed home,” he mumbled, almost to himself, then quickly cleared his throat and sat up straighter. “But you’re right—some moms do stay home with their kids, and, well… you’re pretty much her—”

Zim shot him a sharp look, his eyes narrowing.

Dib coughed awkwardly, correcting himself. “I mean, you’re her primary father. So yeah… if that’s something you really want to do, then I think you should stay home with her.”

Zim’s tense posture softened almost instantly. A sense of relief washed over him, easing the anxiety that had gripped him all day. “I really do want to,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, more vulnerable.

Dib nodded in understanding. “Okay, well, if that’s the plan, you should probably give them a two weeks’ notice. After that, you can start your new job as a full-time dad.”

Zim rolled his eyes, crossing his arms with an exaggerated huff. “Fine,” he grumbled. “I’ll work for two more weeks, but that’s it.”

Dib chuckled softly, shaking his head as he pulled into his parking spot. “Deal.”

As they stepped out of the car, Zim couldn’t help but glance down at Miz, who was still peacefully asleep in her car seat. The knot of worry that had been tangled in his chest all day finally began to loosen. For the first time since that morning, he felt like everything was going to be okay.

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It had been over a month since Zim had taken on his new role as a stay-at-home dad. Of course, he didn’t do it entirely alone; he had Skoodge to boss around, which, he wouldn't admit was helpful. Zim spent most of his days caring for and playing with Miz, making sure she was entertained and well taken care of. Skoodge handled more of the housework, but also kept detailed records of Miz’s growth and development since her birth.

The two of them worked in the lab, Miz playing in her playpen nearby. Zim scribbled down notes in the baby book while Skoodge typed away at the computer, updating their information.

“So, she’s twelve pounds and twenty-four inches now,” Skoodge remarked, peering at the screen. “She’s gained six pounds and is 17 inches longer than when she was born. Oh, and she’s rolling over now.”

Zim nodded while he continued to write. “She’s progressing just as she should. Right on par with a human,” Skoodge added with a grin. “Heh, if I didn’t know you were her parent, I’d swear she was fully human looking at her.”

Zim’s eye twitched in irritation. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms tightly. “It’s because she’s so ingenious that she knew how to blend in, even before she was born,” he said, his voice rising slightly. He glared at Skoodge. “But she’s like me on the inside—my blood, some of my organs. She’s nothing like those little human worm babies.”

He muttered the last part under his breath, his mood clearly soured.

Skoodge immediately noticed the shift in Zim's mood. He gave a soft sigh, trying to ease the tension. “It’s not a bad thing, Zim. You know this is actually one of the better outcomes for her. Blending in with humans like this.” He spoke gently, hoping to reassure his friend.

Zim let out a long, frustrated sigh, shoulders slumping as he looked at Skoodge. “I know,” he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.

A few minutes later, the door to the lab opened, and Dib stepped in, a wide smile on his face. “Are you guys ready to decorate the Christmas tree? I’ve got it all set up.”

Skoodge's face lit up at the mention of the holiday. “Yes! I’m excited to take part in another human tradition!” he exclaimed, bouncing on his feet.

Zim, stood up and carefully picked up Miz, cradling her in his arms. “This one’s clearly better than that Halloween nonsense. At least with Christmas, there’s a gift exchange,” he remarked, walking toward the elevator with Miz in tow.

Skoodge quickly followed behind them, eager to join in the festivities. “I’ve read about that. I’ve actually been working on a few things for both of you and your family members,” he added, trying to shift the mood to something more positive.

“That’s really thoughtful of you, Skoodge. I’m sure they’ll love them,” Dib said, stepping into the elevator and giving a smile.

Zim gave a small nod, his expression softening just slightly as they all moved toward the holiday preparations.

They entered the living room, taking in the festive scene around them. A bare Christmas tree stood in the corner, ready to be decorated, and boxes of ornaments were scattered on the floor. Dib put his hands on his hips, surveying the room. “Zim knows the drill by now, but basically, just take the ornaments and put them on the tree. Feel free to do it however you want,” he said with a grin. Then he turned to Zim, his tone shifting. “I have a special ornament for you that I made the other night.”

Zim gave him a look, clearly confused. “Why would I possibly want an ornament?” he asked, a skeptical look on his face.

Dib smiled warmly. “I think you’ll like this one,” he said, stepping over to one of the boxes. He dug through the ornaments and pulled out a small white circle ornament. In the center was a tiny handprint, and etched into the surface were the words Miz’s First Christmas. He handed it to Zim with a proud grin.

Zim stared at the ornament for a moment, the little handprint and the words catching his attention. His eyes softened, and a rare, almost contented expression crossed his face as he looked up at Dib. “It’s... nice,” he said quietly, a hint of warmth in his voice.

Zim’s lips curled ever so slightly, and for once, the usual attitude was gone from his tone. “Thank you, Dib,” he added, a small, genuine smile forming as he walked over to the tree. He carefully hung the ornament on a branch, stepping back to admire it, feeling a swell of unexpected happiness at the simple gesture.

"Glad you like it," Dib chuckled, watching Zim's reaction.

Skoodge was already distracted, his attention caught by the unique ornaments scattered across the floor. There were stars, spaceships, and a variety of cryptids that he had chosen. He eagerly pulled some out of the box, his face lighting up as he began hanging them on the tree with a wide grin. Dib joined him, carefully placing a few ornaments as well.

Just then, Minimoose and Gir came rushing in. "YAY!! CHRISTMAS TIME!!!" Gir screeched, diving headfirst into the box of ornaments, sending them scattering across the floor.

Zim, who was sitting on the couch with Miz in his arms, winced at the noise. "Gir! Inside voice!" he yelled, trying to soothe Miz as she started to whine at the sudden loud sound. He gently patted her back, calming her down as best as he could.

Dib, who had been watching the scene unfold, teased, "Hey, Zim, inside voice," his grin spreading wider.

Zim shot him a sharp, annoyed look in response, but Dib just chuckled.

Skoodge, Gir, and Dib continued hanging ornaments and stringing lights around the tree, the atmosphere becoming a little more festive with each addition. Soon, it was time to put the final touch on the tree: the star. Well, in their case, a small UFO-shaped topper.

"Okay, Zim, finish us off," Dib said, holding the topper out for Zim.

Zim carefully stood up on his Pak legs, taking the UFO ornament from Dib's hands. He placed it delicately on top of the tree, a look of concentration on his face. Dib turned on the lights, and they all stepped back to admire their work.

Dib looked pleased with the result, a content smile on his face. Zim, however, didn’t seem particularly impressed, his expression unreadable as he glanced at the tree. But Skoodge... Skoodge's eyes lit up, clearly captivated by the glow of the lights.

"The tree is... beautiful. I love Christmas already," Skoodge said, his voice filled with wonder as he stared at the sparkling decorations.

A few weeks passed, and at last, Christmas had arrived. Skoodge had been eagerly counting down the days, his excitement growing with each passing moment.

That morning, Dib and Zim dressed Miz in a festive outfit—a white top with "Merry Christmas" written in bold red letters, paired with red-and-white striped leggings. Though Zim had never cared much for human holidays, seeing Miz all dressed up in the cheerful attire brought a rare warmth to his mood.

Once Miz was securely strapped into her car seat, Zim lifted it up and called out, “Dib! Skoodge! Are you coming?”

“Coming, Zim!” Dib’s voice echoed from upstairs. Moments later, he and Skoodge appeared, their arms filled with wrapped presents.

Zim glanced at the gifts as he stepped outside with Miz. “Is that everything?” he asked.

“Yep, we got everything,” Skoodge confirmed, following closely behind Dib and Zim as they made their way to the car.

They arrived at Dib’s childhood home, where they were immediately greeted by Professor Membrane at the door.

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” he exclaimed, his usual booming voice filled with warmth. His eyes quickly landed on Miz, and a fond smile spread across his face. “And how’s my beautiful granddaughter doing?”

He leaned down slightly, studying her with affectionate curiosity before asking, “May I hold her?”

“Of course,” Zim replied without hesitation. Carefully, he unbuckled Miz from her car seat and gently placed her into Membrane’s waiting arms.

Holding her effortlessly with one hand, Membrane led the way inside, where the scent of delicious food filled the air. In the kitchen, Gaz was busy assisting Foodio, ensuring everything was prepared for the feast. She carefully pulled a perfectly cooked roast beef from the oven and set it on the table, the rich aroma filling the room.

Meanwhile, Membrane placed Miz into a brand-new high chair he had bought just for his house. Once everyone was settled, they gathered around the table, ready to enjoy their Christmas meal together.

Foodio moved swiftly around the table, serving everyone generous portions of roast beef, mashed potatoes, and roasted vegetables. The warm, savory aroma of the holiday meal filled the room as everyone began to eat.

Zim and Skoodge, however, opted to skip the roast beef, instead focusing on their sides while chatting about random topics. Laughter and lighthearted conversation filled the space, creating a cozy holiday atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Miz sat contently in her high chair, happily babbling to herself as she observed the lively dinner scene. Her little voice blended into the background until suddenly, she stopped, looked directly at Dib, and babbled something completely new.

“Da-da! Da-da!” she said, her tiny voice ringing out clearly.

The entire room fell into stunned silence. Every pair of eyes turned toward Miz in shock. Then, in an instant, Dib practically jumped out of his chair, his face lighting up with pure joy.

“Oh my God! That was her first word!” he shouted, his excitement echoing through the house.

Dib’s heart pounded with excitement as he turned to Zim, eyes wide with disbelief and joy. “Did you hear that?! She said ‘Da-da’!”

Zim blinked, momentarily speechless. “Yes… Yes, she did,” he finally said, staring at Miz in awe. Despite himself, a small, proud smile crept onto his face.

Miz, oblivious to the commotion she had just caused, clapped her tiny hands together and giggled, as if pleased with herself.

Membrane let out a hearty chuckle. “Well, looks like she knows exactly who her father is,” he said, patting Dib on the back.

Skoodge grinned. “That’s incredible! First word on Christmas. Can’t get more special than that!”

Even Gaz, usually indifferent to sentimental moments, smirked slightly as she took a sip of her drink. “Congrats, Dib. You officially have a kid who can call for you now. Good luck with that.”

Dib, still beaming, reached for Miz’s tiny hand. “That’s right, Miz. I’m your Da-da,” he said softly, his voice filled with warmth.

Miz kicked her legs excitedly and repeated, “Da-da!” She reached for Dib, making his heart melt even more.

Zim folded his arms and huffed dramatically. “Hmph. I carried her for months, and this is what I get? No ‘Zim’? No ‘Primary Father’?”

Dib snorted. “Jealous, Zim?”

Zim turned away with a scoff but then peeked back at Miz. “You will say my name next,” he muttered under his breath.

Membrane chuckled again and raised his glass. “Well then, I think this calls for a toast to Miz’s first word!”

Everyone lifted their drinks in celebration while Miz happily babbled on.

After the heartfelt moment and a delicious meal, everyone made their way to the living room and gathered around the Christmas tree. The twinkling lights on the tree cast a warm glow as Professor Membrane began handing out the presents. It quickly became apparent that Miz had the most gifts piled in front of her.

"Why don't we start with the guest?" Membrane suggested with a smile, prompting Skoodge to eagerly begin opening his presents. He unwrapped an assortment of chocolates from Membrane, an old Gameslave console from Gaz, an indestructible snack container from Zim, and a set of paranormal books from Dib. Skoodge grinned, genuinely touched by the thoughtful gifts.

Next, it was Membrane's turn. From Gaz, he received a humorous mug that read, "World’s Okayest Scientist." Dib had gotten him a framed photo of the family. Himself, Gaz, and little Miz. Skoodge surprised Membrane with a custom-made lab desk organizer tailored to his needs, while Zim had given him a small robot assistant capable of analyzing data and helping with his experiments.

Dib opened his gifts next. From Gaz, he received a book on cryptozoology, his favorite subject. Membrane had gifted him a high-tech microscope to aid in his investigations, and Zim handed him a Bigfoot action figure, a quirky but fitting present for a cryptid enthusiast. Skoodge gifted him a flashlight that would never run out of batteries, ideal for his cryptid hunts in the dark corners of the world.

Gaz’s presents came next. Dib had gifted her an upgraded gaming controller, perfect for long hours of play. Membrane had gotten her a few new games, much to her delight. Skoodge’s gift was a high-quality gaming mouse and keyboard set, carefully crafted for precision and comfort. Finally, Zim, ever the eccentric, had made her a custom gamer shirt emblazoned with “Zim’s #1 Ally.” Gaz rolled her eyes at the gift but thanked him nonetheless, not really amused by his over-the-top gesture. Next was Zim. From Membrane, he received a self-cleaning lab coat for work. Gaz gifted him a custom bobblehead of himself, which he proudly declared as the best gift he had received so far. Skoodge gave him Irken plant seeds, though they simply told Membrane they were from his "home country" to avoid questions. Finally, Zim unwrapped a custom blanket featuring a picture of himself, Dib, and Miz, and once again, he enthusiastically proclaimed it as the best present.

Last but not least, it was Miz's turn. She had an assortment of toys, clothes, and even a child’s lab kit that Membrane had insisted she was never too young for. “Science knows no age,” he said proudly as he handed it to her, much to Zim’s amusement and Dib’s mild concern. Still, Miz seemed delighted by everything, and the room was filled with laughter as everyone admired the mountain of gifts exchanged.

Zim, Dib, and Gaz sat around Miz, holding up her new toys, making them dance in front of her to keep her entertained. Miz giggled, reaching for them excitedly, her tiny hands waving in the air. Gaz, smirking at the adorable scene, took out her camera and began snapping pictures. Capturing different moments of the happy parents with their baby.

From his chair, Professor Membrane watched with a warm smile before standing up. “Why don’t we all take a picture together?” he suggested.

Dib and Zim exchanged glances before nodding in agreement. "That sounds like a good idea," Dib said.

Membrane handed the camera to Foodio. Everyone gathered together, with Dib carefully cradling Miz in his arms while Zim stood proudly beside him. Gaz took her usual spot next to them, arms crossed. Foodio adjusted the camera, ensuring everyone fit into the frame before snapping the picture.

As they settled back down, Membrane and Skoodge struck up a conversation, their voices blending into the background as Gaz, Dib, and Zim continued to play with Miz. The little smeet giggled as Zim wiggled one of her toys in front of her, his expression smug as if he were training her for future greatness.

Dib glanced down at Miz, his expression softening. “This was my favorite Christmas,” he admitted, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I still can’t believe she said her first word… and it was ‘Da-da.’”

Zim huffed, crossing his arms but unable to hide the small smirk tugging at his lips. “Hmph! It was merely a fluke! She will say ‘Zim’ next just you wait!”

Gaz snorted, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, sure. Keep dreaming.”

Dib chuckled at Zim’s determination, picking Miz up and rocking her gently in his arms. “Face it, Zim. She loves me more,” he teased, flashing a smug grin.

Zim gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “HOW DARE YOU?! I AM HER SUPERIOR PARENT! She merely has yet to realize it!” He leaned forward, pointing at Miz. “Miz, say ‘Zim.’ SAY IT!”

Miz simply blinked up at him, then let out a happy, incoherent babble before reaching for one of her toys again.

Gaz smirked. “Yep. That’s a no.”

Before Zim could protest, Membrane’s voice cut in from across the room. “Now, now, boys. No need to fight over who the baby likes more,” he said, taking a sip of his cocoa. “Science has proven that children form attachments in many ways. For all we know, she could think of you both equally.”

Skoodge, munching on a cookie, nodded. “Yeah, or she could like Gaz the most.”

Gaz’s smirk widened. “Finally, someone with a brain.”

Dib groaned while Zim threw his arms in the air. “IMPOSSIBLE! She must choose one of us! And it must be ME!”

Miz, oblivious to the chaos, suddenly reached up and tugged at Dib’s nose. He let out a surprised “Ow Miz!” but immediately started laughing when she giggled at his reaction.

Zim narrowed his eyes. “Hmph. She is already using my superior strength i passed down against you. A good sign.”

Dib shook his head, still grinning. “Whatever you say, Zim.”

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They were just a month away from Miz’s birthday, and Zim had become completely fixated on her next big milestone. Walking. She had already perfected crawling, moving swiftly across the floor with ease. But what filled Zim with even more pride was the moment she finally called him something he could cherish. He had hoped she would call him "Zim" or even "Primary Father," but when those didn’t stick, he settled for "Pa-Pa." And when Miz finally said it, clear as day, Zim beamed with pride and totally didn’t cry, as far as Skoodge and Dib were concerned.

“Come to me, Miz! Come to Zim! Come to Pa-Pa!” Zim called out, wiggling his fingers eagerly as he stretched his arms toward her.

Miz stood gripping the arm of the couch for balance, her big eyes locked onto Zim. She let out a tiny giggle before abruptly plopping onto the floor and crawling toward him instead.

Zim sighed but couldn’t hide the smirk creeping onto his face as he scooped her up. “Why must you insist on crawling on all fours like a common beast, smeetie?” he teased, tapping her tiny nose.

Miz simply giggled in response, babbling happily as she clung to him, entirely unbothered by his complaint.

Zim turned as the hidden elevator in the wall slid open with a quiet hiss. Out stepped Skoodge and Dib, both looking slightly worn from whatever they had been up to in the lab.

“Hey, Zim,” Dib greeted as he walked over, immediately reaching for Miz. “And hey there, Miz,” he added, gently playing with her tiny hand.

Zim eyed them suspiciously. “And what exactly were you two doing down there?” he asked, handing Miz over to Dib.

Dib adjusted Miz in his arms, bouncing her lightly as she giggled and reached for his glasses. “Just running some tests,” he said casually. “Skoodge wanted to examine some of the equipment you, uh… ‘modified.’”

Skoodge huffed, crossing his arms. “More like ‘tampered with beyond recognition.’ I still don’t know how you managed to rewire the scanner to think I was a trash can.”

Zim smirked. “Perhaps the machine simply spoke the truth.”

Skoodge glared, and Dib sighed. “Anyway, we fixed it. Mostly.”

Zim waved a dismissive hand. “Hmph. As if my genius modifications required fixing.” He turned back to Miz, who was happily babbling in Dib’s arms. “Unlike my smeet, who still refuses to walk.”

Dib raised a brow. “Still crawling, huh?”

Zim scoffed. “Like a lowly Earth beast.“

Dib chuckled, gazing down at Miz as she wriggled in his arms. “Aww, you’re not a little beast, are you, Miz?” he cooed playfully.
Miz giggled in response, then reached her tiny arms out toward Zim. Without hesitation, Zim took her back, cradling her with a smirk.
“I can’t believe she’s almost a year old,” Skoodge said, his tone softer than usual. “Heh, I’m really gonna miss her.”
Dib raised an eyebrow. “Come on, Skoodge. You’ve stuck around this long, you might as well stay for the party next month.”
Skoodge hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know… I mean, I’m sure they’ll need me back on Vort eventually. Not that I’ve really heard much from them,” he admitted. “I told them I was scouting out a new planet, but no one’s bothered to check in on me.”
Zim scoffed, gently setting Miz down on the floor before crossing his arms. “Hmph. It wouldn’t surprise me if they simply don’t care.”
Skoodge let out a small, awkward chuckle, avoiding Zim’s gaze. “Yeah… yeah, they probably don’t.”
He knew better than to linger on the topic—especially anything that involved the Tallest. Zim had enough to be bitter about, and Skoodge wasn’t about to stir that pot.

"Either way, I think you should stay for the party. I know Miz would want you to. You're basically part of the family now," Dib said with a warm smile. Skoodge scratched the back of his head and gave a sheepish grin.

"I don't know... I already feel like I've overstayed my welcome," Skoodge replied, uncertainty creeping into his voice.

Dib shrugged. "Well, if you want to leave, we're not going to stop you, but you've done so much for Miz, and we've really enjoyed having you around. Right, Zim?"

Zim simply grunted, clearly uninterested, until Dib elbowed him. With a reluctant sigh, Zim muttered, "Your work isn't completely mediocre... and I suppose I appreciate you helping with Miz... maybe."

Miz, who had been quietly sitting near them, suddenly pulled herself up using Zim's legs, unnoticed by the others at first.

"Wow, Zim. That's really nice of you," Skoodge said, trying to hide his surprise.

"Don't read too much into it," Zim huffed, rolling his eyes.

While they were talking, Miz focused her gaze on Skoodge. Slowly, she took a step, then another. The room went silent as everyone realized what was happening. Miz steadied herself with wobbly steps, determined. She tottered over to Skoodge, reaching up with her small arms.

"Up, Oodge," she said, her voice soft but clear.

"I... I can't believe she just walked... and it was to Skoodge?!? MIZ! I am your birth giver! Does that mean nothing to you?!" Zim exclaimed, his voice rising in exasperation.

Skoodge chuckled, carefully lifting Miz up into his arms. "Sorry, Zim. Looks like she doesn't want me to leave," Skoodge said with a grin.

Dib couldn't help but laugh as he walked over, reaching out to gently play with Miz's tiny hand. "Way to go, Miz," he teased with a playful tone.

Zim sighed deeply, shaking his head as he approached the group. He looked down at Miz, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration. "I think she got confused... Is it because we're both green?" Zim asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Dib raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "She was clearly trying to say Skoodge, Zim."

"Shut your noise hole, Dib," Zim retorted dryly, crossing his arms.

A month had passed, and the big day had finally arrived.

Zim sat at the kitchen table, arms crossed, watching Miz in her highchair as she clumsily held her bottle, happily sucking away. Her little legs kicked absentmindedly while she focused on drinking. Meanwhile, in the living room, Dib and Skoodge were busy decorating. Dib hanging up pink and purple streamers while Skoodge sat on the floor, inflating balloons one by one.

Zim huffed, tapping his fingers against the table. "I don't understand why I’m not the one being celebrated. I went through all the pain!" he grumbled, shooting a glance toward the decorations.

Dib smirked as he reached up to fasten another streamer. "That's not how birthdays work, Zim," he said, amusement clear in his voice. "Today is all about her."

Zim let out a groan, slumping forward onto the table. "Ridiculous. I should at least get a medal for my suffering."
Dib rolled his eyes. "Your ‘medal’ is getting to watch her grow up. Now quit pouting and help."
Skoodge, still on the floor, tied off a balloon and looked over. "Honestly, Zim, you should be proud. She’s healthy, and happy. You did something right."
Zim perked up slightly, rubbing his chin. "Hmph. I did create perfection, didn’t I?" He glanced over at Miz, who had now dropped her bottle and was happily smacking the tray of her highchair, giggling at the sound it made.
Dib shook his head with a chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, she's a miracle all right. Now, are you going to help or just sit there and complain?"
Zim sighed heavily, standing up. "Fine, but only because Miz deserves a flawless celebration."
As he walked into the living room, Skoodge tossed him a balloon. "Here, make yourself useful."
Zim caught it and immediately popped it with his claws. "Oops."
Dib pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is going to be a long day."

Zim and Skoodge stretched the banner across the wall, securing it in place. The bold letters proudly read "Happy 1st Birthday, Miz!", standing out as the final touch to their decorations.

"There," Zim said, stepping back with his hands on his hips, admiring their work. His chest puffed out with pride. "The perfect decorations for a perfect smeetie!"

Dib glanced around the room and gave an approving nod. The space was completely transformed. Pink and purple streamers draped across the ceiling, twisting together in spirals, while balloons in shades of pink, purple, and a few pops of green floated in clusters around the room. The kitchen table, now the centerpiece of the celebration, was covered in a deep purple tablecloth sprinkled with shimmering pink stars, giving it a dreamy, almost cosmic look.

At the heart of the table sat a beautifully decorated chocolate cake, and beside it was a smaller smash cake, made just for Miz, covered in soft pink frosting with tiny green sprinkles.

Skoodge took a final look around, his expression softening. “This all looks great, guys. My last human tradition… I’m glad it’s for Miz.”
Dib smiled, appreciating the sentiment. “We’re all really happy you’re here to celebrate with us, Skoodge.”
Meanwhile, Miz, still strapped into her highchair, wiggled excitedly. She kicked her little legs and stretched her arms out, making grabby motions, wanting to be picked up.
Zim immediately walked over, unbuckling her and lifting her into his arms. He cradled her gently, rocking her back and forth. “Are you excited for your party, Miz?” he asked, his voice unusually soft as he gazed down at her.
Miz cooed, gripping a piece of Zim’s shirt in her tiny fist, her bright eyes filled with curiosity.

A few seconds later, a knock echoed through the house. Dib hurried to the door, pulling it open to reveal his sister, and their father.

“Hey guys, come on in,” Dib said, stepping aside to let them inside.

Gaz glanced around the room, taking in the pink and purple streamers, the balloons, and the starry tablecloth. She raised an eyebrow. “The place looks so... girly.”

Dib rolled his eyes. “Well, yeah. It is a little girl’s birthday party, Gaz. Not a whole lot of options.”

Membrane placed a hand on Dib’s shoulder, nodding approvingly. “I think everything looks perfect, son.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Dib said with a small smile. “You wanna see the birthday girl?”

As they made their way to the kitchen, Zim stood near the table, still holding Miz in his arms.

Gaz stepped forward, giving Miz a rare, almost smile. “Hey, kiddo. Happy birthday,” she said, setting a wrapped present on the table.

Membrane reached out, and Miz immediately leaned toward him, letting him take her into his arms. He beamed as he held her. “There’s more presents in the car,” he said, glancing at the others. “If someone doesn’t mind bringing them in?”

“I’ll help,” Dib offered, heading toward the door with Skoodge.

As they stepped outside, Gaz remained in the kitchen, watching as Zim hovered protectively next to Miz. The little smeet babbled happily in Membrane’s arms, tugging at his lab coat with curious fingers.

Zim crossed his arms, his antennae twitching under his wig. “She likes you too much,” he muttered.

Membrane chuckled. “Nonsense, Zim. She’s just comfortable around family.”

Gaz smirked. “Jealous already? It’s only going to get worse when shes around different people.”

Zim huffed. “She already betrayed me by taking her first steps toward Skoodge instead of me, AND said da-da first! I am her birth-giver! That should mean something!”

Before Gaz could respond, Dib reentered the house, carrying a few wrapped presents. Skoodge trailed behind him, balancing a stack of boxes in his arms.

“Alright, birthday girl,” Dib said, setting the gifts down beside the cake. “You ready to be spoiled?”

Miz let out an excited squeal, kicking her legs.

Zim sighed, shaking his head. “Fine, but if she starts liking any of you more than me, I will be taking my presents back.”

Gaz rolled her eyes. “Sure, Zim. That’s exactly how this works.”

The family chatted and laughed, enjoying each other’s company until it was time for cake. They gently placed Miz in her highchair, gathering around her with warm smiles. As they began singing "Happy Birthday," Miz giggled, her bright eyes darting around to each familiar face.

When the song ended, Dib handed her a small smash cake just for her. She stared at it curiously, unsure of what to do. Noticing her hesitation, Dib scooped a bit of frosting onto his finger and held it up to her mouth. “See, Miz? It’s yummy,” he encouraged with a grin.

Miz studied the frosting for a moment before taking a tentative bite, her face instantly lighting up with delight. Excited by the sweet taste, she eagerly grabbed a handful of cake and stuffed it into her mouth. Within seconds, she was scooping up two handfuls at a time, shoving them into her mouth and covering her face in a sticky, sugary mess.

Dib chuckled, shaking his head as Miz smeared frosting across her cheeks and nose. “I think she likes it,” he said, amused.

Zim, standing beside him, crossed his arms with a smirk. “Of course, she does! She is my offspring, after all. A being of pure greatness deserves nothing less than the finest of sugary confections!”

Miz babbled happily, clapping her messy hands together, sending bits of cake flying. Some landed on Dib’s shirt, and he let out a sigh. “Oh great, now I’m part of the cake.”

Gaz, watching from her seat, snorted. “She’s just getting started.”

As if on cue, Miz grabbed another handful and flung it outward. A dollop of frosting landed right on Zim’s face. He froze, blinking in surprise as the family burst into laughter. Miz let out a squeal, clearly proud of her handiwork.

Dib smirked, wiping some frosting off Zim’s cheek with his finger. “Looks like she got you, Pa-Pa.”

Zim scowled, but the corners of his mouth twitched as he wiped his face. “Miz, my smeet, you are fortunate that you are adorable,” he said before ruffling her frosting-coated hair.

Skoodge began slicing the larger cake, carefully handing out pieces to everyone. The family sat around Miz as they enjoyed their dessert, listening to her babble happily between bites. She giggled, her little hands still covered in bits of cake as she eagerly stuffed more into her mouth.
Once Zim had finished his slice, he reached over and scooped up what remained of Miz’s cake, setting it aside. “That’s enough cake for one day,” he announced. “Someone is in desperate need of a bath.”
Skoodge chuckled and reached into Miz’s diaper bag, pulling out a few wipes. Gently, he cleaned the sticky frosting from her face and hands as best as he could. “This should do until after her party,” he said, wiping away the last of the mess.
Dib clapped his hands together, grinning. “Alright! Let’s take her to the living room and let her open her presents!” he said excitedly. Carefully, he lifted Miz out of her highchair, holding her close as she let out a happy squeal.

The family made their way into the living room. Gaz pulled a soft blanket with pictures of Miz on it from the couch and spread it out on the floor, creating a cozy spot for Miz to sit. Meanwhile, Membrane and Skoodge gathered the stack of presents, carefully bringing them over.

Dib sat down beside Miz, placing a brightly wrapped gift from Gaz in front of her. Miz stared at it with wide, curious eyes, her little face scrunched in confusion.

Dib chuckled. “Like this, Miz,” he said, tearing a small piece of the wrapping paper to show her how it was done.

Miz watched intently before reaching out with her tiny hands, pinching the paper between her fingers. She pulled at it hesitantly, managing to tear off a small piece. Her eyes lit up with delight, and she babbled happily before doing it again.

For the next few minutes, she slowly peeled away little bits of wrapping paper, completely absorbed in the task. The family smiled, watching her fascination until Zim groaned, arms crossed.

“This is taking forever!” he declared, exasperated. Without waiting for permission, he reached down and swiftly unwrapped the rest of the present, revealing a stuffed zombie cat doll.

Miz gasped at the sight, immediately grabbing the toy and hugging it to her chest. She squealed with joy, rocking back and forth as she clung to her new plush.

Dib shot Zim a look. “Really? You couldn’t just let her enjoy the process?”

Zim huffed, placing his hands on his hips. “She was moving at a snail’s pace! A warrior must learn efficiency!”

Gaz smirked. “She’s a baby, not a soldier.”

Dib sighed but smiled, shaking his head. “Alright, let’s keep going,” he said, reaching for another present. He placed it in front of Miz, but she was still too busy cuddling her new plush to notice.

“Miz, sweetie, there are more gifts,” Skoodge encouraged, waving one in front of her to get her attention.

Miz finally looked up, her big eyes darting to the new present. She let go of her plush just enough to reach forward, patting the wrapped box with curiosity.

“This one is from Grandpa Membrane,” Dib told her, nodding toward their father, who adjusted his goggles with a proud smile.

Miz poked at the wrapping paper before tearing off a tiny piece like before. Zim groaned again, but this time, Dib held up a hand. “Let her do it, Zim. She’s having fun.”

Zim grumbled but relented, watching as Miz slowly but surely peeled away more of the paper. Eventually, she revealed the gift. A colorful, interactive toy that lit up and made noises when touched.

Miz gasped in delight as the toy made a cheerful chime. She immediately smacked one of the buttons, causing it to light up and play a silly sound. Her eyes widened, and she let out a squeal of pure joy.

“Well, I’d say that’s a winner,” Gaz remarked, smirking as Miz continued pressing the buttons, giggling at every new noise.

Membrane chuckled. “It’s designed to stimulate early learning development. She’ll be entertained for hours.”

“And we’ll be hearing this thing for hours.” Dib mumbled.

Zim sighed dramatically. “Wonderful. More noise.”

Despite his words, Zim couldn’t help but watch Miz’s excitement with a fond expression. The family continued encouraging her as she slowly worked through her presents, each one bringing new expressions of wonder and excitement.

By the time she was on her last gift, Miz was surrounded by toys, clothes, and other baby essentials. She looked around at everything, overwhelmed but happy, before reaching for her zombie cat plush again and hugging it close.

“I think she’s officially worn out,” Dib said with a chuckle, watching as Miz yawned and rubbed her eyes sleepily.

“She had a big day,” Skoodge agreed.

Zim crossed his arms, smirking proudly. “A successful first birthday. Of course, it was. Only the best for my smeet.”

Dib rolled his eyes but smiled. “Alright, let’s clean up and get Miz settled for a nap.”

Dib carried Miz around the room, letting her say her sleepy goodbyes to everyone before taking her to her room for a much-needed nap. She rested her head on his shoulder, her tiny hand gripping his shirt as he gently laid her down in her crib. With a content sigh, Miz curled up with her new toy, already drifting off into peaceful sleep.
Meanwhile, the rest of the family worked together to clean up the torn wrapping paper and neatly organize Miz’s new gifts. By the time Dib returned to the living room, everything was spotless. He glanced around, impressed.
“I think she had a great time,” Dib said, smiling at everyone.
Membrane stepped forward, his expression warm. “Thank you for letting us spend time with Miz on her special day,” he said before pulling Dib into a firm hug.
Dib hugged his father back. “Thanks for coming, Dad. It wouldn’t have been the same without you.”
Turning to Gaz, he grinned. “And thanks for coming, sis.”
Gaz smirked, crossing her arms. “Like I’d miss the coolest baby’s birthday.”
Dib chuckled and stepped forward, arms outstretched for a hug, but Gaz immediately put up a hand to stop him. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned.
Dib rolled his eyes as she turned toward the door, walking alongside their dad.
“See ya later, dweebs,” she called over her shoulder.
Membrane chuckled as he followed her. “Goodbye, everyone,” he added with a wave before they stepped outside.

Dib turned to Zim and Skoodge, hands on his hips. “So, what did you think of Miz’s first birthday, Zim?”

Zim huffed, crossing his arms. “Well, I still maintain that I should have been celebrated in some way. After all, without me, there would be no Miz! But…” He glanced toward Miz’s room, a rare softness in his expression. “I suppose the party was sufficient enough for my amazing smeet.”

Dib chuckled. “Yeah, it was pretty great. But just wait, this was the easy part. The older she gets, the more chaotic these birthdays will be.”

Zim raised a skeptical brow. “Chaotic? Ha! I am a master of controlling chaos.”

Dib smirked. “Uh-huh, sure. Just wait until she has actual friends to invite over. A house full of screaming kids hyped up on sugar? That’s a whole different level of madness.”

Zim’s eyes widened slightly, and he looked around the now peaceful living room as if imagining the horrors to come. “Screaming? Everywhere? In my home?” He shuddered. “Perhaps not.”

Dib laughed, but then his shoulders slumped a little. “Or… maybe she won’t even want a big party. She might be a loner like us.”

Skoodge, who had been quietly listening, gave Dib a reassuring pat on the back. “Hey, even if she is, that’s not a bad thing. She’s got a family that loves her, and that’s what really matters.”

Zim scoffed. “Nonsense! Miz is far too superior to be a mere loner! She will have adoring allies or loyal minions, at the very least!”

Dib shook his head with a smirk. “Let's just hope she has regular friends Zim.”

Skoodge cleared his throat, shifting the mood as he spoke. “So… I’m all packed, and my ship is ready to leave tonight.” His tone was forcedly casual, but there was a hint of sadness underneath.
Dib’s expression fell, his usual enthusiasm dimming as he gave Skoodge a sympathetic look. “You’ve been such a big help, Skoodge. It’s going to feel kinda lonely without you around.”
Zim, standing with arms crossed, remained silent at first, his expression unreadable.
Skoodge sighed, glancing toward Miz’s room. “Yeah… the hardest part is saying goodbye to Miz.” His voice softened. “I’ve been here since she was born. Watching her grow, being part of her life. It’s going to be tough not seeing her every day.”
Dib nodded. “She’s going to miss you, too. You’re like an uncle to her.”
Zim finally spoke, his tone sharp but not unkind. “Tch. It is the way of things, Skoodge. Duty calls.” He hesitated before adding, a bit more quietly, “But… you have been a useful presence.”
Dib smirked at Zim. “That’s Zim speak for ‘I’ll miss you too.’”
Zim scoffed. “I said no such thing!”
Skoodge chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll miss you guys too. But don’t worry, I’ll visit whenever I can. And you’d better send me updates on Miz. I want to hear everything.”
Dib smiled. “Of course. You’ll always be part of this family, Skoodge.”
Zim huffed but gave a small nod, his expression softer than usual.

Later that night, beneath the glow of the stars, Dib stood beside Zim, holding Miz securely in his arms. Skoodge stood in front of his still cloaked ship, a travel bag slung over his shoulder.

“Well… I guess this is it,” Skoodge said, his voice tinged with both sadness and gratitude. “Thanks for letting me be a part of your family for a little while.”

Dib gave him a warm smile. “You’ll always have a home here, Skoodge.”

He shifted Miz in his arms before gently handing her over. Skoodge held her close, squeezing her in a firm but affectionate hug. “Goodbye, little Miz. I’ll miss you most of all,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He pulled back slightly, looking down at her. “Be good for your parents, okay?”

Miz babbled happily in response, reaching up to pat his face with her tiny hands. Skoodge chuckled softly, though the bittersweetness of the moment was clear in his expression.

Sighing, he gave her one last squeeze before carefully handing her back to Dib. “I should go before this gets too hard.” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “Goodbye, everyone.”

As he turned and made his way up the ship’s ramp, Dib gently waved Miz’s little hand. “Say bye-bye, Miz.”

Miz, watching Skoodge go, wiggled in Dib’s arms and waved her tiny fingers. “Bye-bye, Oodge!” she chirped.

Skoodge froze mid-step. His eyes widened slightly before softening with a sad smile. He turned back just long enough to give them one last wave before disappearing into his ship.

As the ramp lifted and the ship’s engines hummed to life, Dib sighed, pressing a kiss to Miz’s forehead. Zim stood beside him, arms crossed but eyes locked on the departing ship.

“Safe travels, Skoodge,” Zim murmured, watching as their friend vanished into the night sky.

Chapter Text

A little over a year later

Her purple eyes glinted with cold determination as they locked onto the screen. Earth. It had been thirteen long years since she last laid eyes on it. Or on Zim. If there was one thing Tak never let go of, it was a grudge. After her disastrous standoff with Zim, she spent the years on Callnowia, working tirelessly to earn credits and, most importantly, keep a low profile. But now, the time had come. Her patience had paid off. With a flick of her claws, she pressed a series of buttons, and the ship's engines hummed to life. As the vast, familiar expanse of Earth drew closer into view, Tak's spooch turned. The moment of reckoning was finally at hand.

Tak sped through the atmosphere, her ship cutting through the air with impressive velocity. The familiar, yet distant, landscape of Earth came into view as she guided her ship down toward the outskirts of the city she had once briefly known. The engines hummed as the ship touched down, landing with ease on the dusty ground.

She stepped out of the craft, her boots crunching softly on the earth beneath her. A small Sir unit, Mimi, trailed closely behind her, its tiny form whirring in sync with Tak’s movements.

“This will do nicely, don’t you think, Mimi?” Tak spoke to the unit. Mimi beeped several times in response.

Tak reached into her pocket and pulled out a small data pad. She began sketching a design. The image of a house slowly materialized on the screen, each line and curve coming together to form a family-style home. Once the drawing was complete, she tapped a button, and the pad retracted into itself, transforming into a small, metallic screw.

She knelt down and placed the screw into the dirt. The ground beneath it trembled slightly as it activated, burrowing deep into the earth. Tak and Mimi stepped back a few paces. The ground began to shift and rumble, and slowly, a small house started to rise from the earth, its structure unfolding piece by piece. The house expanded upward, swallowing her ship into its attic, the whole process taking only a few moments.

When the structure was complete, Tak and Mimi stepped inside. The walls, freshly assembled, still hummed with the energy of the build. Tak looked around, a satisfied smirk creeping onto her face.

"Do you still remember your old disguise, Mimi?" Tak asked.

"Yes, master," Mimi responded promptly, her mechanical voice unwavering. Without hesitation, the small Sir unit transformed, shifting into the shape of a small, sleek cat.

"Excellent," Tak murmured, her eyes glinting with a hint of satisfaction. She turned her attention to the large screen on the wall, where a map was displayed. "Computer, find Zim's Pak," she commanded.

The screen flickered for a moment, then the map zoomed in, pinpointing Zim’s location with a blinking red dot. Tak's gaze narrowed as she studied the coordinates. "Still at the same place, I see," she muttered under her breath. "Computer, pull up any recent video feed of Zim you can find."

The room hummed to life, the computer whirring as it accessed the requested footage. The screen switched to a security video, showing Zim in a grocery store from a couple of days ago. He was pushing a shopping cart, and beside him, surprisingly, was Dib, his once bitter enemy. Miz sat comfortably in the cart, her legs dangling over the edge.

Tak's eyes widened in disbelief as she watched the scene unfold. "Is that Dib? The little Earth boy? Why is he with Zim?" She shook her head in confusion. "They hate each other. And look at him. He’s gotten taller, just like Zim. And what is that... little, ugly larva?" 

Her gaze lingered on the screen, watching as Miz raised her hands in the air. Zim, with surprising tenderness, scooped her up and kissed her on the head. "I've seen humans do that to show affection... Whatever it is, Zim seems to have taken a liking to it."

Tak paused, her thoughts turning over this strange development. Her mind began to hum with possibilities, and a sinister smile began to spread across her face. "I think I have an idea, Mimi."

Dib gently lowered the sleeping form of a now two year old Miz into her crib, his movements tender as he carefully adjusted her blanket. "Goodnight, sweetie," he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. He lingered for a moment, watching her peacefully sleep before quietly exiting the room.

He made his way down the hallway to his and Zim's bedroom. Inside, he found Zim lying on the bed, absorbed in his data pad, his eyes flicking across the screen. "She went down without a fuss I assume," Zim said, not bothering to look up as Dib entered the room.

Dib sighed in relief as he peeled off his shirt, tossing it into the clothes bin before sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Yeah, she's knocked out. Hopefully, tonight's an easy night," he said, stretching his arms above his head.

Zim smirked, glancing over at him. "One can only hope," he replied, setting his data pad down on the bedside table.

Dib yawned, his exhaustion catching up to him. He carefully removed his glasses, placing them on the table before leaning over to press a soft kiss to Zim's cheek. "Goodnight, Zim. Love you," he murmured as he settled into the bed, the warmth of the room soothing his tired muscles.

Zim rolled his eyes, pulling the covers up to his chin. "Goodnight, Dib-mate. Love you too." He closed his eyes, allowing the silence of the night to settle around them as they both drifted off to sleep.

Tak crouched in the bushes across the street from Zim and Dib’s home, her eyes hidden behind the older version of her old disguise. The night air was still, and she was barely a shadow in the dark, blending in perfectly with her surroundings. With a quiet click, she activated her Irken x-ray goggles and focused on the house across from her.

She watched intently as Dib gently put Miz to bed. Her eyes narrowed when Dib walked into the bedroom and lay down beside Zim.

"What is going on?!" she hissed under her breath, a mix of frustration and disbelief coloring her voice. "Why are Zim and Dib sharing sleeping quarters?"

Tak clenched her fists, her teeth grinding in irritation. “Those two are such morons," she muttered bitterly to Mimi, who was disguised as a cat.

For an hour, Tak stayed hidden in the shadows, replaying the intricacies of her plan over and over in her mind. Each time she went over it, her conviction only grew stronger. She would make Zim and Dib regret underestimating her.

Finally, she reached into her Pak, extracting a small handful of iridescent orbs. With a quick flick of her wrist, she threw them toward the green house, the orbs slicing through the air with precision. They latched onto the house’s exterior, glowing faintly pink as they adhered to the walls. Tak watched in satisfaction as the faint glow flickered, then faded away.

"There," she said softly, her voice dripping with triumph. "The house’s defenses should be down now, and it should obey my commands."

Tak swiftly crossed the street, her movements precise and calculated. The house let her in without resistance, just as she had planned. She slipped inside, the dim glow of the interior casting eerie shadows as she moved in silence.

Once inside, she extended her Pak legs, using them to lift herself off the ground and avoid making any unnecessary noise. Quietly, she ascended the stairs, her sharp eyes locked onto her target. Miz’s room. The faint sound of gentle breathing reached her antennae as she entered.

Retracting her Pak legs, Tak stepped toward the crib, peering down at the small, sleeping smeet. She studied the tiny creature with a look of disdain and curiosity. "Why are they so taken with this little thing?" she muttered under her breath, struggling to understand the attachment Zim and Dib had to it.

Carefully, she reached into the crib and lifted Miz into her arms. The moment Miz left the safety of her blankets, she squirmed, her tiny limbs twitching as if sensing the unfamiliar presence. Tak froze as Miz’s groggy eyes fluttered open, locking onto hers.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Miz’s face twisted, and she let out a loud, piercing wail.

Tak's eyes went wide in shock. She stiffened, caught completely off guard by the antenna-splitting cry. Panic surged through her as she frantically tried to quiet the smeet, clamping a hand over her mouth and shushing her in a hushed, desperate whisper.

"Shhh! Stop that! Stop making that awful noise!" she hissed, her grip tightening slightly as she glanced toward the door, her heart pounding. She had not expected it to make such a racket.

Dib stirred, groaning as Miz’s cries pierced the silence of the night. He cracked one eye open, glancing at the clock before letting out a quiet whimper.

"It hasn’t even been two hours, Miz," he mumbled, rubbing his face. He knew Zim would just grumble and tell him to deal with it, so with a resigned sigh, he threw off the blankets and dragged himself toward Miz’s room.

As he stepped into the doorway, his exhaustion was immediately replaced with shock. His body went rigid, his breath catching in his throat.

A woman he didn’t recognize was standing in the middle of the room, holding his daughter.

Before he could react, she barked a command.

"Computer, capture him."

Dib barely had time to process the words before a metallic cord shot down from the ceiling, coiling tightly around his body. With a sharp yank, it hoisted him off the ground, leaving him suspended in the air.

"Computer?! Zim! Help! Intruder!" Dib shouted, his voice laced with panic.

In an instant, Zim’s eyes snapped open. His instincts took over as he bolted out of bed, not bothering to throw on his disguise. Whoever had broken into their home wasn’t leaving alive.

He sprinted down the hall, his Pak deploying a laser weapon as he reached Miz’s room. But the moment he stepped inside, the woman turned her sharp gaze on him.

"Computer, capture him too," she commanded.

Zim barely had time to react before another metal cord lashed out toward him, wrapping around him and lifting him up in the air.

The boys struggled against their restraints, twisting and pulling in vain.

"LET HER GO BEFORE I RIP OUT YOUR SPINE!" Zim roared, his voice laced with fury.

Tak only smiled, amused by his anger. Without a word, she deactivated her disguise, revealing her true Irken form.

Both Zim and Dib froze. Their eyes widened in shock as they shouted her name in unison.

"TAK?!"

Tak smirked, relishing their disbelief. "You're in no position to be making threats, Zim," she taunted.

Miz wailed, her tiny arms reaching desperately for her fathers, her cries filled with fear. "Pa-Pa! Da-da!" she sobbed, her voice trembling.

Dib thrashed harder against the metal restraints. "What are you doing, Tak?!? Leave her alone, she's just a baby!" he shouted.

Tak tilted her head, eyes narrowing in confusion. "What even is a 'baby'?" she scoffed. "Why are you two so attached to this little thing?"

Zim and Dib struggled again, their bodies twisting as they tried to break free.

"That’s none of your business," Zim snarled. His ruby eyes burned with rage. "You're obviously using her to get to me."

Tak’s smirk deepened, but before she could respond, Zim’s tone suddenly changed. His voice was steady, controlled.

"Put her down," he said, his gaze unwavering. "And take me instead. I’ll go quietly. I won’t even put up a fight."

Dib snapped his head toward him. He opened his mouth as if to say something but hesitated, his heart pounding.

Tak narrowed her eyes, suspicion creeping into her expression.

"Okay… something’s not right. The idiot Zim wouldn’t just give himself up like that." She turned her gaze to the ceiling. "Computer. What is their relationship to this tiny human?"

The computer responded in its usual monotone voice. "That is their smeet. It is actually a hybrid, a mix between human and Irken."

A stunned silence followed. Then

"COMPUTER?!?" Zim and Dib yelled in unison, their voices filled with outrage.

"I have to obey Tak," the computer replied flatly. "She bugged me."

Tak smirked, processing this new information. Her gaze flicked back to Miz, then to the two struggling fathers.

"So, a hybrid smeet, huh?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully before directing another question at the computer. "And how exactly did they go about that?"

The computer answered without hesitation. "They mated. Zim became pregnant and later gave birth to the smeet."

Tak's expression shifted from curiosity to sheer disbelief. She stared at the two men before her, blinking once, then twice. The room was silent for a moment. Until she burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Oh, this is too good!" She doubled over slightly, wiping a nonexistent tear from her eye. "You—" she pointed at Zim, "mated with this disgusting Earth beast?!?"

Dib scowled. "Excuse me?"

"And your body was actually able to produce a smeet?!?" Tak continued, her laughter only growing. "How is that even possible?!?"

Her laughter slowed, but the mocking amusement remained. She shook her head in disbelief, eyes gleaming with cruel delight. "Oh, Zim. You truly are defective."

Zim let out a low growl, his eyes burning with fury. "Watch your tongue, Tak. Let her go!"

Tak smirked at Zim’s fury, clearly enjoying how much this revelation rattled him. “Oh, don’t give me that look, Zim. You’ve already humiliated yourself enough.” She adjusted Miz in her arms as the little hybrid continued to cry, squirming desperately to get back to her fathers.

Dib struggled harder against his restraints. “Enough of this, Tak! What do you want?! You're obviously here for a reason!“

Tak hummed in amusement, tapping a finger against her chin. “Oh, I suppose you’re right. I do have a plan, and now, thanks to this new information, it’s going to be even easier than I thought.”

She turned toward the window, looking out at the city lights. “You see, I’ve spent the last decade preparing for my revenge, gathering resources, and waiting for the perfect moment. And now, here I am, standing in the home of the so-called ‘almighty Zim,’ holding the one thing he would do anything to protect.” She glanced down at Miz, who sniffled and clung weakly to her arm. “Adorable, really.”

“Tak—” Zim snarled, but she cut him off with a sharp look.

“My original plan was simple: infiltrate the planet’s defenses, disable them, and take control. But now? Now I have leverage.” She grinned. “If you two love this little thing so much, you’ll be very willing to cooperate, won’t you?”

Dib’s stomach twisted. “Cooperate how?”

Tak’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, it’s quite simple. You, Dib, will use your ridiculous human knowledge to disable whatever Earthly defenses would get in my way. And Zim? Well, I need someone who knows how Irken tech works. And you, defective or not, are still an Irken with access to plenty of useful technology.”

Zim bared his teeth. “And if we refuse?”

Tak’s smirk widened. “Then little Miz here gets to take a one-way trip off the planet. Maybe I’ll drop her off in deep space and see if she can survive all on her own.” She laughed darkly. “Or, better yet, I could hand her over to the Irken Empire. I’m sure the Tallest would love to study the first-ever hybrid. Imagine what kind of experiments they could run on her!”

Zim and Dib’s blood ran cold.

Dib thrashed violently against the metal restraints. “You bitch!”

Zim’s fists clenched, his breath shaky with rage. “You will not take my smeet to the Empire.”

“Oh? So you will cooperate then?” Tak asked sweetly.

Zim’s glare was murderous, but he said nothing. Dib’s mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this, but Tak had them in a chokehold.

Tak watched the helpless fury on their faces, relishing the control she had over them. She adjusted Miz in her grip, the hybrid still sniffling and reaching toward her fathers. Tak wrinkled her face in distaste but kept her grip firm.

“Now then, let’s make things simple,” she said, pacing slowly around the room. “Dib, you’ll start by giving me access to Earth’s defense networks. I know humans have all sorts of silly little systems in place to protect their miserable planet. You’re going to turn them off for me.”

Dib clenched his jaw. “Like hell I will.”

Tak smirked. “Wrong answer.” She turned her head toward the computer. “Computer, tighten the restraints.”

Dib let out a sharp grunt as the metal coils constricted around him, squeezing his chest and limbs tighter. Zim struggled harder against his own, his Pak sparking as he tried to force out his weapons.

“Enough!” Zim snarled. “If you hurt him, I swear I will rip you apart with my bare hands!”

Tak rolled her eyes. “Oh, please, you’re in no position to make threats.” She shifted Miz in her arms, and the hybrid let out a distressed whimper. Tak’s smirk returned. “Besides, hurting Dib isn’t my real leverage here, now is it?”

Zim stiffened.

Tak’s smile widened. “That’s what I thought.” She turned back to Dib. “I don’t need to torture you to get what I want. All I have to do is put this little thing in danger, and you two will be my obedient little pets.”

Dib’s body trembled with barely contained rage. “If you lay a finger on her—”

“Relax,” Tak said, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m not stupid. I need her alive. But I also need you desperate enough to do what I say.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully before her expression darkened. “So let me make this perfectly clear—if either of you try to resist, stall, or pull any tricks, I will kill this smeet.”

Zim’s breath hitched. He could feel his entire being coil with fury and helplessness. His smeet. His child. In the hands of this filthy, insignificant—

“Do we have a deal?” Tak asked, tilting her head with mock innocence.

Dib’s breathing was heavy. Zim’s claws dug into his palms. Neither of them wanted to agree to this, but what choice did they have?

Zim’s voice was low, shaking with anger. “Put. Her. Down. And we’ll talk.”

Tak smirked. “Not a chance. She’s my insurance.”

Dib squeezed his eyes shut. Think, think, think. There had to be a way out of this. They couldn’t let Tak take over Earth.

But looking at Miz, her tiny body trembling in Tak’s grasp, her little hands still reaching for them…

They also couldn’t let Tak take her away.

Tak’s smirk deepened at their silence. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’

Tak glanced up at the ceiling. “Computer, release them in ten minutes. I’ll be long gone by then.”

With a smirk, she turned toward the window, still holding Miz tightly.

“Tak! Where are you taking her?! Put her down, NOW!” Zim shouted, thrashing against his restraints.

Tak only chuckled. “She stays with me until Earth is mine. Once I bring this planet to its knees, I’ll finally be able to prove myself to the Tallest.” She glanced over her shoulder. “ I'll be in touch in two days. Come Mimi!”

From the shadows, Mimi, still in her cat form, leapt onto Tak’s shoulder. Without hesitation, Tak’s Pak extended into a sleek jetpack, and with a burst of energy, she took off into the night, Miz wailing in her arms.

“NO! GET BACK HERE!” Zim roared, struggling against the metal coils. His voice was raw with desperation, his body shaking with rage.

Dib gritted his teeth, straining against the restraints. “We need a plan, Zim. We can’t just hand Earth over to her, but we have to save Miz.”

Zim took a sharp breath, trying to focus through the panic clawing at his mind. “I can find her. I put trackers on all her clothing.”

Dib’s eyes widened. “You did?! That’s—wait, when did you do that?”

Zim barely spared him a glance. “After you told me I couldn’t implant a tracker in her body. But that’s not sounding so bad now, is it?”

Dib opened his mouth, hesitated, then sighed. “Okay, fair point. So we track her down. But then what? We can’t just charge in blind, we need a real plan. We can’t let our emotions get the best of us.”

Zim let out a shaky breath, his claws digging into his palms. He wanted nothing more than to rip Tak apart and take Miz back now, but Dib was right. If they weren’t careful, Tak could slip away, or worse, hurt Miz.

He forced himself to nod. “Yes… you’re right. We need to think this through.”

After a few tense minutes, the restraints finally released with a hiss, sending both Zim and Dib crashing to the floor. They barely took a second to recover before scrambling to their feet, rushing toward the lab.

“First, I need to take back control of the computer,” Zim said, sprinting toward the hidden elevator. His claws frantically pressed the panel as it slid open.

Dib was right on his heels. “Yeah, no kidding. Tak bugged it way too easily! We can’t let her keep that kind of access!”

The doors shut behind them as the elevator shot downward into the depths of Zim’s underground base.

As soon as the elevator doors slid open, Zim bolted into the lab, his claws already flying across the control panel. The main screen flickered with static before stabilizing, revealing the cold, monotone voice of the AI.

“Hello, Zim. I am currently under new management. Please direct all commands to—”

“Override manual control!” Zim snapped, his claws typing furiously.

Dib leaned over his shoulder, watching as strings of alien code scrolled across the screen. “Are you sure you can undo whatever Tak did?”

Zim’s eyes were locked onto the data. “Of course, Dib! This is MY computer. There is no virus, no bug, no pathetic hack that can outmatch ZIM!” He growled under his breath as he worked. “Tak is clever, but she is not as clever as me.”

The computer hummed. “Manual override detected. Returning to primary user… Welcome back, Zim.”

Zim smirked. “That’s more like it.”

Dib exhaled in relief. “Alright, we have control again. Now where is she?”

Zim quickly pulled up the tracking system, his claws moving with speed. A red dot blinked on the screen, moving rapidly across the city skyline.

“There! Just like I said I put trackers on all her clothing!” Zim declared triumphantly. But his victorious grin faded fast. The dot was already heading toward the outskirts of town.

Dib frowned. “That’s not a random escape route… she’s taking Miz somewhere.”

Zim’s jaw clenched. “A base. She’s planned this.” He gritted his teeth. “She won’t get away with this.”

Dib nodded. “Agreed. But we need a strategy, Tak’s smart. She wouldn’t have gone through all this effort just to be caught.”

Zim’s antennae twitched. As much as he wanted to immediately launch into battle, Dib was right. They needed to think.

His grip tightened on the console. “Then let’s plan fast. Because I am NOT letting her keep our smeet.”

Dib placed a hand on Zim’s shoulder. “Take a breath, Zim. Panicking won’t help us. Do you have anything that can take down her defenses. Like she did to ours?”

Zim gritted his teeth, forcing himself to think. “Whatever she used against us was advanced Irken tech, but I can make something better. Something that will override her systems completely.” His eyes gleamed with determination. “We start now. No wasting time.”

Dib nodded. “Then let’s get to work.”

The two of them dove into the task, working tirelessly through the night, their only focus on getting Miz back. Sparks flew as Zim welded components together, while Dib assisted. Grabbing tools, double-checking calculations, and making modifications where needed. They talked and went over a plan that they had come up with.

Hours passed, but neither stopped. Failure wasn’t an option.

Finally, as the first hints of dawn crept over the horizon, Zim held up a small but powerful device, a triumphant smirk on his face. “This… will shut everything down.”

Dib exhaled, rubbing his tired eyes. “Great. Now let's go.”

Zim glanced at Dib, taking in the dark circles under his eyes and the way he struggled to stifle another yawn. He was exhausted.

“You need to rest, Dib,” Zim said firmly.

Dib shook his head. “What? No way! We need to go after Miz!”

Zim folded his arms. “And what happens if you pass out in the middle of the mission? I can’t do this alone. I need you at your best, and right now, you’re barely standing.”

Dib opened his mouth to argue, but Zim cut him off. “Tak gave us a couple of days to do her bidding. That means we have time to prepare, and you have time to sleep. This is not up for discussion.”

Dib sighed, rubbing his face. He knew Zim was right. If he didn’t rest, he’d just be a liability.

“…Fine. A few hours. But the second I wake up, we’re getting her back.”

Zim gave a sharp nod. “Agreed.”

Dib dragged himself toward the bedroom while Zim stayed behind, his mind still racing with plans, possibilities, and the burning need for revenge.

As Dib stepped into the elevator to head back upstairs, Zim’s mind raced. Having an extra set of hands would be crucial. He needed backup. Someone ruthless, someone reliable.

He let out a sigh, knowing he was about to get an antennae full for calling this early, but he didn’t have a choice. Pulling out his communicator, he dialed Gaz.

The line rang a few times before she finally picked up, her voice groggy and irritated.

“You better have a damn good reason for waking me up this early,” she growled.

Zim didn’t hesitate. “Tak’s back. She took Miz. We need your help.”

Silence. A beat passed before Gaz spoke again. “I haven’t heard that name in a long time… Why the hell would she take Miz?”

“She wants to take over the Earth and is using Miz as leverage to make us work for her,” Zim explained. “She’s giving us a couple of days to do her bidding, but we’re not giving her the satisfaction.”

Gaz scoffed. “And how did she even get in? Don’t you two have top-notch security?”

Zim clenched his fists, grumbling. “She spent a fortune on advanced Irken tech to disable my defenses. I won’t make that mistake again.”

Gaz was quiet for a moment before letting out a sharp breath. “Say no more, I’m in.”

Zim finally exhaled, feeling the weight on his shoulders lighten just a bit. “Thank you. Get over here. We have a lot to discuss.”

Gaz drove way faster than she should have, but she didn’t care. Every second wasted was a second Miz was in danger. She pulled up behind Dib’s car, threw it into park, and grabbed her bat from the passenger seat.

She wasted no time marching up to the front door and knocking. Once was all it took.

Zim yanked the door open. “Hurry inside.”

Gaz stepped in, eyes flicking around the house. “Where’s my brother?”

Zim shut the door behind her. “Asleep. He was up all night working with me to build a device to infiltrate Tak’s base,” he explained. “I want to let him sleep for a few hours while I go over the plan with you, and while you help me build some extra tech to give us an advantage.”

Gaz nodded, gripping her bat tighter. She already knew where the hidden elevator was. She lifted her bat and pointed straight at it.

“Lead the way.”

They made their way down to the lab, the hum of machinery filling the air as they stepped inside. Zim led Gaz to a cluttered workbench, where he picked up a sleek, black, compact device with multiple folding compartments. He held it up, his claws gripping it tightly.

“This—” he said, tapping the side, “—is our key to getting Miz back. It’s a multi-tool designed for infiltration. It has a signal disruptor to take out Tak’s security, a molecular phasing mode that lets us pass through walls for a short time, and stealth cloaking to keep us off her sensors. I’ve already built this prototype, and I have the blueprints ready to make one for each of us. It won’t take long, but I’ll need your help.”

Gaz took the device from his hands, turning it over as she examined its design. She placed it back on the workbench and crossed her arms. “Of course, I’ll help, but first, how are you holding up, Zim?”

Zim let out a sharp breath, followed by a bitter chuckle. His usual bravado faltered as his eyes shined with unshed tears. “It’s taking everything in my power not to go in guns blazing and kill her where she stands.” His voice was low, filled with barely contained rage.

Gaz tightened her grip on her bat, her expression darkening. “Don’t worry. You’ll get your chance.”

Zim exhaled, straightening his posture, his resolve hardening.

“Let’s get to work,” she said.

Without another word, they got to work. Five grueling hours later, the devices were finally complete.

Zim wiped his brow and inspected the last one before nodding in satisfaction. “They're ready,” he said, tucking them into his Pak. “Let’s wake Dib and go over the plan again.”

Gaz stretched, cracking her neck. “About time. Let’s do this.”

They made their way upstairs to the main floor, stepping into the living room. “Wait here, Gaz. I’ll get Dib,” Zim said, already heading toward the bedroom.

Gaz plopped onto the couch, gripping her bat. “Fine, but hurry up,” she muttered.

Zim climbed the stairs and slipped into the dimly lit room, making his way to the bed where Dib was still fast asleep. He placed a firm hand on his shoulder and shook him gently.

Dib groaned, stirring. His eyes blinked open, adjusting to the light. “Zim...? Miz—”

“I know,” Zim interrupted softly. “We have a plan, and we’re going to get her back. Your sister is here.”

At that, Dib sat up quickly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He reached for his glasses and slipped them on before getting out of bed. Together, they headed downstairs, finding Gaz waiting impatiently.

Zim wasted no time. “Alright, listen up. The plan is simple. I’ll use my device to reroute her systems, just like she did to mine. Once I override her defenses, we phase through while cloaked. You two will track Miz using the signal from the tracker I implanted in her clothing. While you focus on getting her out, I’ll handle Tak.”

Dib and Gaz exchanged a look, then nodded.

“All that’s left, is to wait for nightfall.” Gaz said.

At Tak’s base, Miz was still wailing, her tiny voice echoing through the metallic walls. Tak paced back and forth, bouncing the smeet in her arms in a desperate attempt to calm her down.

“Ugh! Why won’t you just stop screeching you little monster?!” Tak groaned, her patience wearing thin.

She had looked up various methods for soothing babies, relying on her computer to provide solutions. The first step was feeding. Using her advanced tech, she had synthesized a nutrient supplement designed to satisfy Miz’s needs. Yet, even after the smeet had gulped it down, the wailing continued.

Then, an unpleasant stench hit Tak’s heightened senses, making her antennae twitch in disgust. “Ugh… what is that foul smell?” she muttered, cringing.

After a quick scan, she realized the horrifying truth, smeets needed to be changed.

With great reluctance, she ordered her computer to fabricate proper changing materials. The process itself was a nightmare. Tak fumbled awkwardly with the diaper, grimacing as she worked to clean Miz up. “This is beyond disgusting,” she muttered, nearly gagging.

Once Miz was freshly changed, Tak let out a sigh of relief, expecting the ordeal to finally be over. But instead, the smeet still refused to quiet down.

Tak’s eye twitched as Miz’s cries only grew louder, her tiny fists flailing. “What more do you want from me?!” she snapped, running her hands down her face in frustration.

As the wailing continued, Tak was quickly realizing that taking a baby hostage might have been more trouble than it was worth.

Zim’s cloaked ship sliced through the night sky at an impressive speed, the engines humming softly as they approached their destination. His grip on the controls was tight, his sharp eyes locked on the horizon.

“We’re coming up on her location,” Dib said, studying the digital map on the dashboard.

Below them, a small, unassuming house sat on the outskirts of town, blending into its surroundings. They descended smoothly, landing a few feet away in the cover of darkness.

Zim wasted no time, pulling out the newly crafted devices and handing them to Dib and Gaz. He kept his own in one hand while holding a data pad in the other.

“Now, I’ll reroute her computer system,” Zim said, his claws flying over the interface. The device in his hand pulsed with energy as he hacked into Tak’s security. A few tense seconds later, his data pad lit up green.

“Excellent. I’m in. Disabling her defenses now,” he announced, tapping a series of commands. The house flickered for a moment as the security grid powered down.

With access to her system, Zim pulled up the internal video feed. The moment the screen displayed the scene inside, his expression darkened. Miz was still crying, her tiny fists flailing as Tak awkwardly tried to rock her.

Zim’s fists clenched. “Miz is in distress.”

“Of course she is,” Dib muttered, his eyes locked on the screen. “She’s probably terrified.”

Gaz studied the layout on the feed, formulating a plan. “If we go in cloaked, we can slip inside undetected. Dib, you get close enough to snatch Miz from Tak before she even realizes what’s happening.”

Zim nodded in agreement, turning to Dib with a serious expression. “Once you have Miz, get out immediately. I’ll deal with Tak myself.”

Dib gave a firm nod. “Got it.”

With the plan set, they activated their devices, their figures vanishing into thin air.

They moved swiftly and silently, their cloaking devices rendering them invisible as they approached the front of Tak’s base. carefully , they activated the phasing mode, slipping seamlessly through the wall and into the dimly lit interior.

Miz’s wails echoed through the room, piercing their ears and antennae and fueling their urgency. Across the room, Tak stood, her face twisted in frustration as she tugged at her antennae.

“I can't take it anymore, you little monster!” she snapped, glaring down at the crying smeet.

Her moment of distraction was all Dib needed. Moving with stealth, he slipped past her and scooped Miz into his arms. The sudden shift in weight made Miz jerk slightly, but she quickly quieted at the familiar warmth.

Tak’s eyes widened as she saw Miz seemingly lift into the air. “What?! Can you fly now?!?”

Before she could react further, an unseen force struck her hard across the head with a resounding crack. Tak’s body crumpled to the ground, her eyes rolling back for a split second. As she hit the floor, Zim’s cloak disengaged, revealing him mid-leap as he landed on top of her.

His fists came down like a storm. Blow after blow, Zim’s knuckles crashed into her face, his enraged screams reverberating off the walls. Blood splattered in every direction, painting his hands and her crumpled form.

“HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY SMEET FROM ME!” he roared, his voice breaking with raw fury.

From the shadows, Mimi lunged, her claws extending toward Zim. But before she could strike, Gaz, still cloaked, swung her bat with full force. The metal weapon collided with Mimi’s head, sending the SIR unit flying across the room in a shower of sparks and disengaging her cat disguise. She crashed against the wall, but Gaz wasn’t done. She stalked forward, bringing her bat down repeatedly, ensuring the robot stayed down.

Zim, meanwhile, continued his assault, fists meeting flesh in a relentless rhythm. His mind was consumed by rage, his vision red with fury. This went on for nearly a minute, the sickening sounds of impact filling the room.

“Enough, Zim, she's dead.” Dib’s voice cut through the chaos, firm yet shaken. He held Miz tightly, shielding her from the sight of her father’s unrelenting attack.

But Zim didn’t stop. With one final, brutal strike, one of Tak’s ocular implants popped from its socket, skidding across the floor.

“ENOUGH, ZIM!” Dib shouted, his voice echoing through the tense air.

Zim froze, his breath ragged, his entire body trembling with rage. He turned his head slightly, eyes locking onto Dib’s. His fury wavered when he noticed Miz looking at him, her wide, human-ruby eyes filled with confusion.

“Pa-pa,” she whispered.

Zim’s antennae drooped, his rage momentarily subdued. He turned his gaze back down to Tak, her barely conscious form twitching beneath him.

“She’s not dead yet,” he muttered darkly.

Without hesitation, he extended a razor-sharp Pak leg, driving it mercilessly through her stomach and Pak in one swift motion. Tak let out a final, strangled sound before going completely limp.

Zim slowly pulled his Pak leg back, watching as her body slumped lifelessly to the floor. “Now she’s dead,” he stated coldly.

Without another word, he stood, grabbed her body, and began dragging it toward the attic where her ship was stored.

Dib stared after him, holding Miz close. “Where are you going?” he asked, his voice laced with exhaustion.

“To get rid of the body,” Zim replied without looking back.

“Bring the SIR unit, Gaz,” Zim ordered as he ascended the stairs, his tone drained of emotion.

Gaz deactivated her cloaking device, revealing herself beside the sparking, twitching Mimi. Without hesitation, she grabbed the damaged robot by its metal appendages and followed Zim up to the attic where Tak’s ship was docked.

Zim approached the small vessel, yanked open the hatch, and unceremoniously tossed Tak’s lifeless body inside. A moment later, Gaz stepped up behind him and hurled the broken SIR unit in as well. It landed with a metallic clang beside its fallen master.

Without looking back, Zim moved to the control panel and rapidly typed in a set of randomized coordinates, somewhere deep in space where the ship would drift for months, maybe years. He activated the autopilot, and the small craft hummed to life. Together, they stood in silence as the ship lifted off, disappearing into the vast night sky.

Neither of them spoke as they made their way back downstairs. As soon as they stepped into the living room, Zim’s eyes landed on Dib and Miz. The instant Miz saw him, she stretched out her tiny hands toward him, her small voice calling for him.

“Pa-pa…”

Zim’s breath hitched, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “Miz,” he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. He stepped forward to take her, but Dib instinctively pulled back.

“Are you okay?” Dib asked, concern etched on his face.

Zim blinked, caught off guard by the question. He swallowed hard and gave a small nod. “Yes,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “Now… give me my smeet… please.”

Dib hesitated for only a moment before carefully handing Miz over. The moment Zim had her in his arms, his composure shattered. He let out a choked sob, burying his face against her as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered between gasping breaths, pressing frantic, desperate kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her tiny hands. “I’m so sorry. I will never, ever let something like that happen again.”

Miz cooed softly, nuzzling against him, her little fingers grasping at his shirt. Zim held her tighter, rocking her gently, as if afraid she might disappear if he let go.

As they climbed back into their ship, Zim handed Miz gently back to Dib, his fingers trembling as he transferred her into his arms. With a steady hand, he activated his data pad, setting Tak's base to self-destruct. The countdown began, and they had only moments to escape.

Zim wasted no time, moving swiftly to the cockpit and setting the ship's autopilot for home. As the ship powered up and lifted into the air, he let out a slow, shaky breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside him.

Turning away from the controls, he walked over to Dib and Miz. His heart ached as he reached out, pulling off one of his bloodied gloves. With a delicate touch, Zim ran his clean claws through Miz’s soft hair, his gaze softening as he looked down at her.

"You're never leaving my sight again," he said, his voice low but filled with an intense, unwavering promise.

Chapter Text

It had been three months since their encounter with Tak, and Zim was still on edge. He and Dib had completely overhauled their home security, upgrading the computer systems and reinforcing their defenses as much as possible. Every night, Miz now slept nestled between Dib and Zim in their bed, and during the day, whenever she napped, Zim always kept her within his line of sight.

Dib was shaken by the ordeal as well, but it was Zim who obsessed over it. No matter where Miz went, Zim was always right there beside her, watching, and unwilling to let his guard down even for a moment.

They sat at the table for breakfast, the morning light shown through the windows. Miz sat happily in her highchair, her tiny hands grasping at pieces of banana while smearing yogurt across her face. Across from her, Zim and Dib ate their cereal in silence, the only sound in the room was the occasional clink of a spoon against the bowls.

Breaking the quiet, Dib stood and placed his empty bowl in the sink. “You know, I’ve been thinking… we should go out tonight. Just you and me.”

Zim didn’t even look up from his bowl as he took another bite. “Not happening.”

Dib sighed, already expecting resistance. “Come on, Zim. We need a date night. Gaz can watch Miz. You know she’ll be perfectly safe.”

Zim finally lifted his gaze, his eyes landing on Miz. She giggled as their eyes met, her innocent joy making his chest tighten. His voice was quieter when he finally spoke. “I can’t leave her, Dib. She needs me. I won’t make the mistake of leaving her alone again.”

Dib exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “But she won’t be alone! She’ll be with Gaz, and honestly? I pity anyone who tries to mess with her.” He let out a small, humorless laugh, but Zim didn’t so much as crack a smile.

Instead, he narrowed his eyes. “Why would you even want to leave after what happened? Why are you so eager to leave her?!?”

Dib held his hands up in defense. “Whoa, hold on. I’m not eager to leave her. I just want to get out of the house for once! It’s been three months, Zim. Three months of nothing but work and sitting around here.”

Zim’s grip tightened around his spoon, his expression darkening. “I don’t think your puny human brain comprehends what happened. She’s looked death in the face twice now, Dib. And she’s not even three.”

“First off, watch it with the insults. What are we, dating?” Dib crossed his arms, giving Zim a look. “And second, you can’t waste away in this house forever. What are you going to do when she starts school? When she makes friends and wants to go play with them? Are you just going to follow her around for the rest of her life?”

Zim scoffed, rolling his eyes. “She doesn’t need school or filthy little friends. She has me. That’s all she needs.”

Dib threw his hands up in frustration. “That’s not all she needs, Zim! She needs a social life! Keeping her locked away in this house forever isn’t just overprotective it’s unhealthy!” He stopped, taking a deep breath before lowering his voice. “I love you. And I love her. And I know you’re traumatized—”

“I am not traumatized.” Zim snapped.

“Yes, you are, Zim! And so am I! But even I know we can’t just stop living. Miz wouldn’t want that.”

Dib glanced over at Miz, who had stopped eating and was staring at them both with wide, confused eyes. His frustration faded slightly as guilt settled in. “We really shouldn’t be arguing in front of her like this,” he added quietly.

Zim followed his gaze, his tense expression softening as he looked at their daughter. For a long moment, he sat in silence, rubbing a hand over his face before letting it drop to cover his eyes.

“I can’t risk almost losing her again,” he whispered.

Dib sighed, his expression softening as he sat beside Zim. Gently, he reached out and pulled Zim’s hand away from his face, lacing their fingers together. Zim didn’t pull away.

“I don’t blame you for how you handled Tak,” Dib said softly. “She knew about Miz, and if she had made it back to the Empire....if she had told the Tallest about her. Miz could have been in real danger. But Tak is dead, Zim. And aside from the unpredictability of life itself… Miz isn’t in danger anymore.”

Zim stared at him, his expression unreadable. Then, in a quiet voice, he asked, “Can you promise me that?”

Dib hesitated, his heart aching at the fear behind Zim’s words. He squeezed his hand gently. “I can’t promise that nothing bad will ever happen to Miz,” he admitted. “But I can promise that the next best bodyguard besides you and me is Gaz. And that maybe… we can take this one day at a time.”

He gave Zim a small, hopeful smile. “And tonight, I’d really like to take you out.” Dib said.

Zim held Dib’s gaze for a moment before exhaling deeply. “Okay… we can go out tonight. Just for a few hours.”

A relieved smile spread across Dib’s face as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Zim’s lips. “Thank you,” he murmured. “You won’t regret it. We’ll go out to dinner. Any restaurant you want.”

Zim smirked, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm… I suppose somewhere with a good salad and a decent dessert would be nice.” His smirk widened. “Not like I eat meat anymore, so I won’t be ordering a steak.”

Dib chuckled. “Yeah, that was a weird craving. You really don’t miss meat at all?”

Zim wrinkled his face in disgust and stuck out his tongue. “Ugh, just the thought of eating it again—” He shivered.

Dib smirked. “Well, in that case, we’ll go to the nicest restaurant with the best salad and dessert in town.”

Zim hesitated for a moment before allowing a small, genuine smile to form. “I think… I’d like that.”

Zim sat on the couch, blowing playful raspberries on Miz’s tiny stomach, making her squeal with laughter. He was dressed in his finest. If he was doing this, he might as well go all out. Tonight, Dib was taking him to Le Celeste Brilliante, one of the most prestigious restaurants in town. They had never been there before, but he had heard plenty about their legendary desserts.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He stood, adjusting Miz on his hip, but hesitated before moving.

“Computer, who’s at the door?” he asked.

“Gaz Membrane,” the Computer responded in its usual monotone.

Zim opened the door and sure enough, there stood Gaz.

“Hey, Miz,” she greeted casually.

“Gaz!” Miz shrieked excitedly, immediately reaching out for her.

Gaz took her without hesitation and walked past Zim, plopping down on the couch. She glanced at him, eyebrow raised. “So, you’re finally leaving the house, huh?”

Zim crossed his arms, his expression defensive. “We are… testing the waters,” he said.

Before Gaz could say anything, Dib walked in, dressed in his best suit.

“You look… overdressed,” Gaz remarked with a smirk.

Dib rolled his eyes. “Not for this place, Gaz. There’s a dress code and everything.” He turned to Zim. “You ready to go?”

Zim hesitated, his gaze drifting to Miz, who was now happily sitting in Gaz’s arms, playing with a strand of her hair.

“You two get out of here. I got this under control,” Gaz assured him.

Zim’s eyes narrowed. “You will guard her with your life?”

Gaz sighed but nodded. “I promise, Zim. Nothing is going to happen to her.”

Zim exhaled, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “Alright… I’m ready.”

Both he and Dib leaned down, pressing a kiss to Miz’s forehead before heading for the door. But just as they stepped outside, Miz’s happy babbling turned into sudden, panicked cries.

“Papa!!” she wailed, reaching out desperately for Zim.

Zim froze instantly, his body reacting on instinct. “This was a mistake!” He turned back toward her, ready to rush to her side, but before he could take a single step, Dib grabbed his arm, pulling him through the door and shutting it behind them.

“What are you doing?!” Zim shouted, trying to wrench free. “She needs me!”

“No, she doesn’t,” Dib countered firmly. “She’s with you all day, every day. That’s why she’s upset. She’ll be fine, I promise.”

Zim opened his mouth to argue, but the words caught in his throat when Dib placed his hands on his shoulders, his voice softening.

“Zim… please. Do this for me. We need this.”

Zim swallowed hard, his mind still screaming at him to go back inside. But as he looked into Dib’s pleading eyes, he forced himself to take a shaky breath.

"Alright, but I swear, if anything happens to my smeet—" He said walking past him.

"I know, I know, you'll throw me in a black hole." Dib smirked.

Dib quickly walked past Zim, pulling open the passenger-side door for him. With a huff, Zim slid into the seat, arms crossed. Dib shut the door before making his way around to the driver’s side, slipping in behind the wheel.

With a turn of the key, the engine rumbled to life, and he eased the car onto the street. The radio crackled on, filling the silence with a low sound of music. Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Zim stared out the window, his expression unreadable, while Dib’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, sensing the thick tension in the air.

Finally, unable to take the silence any longer, he cleared his throat and spoke.

“So… what’re you thinking about?” As if he had to ask. 

Zim didn’t respond right away. His fingers drummed idly against his leg as he kept his gaze fixed on the passing streets. Finally, he sighed, his voice quiet but tense.

“Miz,” he admitted. “Wondering if she’s okay… if she’s crying… if she thinks we abandoned her.”

Dib tightened his grip on the steering wheel but kept his tone calm. “Zim, Gaz has her. You know she’s safe.”

“I know that,” Zim muttered, shifting in his seat. “But it doesn’t stop me from feeling like I should be there.” He hesitated, then turned to face Dib. “What if she needs me and I’m not there?”

Dib glanced at him, offering a reassuring smile. “Then Gaz will take care of her. And if she really needs us, she’ll call. But, Zim… Miz will be okay.”

Zim let out a slow breath and looked back out the window. He was silent for another moment before mumbling, “I still don’t like it.”

Dib chuckled. “Yeah, I kinda figured.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of Zim’s lips, but he quickly masked it, turning his attention back to the city lights. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but a part of him, just a small part, was starting to believe that maybe, Dib was right.

As they pulled up to the restaurant, Dib’s eyes sparkled with excitement. Le Celeste Brilliante was even more stunning in person. The entire building was crafted from sleek black marble, its polished surface gleaming under the city lights like a dark jewel. Tall, arched windows framed in gold trim lined the façade, offering glimpses of the interior. Above the grand entrance, the restaurant’s name was elegantly scripted in shimmering gold lettering, glowing softly against the night sky.

Dib and Zim started toward the entrance when, suddenly, Zim’s PAK emitted a rapid, high-pitched beeping.

Zim gasped, yanking a data pad from his PAK. “Miz’s heart rate has spiked!” he announced, his voice laced with urgency. With a tap of his clawed fingers, the screen flickered to life, pulling up a live feed of their living room.

The image revealed Gaz effortlessly tossing Miz into the air and catching her. Miz shrieked with laughter, clapping her tiny hands in delight.

Dib glanced at the screen and sighed. “See? She’s fine.” Then he frowned. “Wait… how do you even know her heart rate?”

Zim turned to him, his expression smug. “I attached a perfectly simple device to her back to monitor all her vitals while she is away from her crib,” he declared proudly.

Dib gave him a long, skeptical look. “Not, like… in her, right?”

Zim rolled his eyes with a groan. “No, Dib-thing! It is merely stuck to her back, completely non-invasive!“

Dib smirked. “Okay, good. Now can we please start our date?” He gestured toward the grand double doors, holding them open.

Zim huffed, stuffing the data pad back into his PAK. “I suppose.” But just as Dib reached for his hand, Zim’s eyes flicked back to the screen, his antennae shooting up in alarm knocking his wig a bit. “Wait, WAIT! Why is your horrible sister throwing my offspring like a sack of Irken rations?! She could DROP HER!”

Zim flailed his arms wildly, his voice rising in panic.

Dib groaned, rubbing his face. “Zim. Please. For the hundredth time. Miz is fine. Gaz isn’t going to drop her, and nothing is going to happen.” He took a deep breath, then clasped his hands together in desperation. “Now can we please, PLEASE just walk through the damn doors?”

Zim growled, crossing his arms. “FINE! But if Miz gets hurt, I am holding YOU personally responsible, Dib-worm!” He jabbed a clawed finger at Dib’s chest.

Dib rolled his eyes, already pushing Zim forward. “Fine. Hold me responsible. Let’s go.” He said, his tone tinged with mild irritation.

With a final huff, Zim allowed himself to be led inside. Though not without casting one last, suspicious glance at the data pad before the restaurant doors closed behind them.

Back at Dib and Zim’s house, Gaz sat comfortably on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, while Miz bounced excitedly in her lap. The toddler giggled, her tiny hands reaching for Gaz’s fingers as she wiggled.

Gaz smirked. “Alright, you ready, kiddo?”

Miz squealed in response. Without hesitation, Gaz lifted her up and tossed her into the air, catching her before she could even process the sensation. Miz let out a shriek of pure joy, kicking her feet wildly.

“Again! Again!” she babbled, squirming in her arms.

Gaz chuckled. “Alright, but if you throw up on me, I’m calling your dads.”

With that, she tossed Miz again, just high enough to make her giggle uncontrollably before catching her with ease. Miz erupted into laughter, her tiny fists clenching as she flailed happily.

From her spot on the couch, Gaz’s game console sat idle beside her, the screen dimmed from inactivity. She had planned to spend the night gaming, but Miz had made it very clear that playing "Toss the Baby" was much more fun. Not that Gaz minded. Miz was one of the few people on Earth she actually liked.

After a few more rounds of tossing and catching, Gaz finally leaned back, holding Miz against her chest as the toddler caught her breath between giggles. “Alright, kiddo, time to chill,” she said, rubbing Miz’s back.

Miz pouted, but her eyelids were already getting heavy. “More?” she mumbled sleepily.

Gaz smirked. “Later, maybe. But for now, let’s get you settled. Your dads will be back later, Zim will probably be all tense and weird like usual.”

She grabbed the remote, flipping through channels while Miz nestled comfortably against her, her tiny hands clutching Gaz’s hoodie. Within minutes, Miz was sound asleep, her soft breathing barely audible.

Gaz glanced down at her and smirked. “Yeah, I’m definitely the best babysitter.”

At the restaurant, Zim and Dib were led to their table by a sharply dressed hostess, the dim, ambient lighting casting a warm glow over the elegantly decorated space. As they settled into their seats, Zim’s eyes flickered around the restaurant, scanning every inch with a mixture of curiosity and some skepticism.

“Hmph. I suppose… as far as filthy Earth establishments go, this one is acceptable,” Zim finally admitted, his tone laced with some small approval. His gloved fingers traced the edge of the pristine tablecloth testing its quality.

Dib chuckled, resting his chin in his hand as he gazed at Zim with amusement. “Only the best for you, my love.”

Zim immediately recoiled, making a gagging noise as he shot Dib a look of pure disgust. “Ugh! Must you be so vilely romantic? You humans and your sappy affections! Disgusting.” There was no real heat behind his words.

Dib smirked. “Just admit it. You’re enjoying this. It’s kinda nice, isn’t it? Just the two of us, no distractions.”

Zim hummed thoughtfully, arms crossed as if deep in consideration. Finally, he let out a small, dramatic sigh. “Fiiine. It’s not entirely terrible… I suppose.” He glanced at Dib, a tiny but genuine smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Just as Zim was about to make another remark, a poised waitress approached their table, her uniform crisp and her expression happy.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” she greeted with a polite smile, holding a sleek notepad. “Welcome to Le Céleste Brillant. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

Dib glanced at Zim, smirking. “Want to try some wine? Or are you still convinced all Earth beverages are ‘swill unworthy of your superior palate?’”

Zim scoffed, sitting up straighter. “Hmph! I suppose I could sample one of your primitive drinks. Purely for research purposes, of course!” He turned to the waitress, lifting his chin. “You! Bring me your finest non-toxic Earth beverage. Something fancy.”

The waitress blinked but didn’t miss a beat. “Would you like a recommendation, sir?”

Zim waved a hand. “Obviously! Do I look like someone who studies human beverages for fun?”

Dib chuckled. “You’re stuck up enough.”

Zim shot him a glare. The waitress, suppressing a small smile, nodded. “We have an excellent sparkling elderflower drink. It's light, floral, and refreshing. Would you like to try that?”

Zim narrowed his eyes, tapping his chin. “Hmmm… yes! Bring me this ‘elderflower concoction!’ But if it displeases me, I will be sending it back with many complaints!”

The waitress simply nodded. “Of course, sir. And for you?” she asked, turning to Dib.

“I’ll have a glass of red wine. Something dry,” Dib said, giving her an easy smile.

She jotted down the orders. “And have you both decided on your meals, or would you like a few minutes?”

Zim immediately snatched up the menu from the table, scanning it with intense focus. “Hmmm… I require a salad. Something extravagant, something worthy of my superior being!” His eyes darted across the menu before he jabbed a clawed finger at an item. “Yes! This ‘Celestial Garden Salad.”

The waitress nodded, scribbling it down. “Excellent choice. It’s made with fresh greens, edible flowers, and a house-made vinaigrette.”

Zim huffed. “It better be excellent.”

Dib shook his head with a chuckle. “And I’ll take the filet mignon, medium-rare.”

The waitress smiled politely. “Very good. I’ll have your drinks out shortly.” She gathered the menus and disappeared toward the kitchen.

As they waited for their drinks, Zim drummed his fingers against the table impatiently, his gaze flickering around the restaurant, scrutinizing the décor, the patrons, and even the chandeliers above them. “Hmph,” he huffed. “These humans and their obsession with dim lighting and pretentious décor. Does this truly make the food taste better? Or are you all just easily manipulated by ambiance?”

Dib smirked, swirling the glass of water in his hand. “It’s about the experience, Zim. People like to feel fancy when they eat. You wouldn’t want to pay a ridiculous amount for dinner just to eat it under fluorescent office lights, would you?”

Zim scoffed, crossing his arms. “Feh! I don’t care about lights or fancy nonsense! If the food is edible and doesn’t contain poisonous human contaminants, then what does it matter? Though…” He tapped his chin, eyes narrowing at a nearby table. “I do appreciate how dramatic this place is.”

Dib chuckled. “Yeah, that tracks.”

Their drinks arrived just then, the waitress setting down Dib’s wine and Zim’s sparkling elderflower drink. Zim lifted his glass with a skeptical expression, swirling the bubbly golden liquid analyzing it. “This better not taste like swamp sludge.” He took a sip, paused, and then took another, slower this time.

Dib raised an eyebrow. “So? What’s the verdict?”

Zim smacked his lips, setting the glass down. “It is… acceptable.”

Dib grinned. “You like it.”

“I tolerate it,” Zim corrected, taking another sip.

Dib rolled his eyes, amused. “So, have you thought about what we talked about earlier?”

Zim blinked. “Which ridiculous human topic are you referring to now?”

Dib gave him a knowing look. “You know. About maybe leaving the house more? Easing up a little on the whole ‘never letting Miz out of your sight’ thing?”

Immediately, Zim scowled, gripping his glass a little tighter. “Hmph! You think just because I’m enjoying this one tiny outing that I’m suddenly willing to leave Miz in the clutches of your terrifying sibling on a regular basis?” He shook his head. “No, no, no, Dib-thing! Do not mistake my grace for surrender!”

Dib sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I’m not asking you to ‘surrender,’ Zim. I’m just saying. Miz is fine. And she’ll keep being fine. We can’t keep locking ourselves away forever.”

Zim hesitated, his fingers tapping against his glass again. “…I know that.” His voice was quieter this time, less defensive, but still reluctant. “But I also know how easily things go wrong. How fragile everything is. And I refuse, refuse to let my guard down just because you want to ‘have a life’ or whatever nonsense you keep spewing.”

Dib studied him for a moment, then spoke carefully. “I get it, Zim. I do. But we’re not just surviving. We have to live, too.”

Zim opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, the waitress returned, gracefully setting down their meals in front of them.

“Here we are. One Celestial Garden Salad and one filet mignon, medium-rare.” She stepped back. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

Zim’s previous train of thought completely vanished as he inspected his salad. His eyes lit up slightly at the artfully arranged greens, edible flowers, and delicate dressing drizzled across the plate. He picked up his fork, his antennae twitching under his wig.

“…I suppose this does look adequate.”

Dib shook his head, amused. “I think that’s the closest thing to a compliment I’m gonna get tonight. No we're good thank you.” The waitress walked away.

Zim smirked. “Enjoy it while it lasts, Dib-thing. I have high standards.”

Dib smirked. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s eat.”

Zim delicately speared a piece of lettuce with his fork, eyeing it critically before finally taking a bite. He chewed thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. Dib watched, waiting for some kind of exaggerated reaction, but instead, Zim just hummed.

“Well?” Dib prompted, cutting into his steak.

Zim took another bite, then another, before finally giving a sigh. “Fine. This salad is… satisfactory.”

Dib smirked. “That’s it? Just ‘satisfactory?’”

Zim leaned back in his chair, tapping his chin. “Hmmm… yes, it is well-balanced, I’ll grant it that. The vinaigrette is tangy, the greens are crisp, and these little flower things—” He poked at an edible petal. “add a delicate touch to the presentation. But! It is still a salad, Dib-thing. Hardly a masterpiece.”

Dib chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, at least it wasn’t ‘disgusting human filth.’”

Zim rolled his eyes. “Please, I am far too refined to use such crude language while dining at a place of such… fanciness.” He gestured vaguely at their surroundings.

Dib took a bite of his steak, savoring it before swallowing. “You know, it’s kinda nice seeing you like this.”

Zim squinted one eye. “ Eh? Like what?”

“Relaxed.”

Zim scoffed, pointing his fork at Dib. “I am not relaxed! I am simply… tolerating this outing with minimal distress!”

Dib smirked. “Uh-huh. Whatever you say.”

They ate in comfortable silence for a moment, the soft noise of restaurant chatter filling the air around them. Occasionally, Zim would side-eye Dib’s steak with mild horror but said nothing. Dib, in turn, tried not to laugh every time Zim took a sip of his elderflower drink like he was judging its worthiness with each taste.

Eventually, Zim spoke again, quieter this time. “Miz really was happy with Gaz, wasn’t she?”

Dib nodded. “Yeah. She was.”

Zim twirled his fork between his fingers. “I still don’t like it. But… maybe this wasn’t entirely a terrible idea.”

Dib grinned. “I’ll take that as a win.”

Zim rolled his eyes but allowed the tiniest smirk to slip through. “You would.”

As the last of their food was eaten, the waitress returned, her smile soft. "Would you two be interested in dessert this evening? We have our signature chocolate soufflé or perhaps our lavender-infused crème brûlée?" she asked, glancing between Zim and Dib.

Dib turned to Zim. "What do you think, Zim? Feeling adventurous enough for a little fancy dessert?"

Zim’s looked up at the dessert menu with a scowl. "Lavender-infused anything sounds like something humans would force-feed their squishy, weak-minded pets," he muttered, his eyes narrowing. "And chocolate soufflé? Why not just call it sugar-laden slop and be done with it?"

Dib chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "You’re impossible. Alright, then, what would you get?"

Zim huffed, tapping his fingers against the table, debating. “What I would prefer is something with more substance, Dib-mate. Something that doesn’t feel like a single bite could collapse under the weight of its own pretentiousness.”

Dib smirked, playfully rolling his eyes. 

Zim crossed his arms and sat up straighter. “I demand the most grandiose dessert, Dib. If I am to be subjected to this human nonsense, I will at least make sure my taste buds experience something worthy of my refined palate!”

Dib laughed outright. "Fine, fine, I'll go along with whatever you pick, oh wise and refined Zim," he teased, leaning forward. "Just don’t make us eat swamp sludge or something."

Zim raised a brow at him, his posture slightly more relaxed now that he could poke fun at the whole situation. “Oh, please, I would never waste such quality ingredients. Now, bring me… something exceptional!”

The waitress, who had been patiently standing by, finally broke into a small laugh at the exchange. “Well, if I may, our chocolate cake is quite popular with guests who enjoy simple dishes. Or, if you’re looking for something with a little more flair, our raspberry mille-feuille is a refreshing twist on the classic.”

Zim’s eyes flickered to the menu, his expression hardening slightly in fake deliberation. "Hmm, raspberry mille-feuille, you say?” He narrowed his eyes, thinking for a moment. "That does sound like something an human of my caliber might enjoy. Very... complex."

Dib raised an eyebrow, amused. “You’re such a drama queen, Zim. But fine.” He grinned. "One raspberry mille-feuille and a piece chocolate cake for me."

Zim nodded. "Indeed. I’ll take that, and you can enjoy your overpriced chocolate disaster. Try not to choke on the rich, insufferable decadence."

The waitress smiled, scribbling down their orders. "Coming right up."

Once she was gone, Dib leaned in a little, his eyes full of affection as he watched Zim settle back into his seat. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. You know… this is kind of nice, right?”

Zim paused, his gaze flicking around the restaurant for a moment before he finally sighed. You’re lucky this place is… somewhat acceptable, Dib-thing. I’m still not sure why humans enjoy sitting in uncomfortable chairs and pretending to be high-class. But, I suppose, for tonight… it’s tolerable.”

Dib grinned. “I’ll take that as the highest of compliments.”

Zim rolled his eyes, though the small, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. “Whatever. Just don’t expect me to start dressing like this all the time.”

Dib chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “We’ll see about that. For tonight, though, I’m just happy to be here with you.”

Zim couldn’t help the slight flutter in his chest, even if he’d never admit it aloud. He shifted in his seat, his eyes narrowing in mock disdain. “Yeah, yeah, let’s not get too sentimental about it, Dib.”

But there was a softness in his tone as he turned his attention back to the center of the room, the buzz of conversation and clinking of glassware becoming background noise to their own little corner of the restaurant. 

The waitress returned, gracefully setting their desserts in front of them. Zim eyed his raspberry mille-feuille with deep suspicion, his antennae twitching under his wig as he leaned in to give it a cautious poke with his fork. After a brief moment of deliberation, he took a small, hesitant bite.

Then, something magical happened.

His eyes widened in sheer delight, his expression shifting from skepticism to wonder in mere seconds. Without a word, he quickly took another bite, then another, savoring every layer of delicate pastry and tart raspberry.

Dib chuckled, amused as he took a bite of his chocolate cake. “I haven't seen your eyes light up like that over a dessert since our wedding cake.”

Zim barely paused in his eating, but he did glance up briefly. “Our wedding cake was a culinary masterpiece, Dib-thing. A glorious creation beyond compare! But…” He took another eager bite. “...this is a close second.”

Dib hummed in agreement, enjoying his own dessert as he leaned back in his chair. “Hard to believe it’s been almost five years since then. Feels like just yesterday we were getting married.” His gaze softened as he stirred his fork through the molten center of his cake. “And don’t even get me started on Miz. She’s gonna be three before we know it.”

Zim let out a groan. “Ugh! Do not remind me, Dib-mate. She used to be so tiny, so manageable! Now she’s running around, getting into everything, climbing onto furniture she has no business climbing and defying me at every turn!”

Dib smirked over his spoon. “Yeah, I wonder where she gets that from.”

Zim gasped, clutching his chest. “I KNOW you are not implying that she inherited such insolence from me, Dib-mate!”

Dib simply raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening.

Zim huffed, crossing his arms. “She clearly gets it from your defective human genes! Or because she's a female... and I am nothing if not a shining example of obedience and order!”

Dib burst out laughing, shaking his head. “Oh yeah, sure, Zim. You’re the pinnacle of rule-following, and as I've told you in the past that's all babies not just females.”

Zim scoffed, taking another bite of his dessert, but there was no real heat behind his words. If anything, there was a quiet fondness beneath all his dramatics.

Dib watched him for a moment, smiling softly. This, this was what he had wanted. A night where they could just be, where Zim could let his guard down even a little. And for once, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be.

Back at the house they stepped through the front door, both still carrying the warmth of the evening, actually smiling. Genuinely smiling for the first time in months. The night had gone better than either of them had expected.

But the moment they were inside, Zim’s eyes immediately locked onto Gaz, who was lounging on the couch, phone in hand. One thing was noticeably missing.

“Where is Miz?” Zim demanded, his voice sharp with urgency.

Gaz didn’t even glance up. “She’s asleep,” she said casually. “And—”

Before she could finish, Zim was already marching past her, heading straight for the stairs.

Gaz sighed, watching him disappear. “And she was great… you’re welcome!” she called after him in a hushed tone.

Dib rolled his eyes but chuckled. “Thanks, Gaz. Even if he won’t say it, we both really appreciate it.”

Gaz stood, stretching her arms over her head before casually making her way toward the door. “Yeah, yeah. No problem. Just don’t expect this to become a regular thing.” She smirked as she stepped outside, throwing a glance over her shoulder. “Even though she is the only person I actually like.”

Dib chuckled, shaking his head as he followed her to the door. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.”

He watched her disappear into the night before quietly shutting the door behind her.

Dib quietly stepped into Miz’s room, finding Zim standing at the crib, his back to him, completely still. The dim nightlight cast a soft glow over the room, highlighting the way Zim’s gaze remained fixed on their sleeping daughter.

Dib approached him slowly, slipping an arm around his waist. “I love her so much,” Zim whispered, his voice barely audible. His eyes never left Miz.

Dib squeezed him gently. “I know you do. And she loves you too.”

For a moment, they stood there in silence, just watching Miz breathe, her tiny form rising and falling with each soft exhale. Then, after a pause, Dib leaned in closer and whispered, “She’s perfectly content in her bed. We should leave her in here tonight.”

Zim’s head snapped up so fast, Dib half-expected his antennae to smack him in the face.

“Absolutely not,” Zim hissed, his whisper somehow both quiet and full of outrage.

Dib sighed. “Please, Zim. Just look at her. She’s safe, sound asleep. And... I kind of wanted to end tonight on a good note.” His voice dropped lower, more coaxing. “Like, by making you feel good.”

Zim turned his head slightly, giving Dib a sharp look, his cheeks darkening just a bit. “You want me to leave my defenseless smeet in this room alone… for sex?”

Dib sighed, already expecting the resistance. “She’s not defenseless, Zim. We have cameras in here, and you literally track her vitals like some overprotective scientist running an experiment. She’s fine. I promise.”

Zim glanced back down at Miz, his fingers twitching slightly at his sides. He hesitated, antennae flicking in contemplation.

Dib, sensing his uncertainty, smoothed his hands down Zim’s sides, gently massaging the tension out of his hips. “It’s been months, Zim. Even before the incident, we barely had time for each other after Miz was born. Let me do this for you.”

Zim inhaled sharply, his shoulders rising with the breath before he finally huffed, crossing his arms. “Fine. But if she so much as stirs, I am rescuing her from this isolation chamber at once.”

Dib grinned, pressing a kiss to Zim’s temple. “Deal.”

Zim lifted his chin, still attempting to look dignified despite the flush creeping up his face. “Then I suppose you may proceed with lavishing me in affection.”

Dib smirked, leading him toward the door. “Oh, don’t worry. I intend to.”

As they entered their bedroom, Dib gently guided Zim onto the bed, slightly pushing him backwards. The Irkens eyes flashed with a momentary spark of resistance, but it was quickly extinguished as Dib leaned in, his lips brushing against Zim's in a slow, tantalizing dance. The kiss deepened, and Zim, unable to resist the temptation, thrust his tongue into Dib's mouth, the two of them entwining in a passionate, sloppy kiss.

For several minutes, they lost themselves in the fervor of their makeout session, Dib's hands roaming over Zim's body, his fingers tracing the contours of the Irken's face, his neck, and his shoulders. As they kissed, Dib carefully maneuvered Zim onto his back, the Irken's legs dangling off the side of the bed. With a soft touch, Dib removed Zim's boots, followed by his pants and underwear, the Irken's green skin glowing in the soft light of the bedroom.

As Dib positioned Zim's legs over his shoulders, the Irken's eyes narrowed, his gaze flashing with a mixture of anticipation and arousal. "Ah, I see you're using your disgusting mouth on Zim," Zim said, his voice laced with a hint of teasing, though his breathing betrayed his growing excitement.

Dib chuckled, the sound low and husky, as he replied, "The last few times, once I got started, you didn't seem to mind my disgusting mouth." He said with amusement, and he leaned in, his lips inches from Zim's slit. Zim's face relaxed into a sly smile, and he laid back.

With a smirk, Dib licked his lips, the gesture almost feral, and then he lowered his mouth to Zim's slit, his tongue darting out to tease the sensitive flesh. Zim's eyes snapped shut, his face contorting in a mixture of pleasure and ecstasy, as he groaned, "Mmm, yes...human, you're...actually quite skilled. Continue." His voice was low and husky, his Irken pride momentarily forgotten in the face of his desire. Despite his usual demeanor, Zim's body betrayed him, his hips arching upwards, his hands grasping at Dib's hair, as he pulled him closer, deeper into the intimate act. "More, human...more," Zim whispered, his voice barely audible, as he lost himself in the sensation.

As Dib continued twirl his tongue inside his opening, the Irken's body began to tremble with pleasure. His eyes remained closed, his face twisted in a mixture of ecstasy and concentration. His hands, still grasping at Dib's hair, pulled him closer, deeper, as if trying to merge their bodies into one.

Dib, sensing Zim's growing arousal, increased the intensity of his movements, his tongue darting in and out of Zim's slit with a rhythmic precision. The Irken's breathing grew shallower, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession, as he struggled to contain the building pressure.

Suddenly, Zim's eyes snapped open. "Dib....I'm close," he growled, his voice low, as he arched his hips upwards, his body straining towards Dib's.

Dib, sensing the impending climax, doubled his efforts, his tongue and lips working in tandem to push Zim over the edge. The Irken's body stiffened, his muscles tensing as he reached the pinnacle of pleasure. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips, as he came, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Zim's body relaxed, his muscles releasing their tension as he collapsed back onto the bed. His eyes, now locked on Dib, shone with a mixture of satisfaction and admiration. "Well done, human," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You have...surpassed my expectations."

Dib, smiling in triumph, leaned back, his chest heaving with exertion. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice laced with a hint of pride.

Zim huffed, crossing his arms, but despite himself, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Do not let this go to your already massive head, Dib-mate,” he warned, narrowing his eyes.

Dib smirked, rolling his eyes as he flopped down beside him. “Oh, I would never,” he said, voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

Zim turned to him, his expression softening just slightly before he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Dib’s lips. “Thank you,” he whispered, barely audible.

Dib’s smirk widened as he pulled Zim closer. “Anything for you, my love,” he teased, his voice dramatically affectionate.

Zim immediately recoiled with a disgusted groan. “Ugh!” He grabbed the nearest pillow and smacked Dib across the face with it.

Dib burst into laughter, holding up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright! No gross romance talk. I get it!”

Zim hummed, satisfied, before tossing the pillow aside. “Good. Now shut up and continue lavishing me with attention. Properly.”

Dib chuckled, rolling onto his side to face Zim, his hand sliding up to rest on his waist. “Oh, so now you want my attention?” he teased.

Zim scoffed, tilting his head up in mock superiority. “Of course! I deserve attention, Dib-thing. But only the proper kind. Not your disgusting, sappy, nauseating human sweet talk.”

Dib grinned, pressing a lingering kiss to Zim’s jaw just to be annoying. “Mmm, whatever you say.”

Zim grumbled but didn’t pull away, his antennae twitching slightly. He let out a sigh and rested his forehead against Dib’s.

“…It was a good night,” Zim admitted quietly after a moment.

Dib smiled. “Yeah, it really was.”

And for the first time in a three months, things finally felt alright