“As long as it’s not ‘neurotoxin’, I think I’ll be okay. I can’t wait to hear his voice, though. I’m sure it’ll be adorable, just like the rest of him.”
She nodded, closing her eyes a bit.
He instinctively placed an arm around her, holding Stephen with the other. “You’re tired. You’ve had a long day. You should sleep.” He nodded.
“Right. I knew that. Aaaand that was just a test! For you! And you passed, of course.” He looked at her again. “So what do you think his first word’ll be?”
“It might be ‘mama’ or ‘dada’,” she said, leaning against the pillows a bit.
“As long as it’s not ‘neurotoxin’, I think I’ll be okay. I can’t wait to hear his voice, though. I’m sure it’ll be adorable, just like the rest of him.”
“I like the sound of that too.” He took little Stephen in his arms again. “What about you, Stephen? C-can you say ‘Daddy’?”
Stephen blinked at him. “Wheatley… it’ll take some time before he can talk.”
“Right. I knew that. Aaaand that was just a test! For you! And you passed, of course.” He looked at her again. “So what do you think his first word’ll be?”
“W-we still haven’t decided. What should his last name be?”
“How about Johnson?”
“Stephen Johnson.” He smiled. “I like the sound of that. So I guess that makes you Mrs. Chell Johnson, then.” He kissed her cheek.
“And you Wheatley Johnson,” she said, kissing his cheek.
“I like the sound of that too.” He took little Stephen in his arms again. “What about you, Stephen? C-can you say ‘Daddy’?”
“W-we still haven’t decided. What should his last name be?”
“How about Johnson?”
“Stephen Johnson.” He smiled. “I like the sound of that. So I guess that makes you Mrs. Chell Johnson, then.” He kissed her cheek.
Stephen’s hand curled around Wheatley’s finger, and his other hand took one of Chell’s. “Well, here we are. A f-family.”
She nodded, “Yes. A family.”
He hugged Chell.
She kissed his cheek.
“W-we still haven’t decided. What should his last name be?”
Stephen’s hand curled around Wheatley’s finger, and his other hand took one of Chell’s. “Well, here we are. A f-family.”
She nodded, “Yes. A family.”
He hugged Chell.
He smiled at Stephen, putting his index finger into his tiny hand.
“Mommy loves you, Stephen.”
“So does Daddy.”
She kissed his nose softly.
Stephen’s hand curled around Wheatley’s finger, and his other hand took one of Chell’s. “Well, here we are. A f-family.”
He smiled at Stephen, putting his index finger into his tiny hand.
“Mommy loves you, Stephen.”
“So does Daddy.”
“S-so he’s eventually going to… you know?” Wheatley’s smile vanished, only to be replaced with an expression of sorrow.
“….He might, but then again, he might just be uncomfortable right now.”
“I hope it’s just that…” He hugged Chell lightly, the smile returning to his face. “So, what should we use for his last name?”
“Hmm…” She rocked Stephen a bit, calming him down.
He smiled at Stephen, putting his index finger into his tiny hand.
