Yup, the baby is yours

“How far along?” You ask, shuffling closer to her and taking her hand gently. You looked into her cute blue eyes as they widened to the size of sand dollars.

“Eh?” She looked down at her hand and glanced back at you. She quickly repeated this a couple of times while you were just confused why she was reacting that way. “Eh?”

“What’s happening?” You tentatively ask her. “Why are you looking so confused?”

“Aren’t you gonna ask if they’re yours?!” She exclaimed with a hint of fear underneath. You just gave her a ‘come on’ look. If a Prime Worlder knocked up a character that they didn’t own and as long as it was all above board, the owner would typically do their best to get the character to Prime Worlder who did the impregnation. One not-uncommon situation was a Prime Worlder fucking a character at a brothel, sex arcade, Goth IHOP, or RWBY Thursdays and knocking her up and the establishment looking into the customers and locating the father of the baby. They would then get charged with the partial cost to replace the character and given them (since it would be the responsibility of the establishment to keep their characters up to date with their contraceptives). If no father is found, the character gets registered with the Department of Women & Children to get support and enough money to survive off until the child becomes an adult.

There was the rarer situation of a Prime Worlder getting knocked up by a character and then having to hunt for the father. That situation tended to get relatively easily resolved since with a DNA test, it can be found what character the father was and then it was a hunt for which particular instance they had fucked previously.

“Since you’re here, I know it's mine, ReinCorp would have sent you to someone else if you weren’t carrying my baby,” you reminded her. Considering how many times a character would be brought in to work only to be found pregnant and the father located, you would think Clover would know, as hooked into the gossip mill as she was. You look up in thought, “though I suppose if the father rejected you but who the hell would turn away a hottie like you.”

“You’re right,” Clover smiles brilliantly. “The baby is yours with your family’s doctors and Bashir confirming it. They were like very serial about it and did so many checks and interviews. Your mom is kinda scary.”

You chuckled bashfully. “Yeah, she did the same to Aelita when I first took her home, she was just worried. She probably wanted to get your measure and get as many deets as she could for the scrapbook.”

As Clover whispered ‘scrapbook’, you suddenly had a thought,”Wait, did you not go to the wedding because of the baby? I know I invited you and some of the others and the bosses approved you but I only saw Pinkie. Actually, did you know about the baby at that point?” Clover actually let out an exhausted sigh at that.

“No…I was gonna show up fashionably late but then I got sent to the wrong address, to the wrong James Gardner,” Clover scowled.

“Yeah I think you’re in the wrong place,” an average faced guy in overalls and green shirt. He looked away from the bound and gagged Momo Yaoyorozu he had hanging from his living room ceiling, her breasts hanging and dripping from the last drops of milk he had squeezed out of her.

“Yeah, kinda figured when I couldn’t hear the church bells,” Clover said as the guy got up and moved the bucket over so that it was underneath a panting Stella from Winx Club who was wearing a tiny, cow printed slingshot bikini. Unphased by Clover’s remark, this James Gardner brushed the thin pieces of cloth away from her delicious nipples and started milking her.

“You wanna stay here?” A Ty Lee asked as she handed Clover a glass of lemonade and pomegranate juice. Clover nodded in thanks before sipping the glass.

“No, I like kinda need to see the groom about something,” Clover said after finishing the glass.

“I’ll call the ReinCorp people…” the other James Gardner said as he continued milking the fairy of the sun and moon. “Go see your baby daddy.”

“How did you…!?” He just raised his hand to a weird glass statue on a shelf close to Clover, one that was glowing pink.

“Francis picked me up and then took me to your actual address instead of your parents. And we just found the ruins,” Clover continued with a pinched expression. “By the time I got there, there was that attack and decided it would be best to just go back to the dorms.”

“Maybe,” you say recalling the Mass Effect husks that attacked, it was lucky that no one got permanently hurt (by the standards of Prime World). The two of you continued to converse for a bit before deciding to continue on with the day.

But not before Clover wanted to take care of something important. “You’re gonna have to tell your wives.” You only smile, knowing their likely reaction.