No, you can't be the aunt. (Tsu)

Peyton and Marcus had been together for quite some time now. Their relationship was one of intense passion. Though with that passion, came a few mistakes. Some very, very consequential ones. These mistakes, produced a surprise. A baby to be exact. A few months into their relationship, Marcus had gotten Peyton pregnant. At first, she panicked. She wasn't sure how to handle it at all!

But after a couple of months, she has gained some confidence. Although it hasn't been easy. There have been many trials and tribulations. But with the help of Marcus, she has overcome them so far. Now, they're both living together in Marcus' apartment in Vaingloria, Gelemorte. Pretty far from Peyton's home in Amestris. It was hard to adjust to a few things, but she's taking it one step at a time.

Today, Marcus had work to do. So Peyton had decided to get a few things done. She worked on her research a bit, read some books, and throughout the day she ate odd mixtures of foods to satisfy her cravings. After having a light snack of ice cream and pickles, Peyton decided to take a nice cat nap. She laid on the couch and pulled a blanket over herself, snuggling into the couch as she shut her eyes.

"Alright, Aces High, you're cleared for landing; put her down in strip seven."

"Roger dem apples!" Lowering altitude, she engaged the landing gears, and eased on the brakes. The hi-tech biplane gently touched ground, thudding twice into the air as it sailed in for a landing, and once it stopped, the pilot of the plane designated "Aces High" stepped out, taking off her scarf and headset, placing them in the cockpit. "Ahhh~ Splendid day for a nice flight! WHOOO!" Shaking her head a bit, she managed to get her fluffy ponytail to flop back into its usual unkempt, but nice looking, position. She reached into the cockpit and withdrew two bottles of Faygo, Candy Apple, of course, a huge jar of pickles, and a tub of ice cream. Stuffing all of these into a leather satchel, she took one of the pickles from the jar and munched on it thoughtfully as she walked down the snow-covered sidewalk. groceries obtained, she was due at Bronze's house, so she could take a shower while he wasn't home, since she liked to wa,lk around the house immediately after her showers, and he didn't want to see none of that.

Satchel in one hand, half of a dill pickle in the other, she nudged her aviators up a bit on her face, before kicking the door inward; thankfully, it was cracked open a bit, and didn't break. "Honey, I'm hoooooome~ Byahahaha~ Got foodstuffs, broseph!" Stepping into the living room, however, she saw a woman on the couch, and blinked in surprise. "Neeeee...? Who're you, and why're you on my couch? WAIT. WAIT. YOU LOOK FAMILIAR. Um..." Okay, she had never MET the woman before, that was for sure. But she HAD seen her before, or at least heard her described. Ummm... Glancing at her, she noted a tiny baby bump forming. SO. THERE WAS A MCRONALD'S INSTALLED IN THE KITCHEN, AND IT ATTRACTED FAT WOMEN!? That, or the woman was preggers. OH!

"OH, SWEET GLORIOUS PICARD, I KNOW YOU!!~ PEYTON, RIGHT?~" Dashing over, before the lady known as Peyton could object, she nearly tackled her, embracing her in a light, but friendly, hug. Standing quickly, so as not to maim her unborn baby, she grinned at her. "Tsuritsa Cooper, Bronzey's cousin! Well, practically his sister, really. So YOU are the infamous Peyton he rambles on about, ne? Haha!~ Did you know he uses your name in Scrabble? I told him it wasn't a legit word, but then he challenged the fact I engraved a two on the back of one of the pieces, so I could spell Shaggy 2 Dope as a word, which he THEN argued was three words. So we compromised with both words. BUT YEAH. ALSO. You wouldn't be hungry for any pickles and ice cream, right? I know how preggo chicks are, their weird cravings, and I was totally gonna fix a bowl anyways." And like that, with rapid-fire speaking, a glorious meeting began.

She quickly woke up when she heard the door being opened rather forcefully. Was Marcus home early? This was surprising, seeing as he was supposed to be home later that night. She sat up on the couch and looked around, wondering what was going on. Suddenly, an unknown woman walked into the house shouting.

"Honey, I'm hoooooome~ Byahahaha~ Got foodstuffs, broseph!"

The woman stopped and looked at her. Peyton looked right back, very confused as to what was going on. "Neeeee...? Who're you, and why're you on my couch? WAIT. WAIT. YOU LOOK FAMILIAR. Um..."

She looked familiar? She had never met this woman in her entire life! There was some more awkward starting, until the woman spewed something out of her mouth once more. "OH, SWEET GLORIOUS PICARD, I KNOW YOU!!~ PEYTON, RIGHT?~" How did she know her name!? Before Peyton knew it, she was practically tackled as the woman ran over and hugged her.

The woman started rambling and rambling. Peyton couldn't keep up! Her Doe'ann still wasn't that great when it came to translating. She did catch that the woman wanted to make her some pickles and ice cream. But first, some questioning.

"H-hey slow down. Talk slowly. Who are you?" She had hoped that came out right.

Hmmm... The woman looked confused. Actually, she seemed to be growing a bit MORE confused with every passing second, and Tsu kinda wanted to see the exact limits to how confusd she could GET, without exploding! But then she recalled who it was, and deigned instead to smile and take a deep breath. Nodding to Peyton, she figured it was because the woman didn't speaky her language too well, which was fine, at least she didn't speak one language, especially not a language Tsu didn't know. That'd have been awkward, fo' sho'. So at least they both kinda spoke the same thing? Better than nothing, eh?

"WOKEH! So. My name is Tsuritsa Cooper. You can call me Tsu! Bronzey's mom WAS a Cooper, my mom's sister, but then she wasn't. Which makes me and Bronzey cousins! But I'm more like his sister than his cousin. Anyways, he babbles on and on about you ALL the time! Umm... OH!" Remembering that other thing she'd wanted to do, she reached into the satchel and whipped out the jar of pickles and the three-gallon tub of ice cream, vanilla, of course. Dashing into the kitchen, she grabbed two bowls, and returned, before scooping ice cream and pickles into each bowl, handing one to Peyton with a grin. "Figured you'd be having some weird pregnancy cravings, so, if you want, you can have a bowl of it. I'm eating it because it's tasty though, I'm not preggers." Andgladofit. She MIGHT often times tell Aaron that she would have his babies, but she didn't want kids, that's insane! Crazy folk these days.

"WOKEH! So. My name is Tsuritsa Cooper. You can call me Tsu! Bronzey's mom WAS a Cooper, my mom's sister, but then she wasn't. Which makes me and Bronzey cousins! But I'm more like his sister than his cousin. Anyways, he babbles on and on about you ALL the time! Umm... OH!"

Okay, Peyton caught on to the majority of that. She was Marcus' cousin, Tsurita Cooper, and... he talked about Peyton all the time. This brought a blush to her face. She didn't think Marcus talked about her at all. Sure they loved each other, but she figured that when it came time for work or doing other things his focus was on that and not on her. She could feel her cheeks burn a little and she rocked on her heels.

Then Peyton saw Tsurita whip out some ice cream and pickles. That, had been her favorite during her pregnancy. She didn't know why, but it was. Perhaps her baby had a big sweet tooth and really liked pickles as well? This thought almost made her chuckle as she imagined the baby just chilling in her stomach, eating ice cream and pickles all day.

Tsurita ran off somewhere for a few minutes then returned with a bowl of pickles and vanilla ice cream. "Figured you'd be having some weird pregnancy cravings, so, if you want, you can have a bowl of it. I'm eating it because it's tasty though, I'm not preggers."

Her assumption was very correct. She gladly accepted the bowl and motioned to the table they had in the dinning room. "Thank you for the food. We can sit down if you want."

Onhonhon?~ Tsu, as she spoke, noted many things, but above all others, she noted specifically that Peyton was blushing rather badly. BYAHAHAHAHA!~ She'd totally made her blush with zat comment, mission success! And all of it was, of course, true, and Bronze did, in fact, blabber on and on about his waifu, Pey, to whom he would give the Earth, Moon, and Stars, to whom he lovey-dovey-doved with the ferocious passion of ten thousand billion suns, and to whom he would GLADLY fight an army of Lokhyn supermen from the future, should she, for some reason, want him to do so. Everybody say "d'aaaaaaaaw... <3" D'AAAAAAAAAAAAW. <3 GOOD JOB, EVERYBODY.

Anyways, after dashing off to go get the bowls for pickles and ice cream, Peyton offered her thanks and gestured for Tsu to sit down with her in the dining room, s if she totally wasn't already going to do so on her own, but instead, she smiled and nodded, twirling lazily over and plopping down in her chair, made distinct because it didn't fit in with the rest of the furniture at the table. Compared to Bronze's rather nice, but simple, wooden furniture, she had managed to get her rather comfortable brass chair into the room with much skill. Sitting on the burgundy cushion on the seat, she laid back, the chair reclining slightly. WIN. Her own bowl of pickles and ice cream in hand, she shoved her spoon in, pulling out, with success, a lump of the tasty vanilla goodness and stragely pickly toppings. Plopping it into her mouth, she left the ice cream melt, and then chewed and swallowed the pickles.

Glancing up from the bowl, she stared deeply into Peyton's eyes with his own dark crimson eyes, the eyes that PIERCED THE SOUL. Or rather, would pierce the soul, except for her mirror shades, which blocked off all view of her eyes. She DID, of course, lose her soul-piercing stare, but in return, SWAGGER. A lot of swagger! "Sooooooo, Pey. Do you know if it'll be a little boy or girl, yet?~"

Peyton followed Tsu into the dining room, watching as the odd girl twirled in goofily and plopped out on the chair different from the rest. Peyton took a seat in a chair nearby and set her bowl down. She looked over at Tsu and noticed she was still wearing sunglasses. How odd. Why would she be wearing sunglasses inside? Was she blind? Tsu did seem to know her way around, so that was unlikely. But Peyton didn't want to risk it, so she kept quiet about it.

She looked down at her ice cream, examining the pickles mixed in there. She dug her spoon in and ate a big mouthful. Delicious~! God, her cravings were absolutely weird. She continued scooping ice cream in her mouth and chewing on the pickle bits. Then she heard Tsu ask about the gender. Peyton's eyebrows raised and she looked over at Tsu. Peyton actually didn't know the gender. She hadn't gone in and had the doctor tell her yet. That was on her list of things she needed to do soon.

"Oh uh, no I don't yet. I still have to go in and have them take a look. I'm hoping it's a girl though. But even if it's a boy, I'll still be happy." Peyton smiled at Tsu and went back to her ice cream.

Peyton was just excited to be having a baby. She didn't care if it was a boy or a girl, it just needed to be her healthy baby. One thing she did worry about though was if there'd be any birth defects or complications in the delivery. Peyton was only nineteen, and that was still pretty young to be having one. Hopefully everything would go well.

Pickles and ice cream. They shouldn't taste so amazing together. But of course, had Tsu been a master chef, it'd make more sense, because pickles were ften served with really sweet foods in the culinary world, and while it made no sense to most, it made a nice off-set to the diabetic sweetness of the sugary food, which in turn made the pickly sourness less sour. But Tsu was but a pilot, not the Iron Chef of Gelemort, which is an unfortunate name, considering the current Iron Chef champion has automail arms, legs, and an automail tongue. All of which might have been made with an iron alloy... No matter, all Tsu cared about was the fact that there oughta be legitimate pickle-flavored ice cream. Somehwere in the world, at some store, shop, or restaurant! So she could save herself the hassle of buying vanilla ice cream and pickles. Because as it was, Tsu would have otten the snack anyways, regardless of Peyton's pregnancy, for indeed, she'd barely really thought of her possible cravings, since she'd yet to meet her before the now-time. But now she could see that Peyton was enjoying her odd dessert, so Tsu smiled a little brighter as she ate her ice cream. She soon responded to Tsu's question, and Tsu nodded. "Ooooooooh, okay!~ Well whatever it is, I'm toats giving it-him-her-shim flight lessons! And a plane. And cookies and Faygo and a guitar and a leather jacket and aviators, and SWAGGER! Because yes. Auntie Tsu is the bestest aunt."