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Margaret looked happily at her two year old as he rolled out little pieces of cookie dough and put them sloppily on the cookie sheet. "I make em pwey."

"They look wonderful Sodapop. Now let's put them into the oven."

Sodapop snatched a piece of cookie dough and put it in his mouth. Margaret shook her head. "Sodapop you have to cook them first."

"But it ummy ike this."

Margaret stifled a laugh. "I know but Soda…. Ugh."

"Mama?"

Margaret grabbed her stomach and smiled.

Soda looked up. "What mama?"

"Come here sweetie. Do you want to feel the baby kick?"

"weally?"

Margaret nodded. "Uhuh, just come here."

Sodapop hopped off the stepping stool and onto the ground. Margaret leaned over and grabbed her son's hand. She placed it on her belly. His small face filled with wonder and awe. He smiled brightly.

"Mama da baby's stwong."

She smiled. "He sure is just like his big brothers."

Soda laughed. "Darry's big, me too."

"That's right dear, now let's get those cookies in the oven."

"Ah-huh."

* * * * * * * *

Sodapop sat in his room playing blocks with his older brother. "Dawwy?"

"Yeha?"

"Where mommy get the baby?"

"From the stork stupid, why?"

"I don't know."

"Well the stork does so there."

"You sure."

Darry nodded. "Of course silly. But maybe we should ask tonight. Mom and dad will know."

Soda nodded. "That's good."

* * * * * * * * *

Sodapop and Darry fiddled with their food. They listened to the parents yammer on and on. They eyed each other. Sometimes grownups talked too much. And they always talked about boring stuff too. Work and home were so tiring. It was always the same. Soda gave a tiny exasperated sigh.

"What is it Pepsi?" Darrel stopped talking to look at his son.

Darry spoke up. "We were just wondering where babies come from."

Margaret gagged on her drink and Darrel paled. This was the one thing they had not expected. It was the one question they had dreaded.

"I um, I…"

"Stowk?" Soda said.

Margaret gulped. "What did you say sweetie?"

"Dawwy say stowk bwing em."

"Oh."

"Yeha that's what daddy always says but how come the baby is in you. You say it kicks."

"It does. Um, Um…"

"Darrel tell them."

"I, I well he does."

"Weally?"

"Yep. When God decides a mommy and daddy need a new baby he makes a yummy seed, extra special. He gives it to the stork and the stork brings it to the mommy. She swallows it and drinks a bunch of water. Then the baby grows just like a flower. Mommy's have a garden in their belly's"

"Neato." Darry said. Soda nodded his agreement.

* * * * * * * * * * *

That night Darrel crawled into bed next to his wife. He grinned and kissed her belly and then her cheek. Margaret giggled. "Nice save dear, garden. You are one of a kind."

"I did marry a girl as pretty as a flower. No reason her kids can't be too."

"What am I going to with you?"

Darrel raised an eyebrow. I have a few ideas. And without he turned off the lights…………….

Just a cute little fic I got an idea for. Wasn't Soda cute?