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Chapter Ten: Baby Shower

As always, the Tallest took any opportunity to throw a party.

What better excuse than to throw one in honor of the tallest smeet born in millennia?

And that's how Gaz found herself staring at an invitation to her own baby shower, which by the way, no one had informed her they were throwing.

"It'll be fun!" They said. "Everyone's going to be there!" They said.

She sighed, dressing Zid in the clothes that were tailored to his measurements exactly. He certainly couldn't fit into the standard smeet wear thanks to his size.

All through the Massive, Irken were talking about it non-stop. Seeing Gaz, they wondered how she could not be jumping around for joy. They didn't understand that Zid was the standard size human infant, something she had been seeing for most of her life. It wasn't that big a deal for her.

"Don't look so upset Gaz." Dib said as he entered her room. "This could be fun."

"Oh yes, you're the one being swarmed by little aliens asking to have a look at your newborn child. I may not be a doctor, but I can tell that it's no good for a baby or smeet."

"That's just your excuse for not wanting to go!" Dib picked up his nephew, throwing him into the air and catching him. "Look how sturdy he is. Just one week old and I can already throw him around. If this was bad, Tenn would have put a stop to it a long time ago."

"Tenn is so busy with all the new smeets; I don't even think she's going to the baby shower." Lucky her.

"You just go get dressed; I'll take Zid and see where Zim is." Dib waved, walking out of Gaz' private unit with smeet in hand. "You look nice, Zid." Dib cooed to him as they walked down the hallway.

Zid giggled, grabbing hold of Dib's coat. "Hello, hello."

As soon as Zid had learned his first word, hello, he had been saying it all the time. Dib thought it was cute, especially when he would say it to the Irken who would come by just to see the tall smeet. It was a shame he would actually have to learn to talk when he already knew how to comprehend.

Dib typed in the code to Zim's room, as he couldn't use the bio scan, and entered. "Zim, you here?"

"Human, when did I say you could intrude in my room?" Zim shouted from the bathroom.

"When you gave me the code. Now, are you ready?"

"In a minute." Zim wiped his face from the cleaning goo. He couldn't even get ready in peace! He sprayed some of the liquid scent on himself and walked out of the bathroom. "Hand my son over."

"No way, I'm holding him now!" Dib turned his back to Zim.

Zid, thinking they were leaving, waved goodbye to his father.

"See how smart he is?" Dib teased. "He gets it from my side of the family."

"Please, human boy. He gets his superior intelligence from Zim!"

Without warning, Zid vomited all over the back side of Dib's coat.

"See, he gets that from you, human." Zim laughed. "Go find Tak; she might be able to find something new for you to wear."

Dib handed Zid over to his father, being careful as to not let the child's clothes make contact with the sick on his jacket. He proceeded to exit from the room. "Tak!" He shouted, spotting her in the hallway. "I need some new clothes!" Normally, he could have just gone to his room and changed, but these were not his standard clothes. They were formal Irken wear, which had to be specially designed for him and Gaz because they could not fit into the Taller waist measurements.

He himself had a royal blue jacket on with gold hemming and a gold Irken insignia on the back over some black slacks and a black shirt. Gaz was in a silver dress designed to look exactly like the Taller wear except for the waist, which had to be let out a considerable amount.

"What, why?" Tak turned him around to examine the damage. "This is too short notice to have anything else made!" She thought for a moment. "Come with me!"

The Irken tailor stared at the jacket. It wasn't too bad. "I can have this cleaned for you in a moment."

"Good." Dib sighed, not wanting to show up to the party in his normal clothing. "Tak, shouldn't you be getting ready? You're not even dressed yet."

"I'll be ready in a minute; it's you guys I'm worried about." From the past week, Tak was able to tell how much trouble it took to raise a smeet. No wonder Miyuki got rid of the parenting units, smeets really did take a lot of time out of your schedule. "I know Zid can distract you from your tasks, I don't want you all falling behind schedule."

"Tak, you worry too much. We're not smeets ourselves."

"Here you go." The tailor returned, handing the cleaned jacket to Dib.

"Thank you so much!" Dib put the jacket back on. "Come on, Tak, let's go."

"Everyone ready?" Tak asked, straightening out her own dress. After some rushing from her, everyone was out and ready.

"Uh…Thank you." Gaz took the gift from the Taller ranking solider. She wasn't expecting any gifts. It had been strange. Everyone who had approached her so far had handed her a package or an envelope.

"Congratulations on your birth." This solider was Taller than Gaz, so he did not bow like the shorter Irkens, but he did nod his head to her in respect.

"Tak." Gaz turned to her bodyguard. "Why are they giving me gifts?"

"Well, it's just tradition, I think. When Miyuki gave birth, everyone had presented her with gifts as well. Perhaps they feel it is appropriate to do so here as well. If the Irken is male, the gift will be fore Zid, but if the Irken is female, the gift will be for you."

"I see…" Gaz wondered what kind of gift Irkens gave. She was pretty sure it wasn't clothes or lotion or any of that kind of stuff humans gave each other. Maybe it was weaponry. She wouldn't put it past them to give a smeet weapons.

Gaz turned her attention to her smeet, whom was looking up at her with his big amber eyes. "What are you staring at, Zid?" She asked, not cooed. Gaz did not coo!

Zid grabbed his mother's shirt, using it to pull himself up from her lap and touch the top of her head. He then felt his own head, grabbing a hold of his antennae. Why didn't his mother have any? Was it buried under the fur on her head? He continued to pull at her hair in search of the missing appendages.

Gaz winced at having her hair pulled, but she didn't stop her smeet. If he was happy and not crying, she was okay with it.

"I think he's looking for your antennae." Tak laughed. The smeet kept patting the top of his head to make sure he wasn't imagining them. It was a rather amusing sight. "Sorry, Zid. Your mother doesn't have any." She tickled under his chin, making him laugh.

A short Irken shyly approached the group, unsure if he should wait. He wasn't tall enough to interrupt their conversation.

Gaz noticed him after a few minutes. "Well, are you just going to stand there all day?" It was getting kind of annoying. She didn't like having too many people hovering around her.

The Irken jumped. "Sorry, ma'am." He walked up to her and handed her an envelope. "Congratulations."

"Thank you." Gaz took the paper and handed it to Tak to set aside.

The Irken didn't leave. He was feeling a little bold today. "May I touch your smeet?"

"Fine." Gaz pulled Zid off her head and turned him so he was facing the stranger.

"Hiya, little guy. I guess you're not so little after all." He patted the top of Zid's head and stepped away. He gave a deep bow to Gaz. "Thank you, ma'am."

"No problem at all." She said monotonously. How many times had she heard the line 'he's not so little after all' today? A hundred? Two maybe?

"Gazelene, darling, do try and cheer up!" Dib stumbled over to the round table Gaz and Tak were seated at.

"Great, you're drunk."

"No, I just had a little to drink, I'm not wasted." Dib had just tripped, causing him to stumble; he only had one glass of the alcoholic beverages they served. Honest.

"Well, you're words aren't all jumbled up, so I'll let it go." She really didn't want to have to be the one to drag his wasted body back to his room.

"Gaz, would you like to dance?" Zim held his arm out to the girl, hopeful she would agree.

"Alright. I've been seated this entire time, I need to get up." Gaz handed Zid to Dib. She then linked her arm in Zim's, allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.

Zim placed his arm around her waist, wrapping his other hand around hers.

Gaz found it entertaining when Zim wasn't quite sure how to link his two fingers with her five. It only took a few seconds for him to get it, yet she still found it quite amusing.

"You're looking very lovely tonight, Gaz." Zim said as they moved gracefully.

"Are you going to try and flirt with me?" She asked with a smile, letting Zim know she wouldn't strike him tonight.

"Is it working?"

"Maybe."

"You know, I really mean it. You're the only human female I don't find repulsive."

Gaz smiled and leaned into Zim's chest. "I don't suppose you're going to ask me to keep you company for the night?"

"I don't suppose you'd have any quarrel with that?"

"None at all."

So here we had it, a little thing I wrote for fun, no real plot (which I warned about in the beginning, so no complaints please). Thanks for sticking with me till the end. I wish I could have written this chapter better.

I'm surprised I posted this. I was going to scrap this, but decided against it. It was for writing practice, and I certainly got a lot out of it.

I hope you enjoyed it anyways!

Review Please! Just one last time!