Okay! I've never tried this before…but I think it's time! I will try (TRY) to update this once very week. Some chapters will be longer than others. I just want the record to show now that I am all for OLDER Ib/Garry…young Ib, that's just wrong.

These one-shots will have no specific order. I will range from one time period to another. And for those of you reading who are fans of my Invader Zim fic, please be patient with me! College has no shame in giving me essays galore! I only started this collection because I love Ib, I need to keep my creative juices flowing, and the chapters won't be as long as they are in my other fic!

Disclaimer: I don't own this game. I would've killed off Ib's parents and made Garry raise her. I also don't own Can't help falling in love with you.

Birth of a son

"Wise men say….only fools rush in….but I can't help...falling in love with you! Take my-ow!"

Ib winced as she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She pouted. "C'mon little guy, Mommy's singing isn't that bad!" She only received another kick in response.

"All right! Easy! Geez, who said singing to the baby would help relax it…." Ib muttered before drying another dish. It was a sunny Friday morning, and the brunette was busy trying to get her house straightened up. It wasn't really a mess, but she had to do something! Ever since her pregnancy started, her husband hadn't let her lift a finger. It was sweet of him, but he seemed to have forgotten that she was an independent woman. She could handle herself…or at least feed herself!

He was constantly watching over her as if she was on house arrest. So, she waited until he was fast asleep from working so hard (and the sleeping tabloids hidden in the drawers had nothing to do with) before sneaking down to the kitchen where she allowed herself to do something productive.

Unfortunately, the little guy in her tummy decided to get cranky this morning.

Tears came to her eyes as her baby practically judo-chopped her stomach. "OWWWWW!" Ib screamed, before belatedly covering her mouth.

Oops…

She winced as she heard shuffling come from the bedroom upstairs. Darn it. She quickly resumed drying her dish, knowing that this was going to be the last chore she would get to do before she got put under lock and key again.

"IIIIBBBB!"

"Gaaaaarrrrry.." Ib whispered, trying to mock his overreaction.

She had to contain her sigh as she saw her husband stumble into the kitchen, trying to push his bangs out of his eyes. "I-IB! What happened? What are you doing out of bed?"

"Living?" Ib stated in a pitiful voice.

"I-I heard you scream!" the lavender haired man exclaimed as he rushed over towards his wife. "Are you okay? Is it time? Did your water break? Are you going to faint?" He began holding her by the shoulders. "Do you feel weak? I can carry or you, or haul you over my shoulder! No wait, that would just hurt the-"

"STOP!" Ib finally screeched, placing her hands over her ears. "I'm fine! Honest! The baby just gave me a kick, that's all! Calm down!" She gave him a sharp look, but instantly felt guilty at the hurt look on her husband's face. She shouldn't be so hard on him for worrying about her. Sighing, she cupped his face with her hands. "Listen Gare-bear, I'm fine. I just needed to stretch my legs, so I came down here to do some dishes. No biggie."

Garry gave her a small pout. "I could've carried you…"

She playfully swatted the top of his head before resuming her post by the dishes. Her husband smiled as he joined her by her side. "He sure is a kicker, huh?"

"Yep. He's going to be tough, just like his mama!" Ib smiled, handing him a dish to wash.

"Well, let's not assume things too quickly! He could be gentle, just like me!" Garry huffed despite the smile on his face.

Ib shook her head. "No way. I've had him in my stomach for nine months! I know his strength by heart, there is no way he's going to be as….soft as you."

Garry frowned a bit. "Well, perhaps it's for the better. I wouldn't want him to get teased like I did in…well, pretty much my entire life!"

Ib smiled as she playfully slapped her towel against her husband's shoulder. "I don't make fun of you!"

"Yes you do!" Garry exclaimed, his voice cracking a bit. "After eleven years of friendship, two years of dating, and one year of marriage, how can you say otherwise?"

Ib paused, realizing he was right. She did have a bad tendency to mock his "femininity". "But…I do it out of love! That's completely different!"

Garry smiled before setting down his dish. He turned to face her with a sly grin. "Why Mrs. Leaner, are you saying you love me?"

Ib struggled to contain her smile as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Nope. I'm not saying that."

Garry's smile grew as he leaned in close to his wife. "Really? You don't love your Garry-Chan?"

"No, I can't stand you," she stated before being pulled into her husband's lean arms, and having a kiss planted on her lips.

They continued the embrace before Ib pulled back with a grimace on her face. Garry frowned at this. "I'm not that bad of a kisser, am I?"

Ib patted his shoulder. "No, no…it's just our little boy telling us to break it up!"

Garry instantly smiled at those words, and got down on his knees to be next to his wife's stomach. "I can't believe it….nine months and I still can't believe it….we're going to have a son. You're going to be a mother….I'm going to be a father…..I'm going to be a dad….woah.."

Ib smiled warmly. This was why she loved her husband. He was so passionate and genuine about everything he did…and that included fatherhood. Telling him about her condition had been one of the sweetest experiences she ever had. She had cooked him a nice dinner, hoping to warm him up to the news. They had never discussed becoming parents (they had only been married for two months at the time!) and she was a little nervous. She didn't fear that he would leave her, no, but she wanted her husband to embrace the thought of fatherhood, just as she had quickly come to warm up to the idea of being a mother.

When she finally told him of her pregnancy, he had reacted in the most Garry-like way….he fainted. After she got him to regain consciousness, she confirmed that no he had not been dreaming, and yes she was absolutely, positively, 100%, without a doubt, pregnant. Then her husband just sat there for a while, staring off into space. Then, he had slowly placed his hands on his wife's stomach, and smiled at her, letting her know he was on board.

Her happy memories were dashed as she saw the crestfallen look on her husband's face now. She frowned. What was wrong? He was just smiling like an idiot a moment ago. Now he looked like he had committed a horrible deed.

"Garry?" Ib whispered, ruffling his purple locks. "What's wrong?"

Garry turned his sorrowful eyes up towards his wife. Finally he spoke, "What if he doesn't like me?"

At this, the brunette burst out laughing. She helped him to his feet all while trying to subdue her laughter. "Oh Garry! Poor, poor Garry!"

"I'm serious!" Garry whined. "What if he's embarrassed me? What if he wants nothing to do with me because I'm so…"

"Girly?" Ib smirked.

"Gentle," Garry stressed. "Today's boys are all about sports and video games, and I'm a painter!"

"You love being an artist!" Ib reminded.

"True…but I love my son more," Garry said, averting his gaze.

Ib couldn't help but smile. Her son wasn't even born yet and his father was already thinking about making a big change for him. Garry was currently an underdog artist, selling many paintings here and there, but not enough to make it to the big league. But Garry loved what he did, and he knew one day he would create a painting so grand it would put him on top. Ib wouldn't be able to bare it if she saw him give that dream up.

She grabbed his hands and said, "Garry, everyone you come in contact with adores you. Why wouldn't your own son?"

Garry huffed. "Sure, women like me, but what about men? Your father hates me, my brother hates me, heck even my father hates me!"

Ib instantly felt sorry for her blue rose. It was true. Garry had no real family. His father was a gangbanger and his older brother pretty much fell into his footsteps. Neither of them were pleased at having the youngest member of the family be the complete opposite. They laughed and jeered at Garry's feminine ways and often slugged him one when they had the chance. But all that was in the past. She and their won was his future.

Ib finally shrugged. "My dad only dislikes you because of our age gap and he thinks you only want me for our money. Your family….your family sucks."

Garry laughed aloud at this, loving that his wife was able to say what was on his mind. She really was a smart woman. Sighing softly, he placed his hands on her swollen stomach "I've just never had a true male figure in my life…I don't know what it takes to be a good father…"

Ib smiled. "And yet you did wonderfully when protecting a small girl from a possessed art gallery!" She kissed him softly on the lips before saying, "Just be you. Nothing can go wrong when you're your sweet lovable self!"

Garry smiled lovingly at his wife before shifting his gaze to her stomach. His smile only grew at the sight.

The brunette grabbed his hand. "You know…we still have to name him."

Garry turned his nose up and crossed his arms. "I still say we name him Garry Jr.!"

Ib shook her head. "Nooo, I already have one Garry, I don't need another!"

"But I've always wanted a son named Garry Jr.!"

"Since when?"

"Since we found out he was a boy!"

Ib shook her head. "At this rate, maybe we should just name him Reginald…"

"Like that stuck-up artist who always bashes on my work? Ib, how could you?"

"Oh geez…"

Night eventually came, and the couple quickly went to bed. They were both sound asleep, both caught up in their dreams of art.

Until…

Ib's eyes snapped open. Quickly, she patted her husband on the shoulder, hoping to wake him up. "Garry!" she whispered urgently. "Garry, wake up!"

He didn't move.

She grumbled before deciding to slap him on the shoulder. "Garry!" she said, no longer whispering.

"Hmmmmm?" Garry hummed, his back still to her.

"Garry, I think my water just broke. I'm going to have the baby now."

"Mmmmhhmmmm," Garry mumbled, still pretty much in dream land.

"As in, right now. I'm going to have the baby right now!" Ib urged.

"Yeah, right now….RIGHT NOW?" Realization hit Garry like a ton of bricks as he fell off the bed in shock. He quickly regained his composure and looked at his wife frantically. "A-Are you sure?"

Ib nodded as she began to take shallow breaths. "Yes I am. Can we go to the hospital, please?"

The next few minutes were a blur as Garry quickly rushed them out the door.

"Alright Mrs. Leaner, just keep pushing when I tell you to.'

Ib had a strained look on her face, but she nodded anyway. "Okay…."

She looked over at her green husband and smiled sympathetically. "Are you okay there tough guy?"

Garry nodded his head. "Don't worry about me! You just focus on bringing the little guy into the world," he said, giving her a cheesy smile.

"Do you need to take a step outside? I know the sight of blood make you queasy…"

"Push!" the doctor ordered.

Ib obliged, but kept her gaze fixed on her husband.

"No way!" Garry announced, taking her hand. "I don't care how upset my stomach gets, I'm not missing the birth of my son!"

Ib gave him a small smile before squeezing his hand in pain. "Ouch…this really hurts!"

"Push!"

"Don't panic Ib, you'll be fine!"

"I'm not panicking."

"Everything is going to be okay!"

"I know."

"J-Just keep breathing, and keep pushing-"

"Garry! I KNOW! JUST HOLD MY HAND!" she screeched.

"R-Right! Sorry!" he said sheepishly, as he allowed her to crush his hand in a death grip.

"One more push ought to do it, ma'am!" the doctor announced after some time.

"The doctor said one more pu-"

"I HEARD, Garry!"

"Sorry…"

Ib struggled with one final push before a small cry suddenly filled the room. The doctor quickly cut the infant free and cleaned him off before wrapping him in a towel and handing him to his mother.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Leaner, you have a healthy baby son!"

Ib gave a grateful sigh as she was handed her small child. As soon as she got a good look at him, she felt her heart swell with love. He was so beautiful. He seemed to have inherited his mother' darker skin tone, but had definitely received his father's tiny nose. Her son yawned cutely before opening his eyes, which were revealed to be as red as his mother's.

"Look at him!" Ib breathed, giving her son a digit to play with. She looked at her husband, who seemed to be in awe. "Do you want to hold him, Gar?"

Garry seemed to snap out of his daze and slowly nodded his head. Ib smiled while handing him over to the father, enjoying every second of his love struck gaze.

"Hey little guy," Garry smiled, obviously both nervous and overwhelmed at the same time. "We've waited a long time for you to show up, Garry Jr."

Ib gave him a blank stare.

Garry gave her a cute smile before running a finger over his son's tiny nose. "Aw, c'mon Ib! You can't possibly tell me he doesn't look like a Garry Jr.?"

Ib paused before placing a soft kiss on her son's head. "How about Garriet?"

"'Garriet'?" her husband echoed.

The brunette nodded. "It kind of sounds like your name, but it still has some originality to it."

Garry looked down at his son before smiling brightly. "Garriet Leaner. I like it! And if we ever have a daughter, we can name her after you!"

Ib sighed before falling back on her pillow. "I just gave birth and you're already talking about another one? Don't get your hopes up!"

"I-I didn't mean right now! I meant the distant future!" Garry assured her before turning his attention back to his son. Garriet…my son….I have a SON…ha, if someone had told me over a decade ago that my soul mate was in the form of a nine-year-old girl, I would've called them crazy. I never thought my life could be this perfect. Don't worry little guy…I'll never let anything hurt you. You and your mother are my entire world, and I'll always be there for you two.

Little did he know that his wife was thinking the same thing.

Wow, I got the feels just from writing this! Anyway, as I said above, I'll try to update once every week, and some chapters may seem a little short. If you all have any ideas that you want to see happen to the Leaner family, be sure to say so in your review or PM me, and I'll see if I can make it work!

AN: I can easily imagine Ib being perfectly calm while in labor, just as she was all cool in the gallery. LOL, of course Garry would be the opposite!

Please tell me if you all enjoyed this! R&R!