— You didn't expect to find yourself in a situation like this. A few years ago, you met Rick at a random alien rave. You were the only humans in that crowded place. A simple exchange of glances and loud music seemed to bring a new atmosphere to the situation.

Things flowed, the relationship improving over time, and then, BOOM! Rick Sanchez was in love. As much as he like to admit it, he was in love. You could tell when he tried—emphasis on tried—to ask for your 'eternal companion in adventures and as a lab partner.' With that, he took a small ring from his lab coat pocket and slipped it on your finger.

That was about three years ago. In short, everything seemed perfect, until one careless night when you were both drunk and... resulted in two well-pigmented lines on a pregnancy test,So,...yay?...Anyway, you were now in a small kids pool in the middle of the room, Summer squeezing your hand, trying to bring you some comfort, Beth trying to call the ambulance, Jerry grabbing some towels and anything else he thought might be useful.

Should you be in a hospital? Of course you are, but in Rick's words, hospitals are just 'cheap science houses where they sell complicated solutions to simple problems.'

Rick and Morty had been out since early, probably on some crazy space adventure you wouldn't get into even if they paid you. In short, Rick wasn't there to help.

Or so you thought. Summer told you to take a deep breath for the tenth time, only to be interrupted by the garage door bursting open as Rick and Morty walked in holding some boxes of intergalactic shit.

"Guess who brought ice cream from the best place in the galaxy?! Us!" Rick yelled, the arrogant smile on his face fading in an instant, realizing the situation*—"Damn, babe...I-I.."

Morty walked in right behind Rick, carrying more boxes and widening his eyes at the scene—"Holy shit..."