ghost of a data hoarder

Dib heard his spouse from the bathroom again, emptying the contents of his spooch. Since becoming unexpectedly pregnant a few weeks ago, some of the worst symptoms had been frequent dizziness and unbearable nausea that made it impossible for him to keep any food down.

Whatever was happening in their bathroom sounded very bad. He couldn't just ignore it anymore.

Worried, the human opened the door only to find his alien husband with a hand on his abdomen and the other one gripping the side of the toilet as he breathed heavily.

"Dib-Beast! I told you not to interfere!" Zim spat, lowering his antennae even further.

"How do you expect me to just stand here while I listen to you rip your guts out?" Dib crouched down to be at the Irken's eye level. Zim gritted his teeth and glared at his partner. The human backed away slightly, until he noticed unshed tears in those ruby ​​eyes.

"Get away. I'm disgusting. I'm the allmigthy Zim, no one's supposed to see me like this!" Zim's voice cracked as he finally let out a few soft sobs

Dib didn't quite know what to do. He'd never been very good at being a comforting presence, but Zim was his mate. His best friend. And the person carrying his future child. He had to think of something, anything, and fast.

Without much thought, he took the former invader's chin and stole a kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, but Dib made sure to apply some pressure so the affection would be felt.

Zim blushed violently as his human awkwardly maintained eye contact, waiting for any reaction.

"...I've been throwing up for the last 5 minutes, Dib. And you do this. On the lips." Zim burst out laughing. "You're a weirdo. That's even more disgusting."

"Hey!" Dib complained playfully, happy that Zim was over his bad moment. "Well, you chose to spend the rest of your life with this disgusting weirdo."