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*Wally wants to have some fun to celebrate Valentines Day, but Artemis has other plans.*
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"You're still worried about Roy?" She asked, her arms still wrapped around him.
Wally sighed, his chin rested on her shoulder. "He's lost, Babe. Alone. The guy just won't let anyone in." He sighed, and Artemis could tell that he was frowning.
He pulled away from the hug and pecked her on the lips.
"Love you." "Love you too Baywatch." She smirked.
He grinned, loving the way she still said his nickname.
After everything that's happened between the two of them- meeting, falling in love, moving in together, getting Puck whom Wally hates cause whenever he and Artemis have sex he always snarls and attacks Wally, so they have to lock him in the bathroom to keep poor Wally safe- she still calls him Baywatch.
"Hey. Wanna lock Puck in the bathroom?" Wally said.
"No."
"Awe! Why not? It's Valentines Day- and I remembered it this time!" He groaned. "Wait? Is this because I still have to do that paper that's do in seven hours?" Wally asked.
"Actually... No. It's not that. There's something else that we need to do first." She frowned. Whatever it was, Wally knew that not only did it need to be done, but that also Artemis didn't want to do it.
"It can't be that bad babe." He said, plopping onto the couch, as he watched her smooth, tan, naked legs walk down the hallway to their bedroom.
"It is Wally." She sighed, holding a white and purple box in her small hands.
Oh God...
Pregnancy tests.
"Oh dear God. Are you?" He gasped. "I don't know!" She cried, lightly stomping her foot on the hard wood floor. "Well go take it!" He hissed.
She quickly went to the bathroom, while Wally tried not to groan.
What if Artemis really was pregnant? Sure he wanted to be a Dad- and he wanted Artemis to be the Mom- but he didn't want kids right now!
He wanted them when he was like... Thirty or something!
He and Artemis were twenty-one! No, he was twenty-one. She was still twenty. They were in there junior year of college. Just the rest of this year and next year and they'd be done with schooling for the rest of their lives.
After graduation they planned to get jobs in their respective fields, move out of their apartment and buy a bigger house. Then a few years after that get married, then a few years after that start having babies.
But add a baby to the mix now, and everything will change.
"Well I peed on it." She sighed, sitting next to him on the couch, Puck instantly hopping onto her lap.
"Do you know what it says yet?" Wally asked. "No; it's got to wait ten minutes." Artemis said, setting the little white stick, the little white stick that could possibly change their lives in the next ten minutes, onto the coffee table.
They were silent for a while, before Artemis spoke up.
"Remember the last time we had to deal with one of these?" She asked. "Yeah. Two days before my seventeenth birthday. Think this one will be negative like that one was?" He asked.
"I doubt it. I have a gut feeling that it's going to have two lines." She groaned.
Wally held her hand while they waited for the test to bring up the results. Once the wait was over, Wally picked up the test, already knowing what it was going to say before he read it.
Positive.
Artemis was pregnant.
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They decided that not only were they keeping their baby, but they were also going to stay in college.
Baby.
They're having a baby.
They have to buy a lot of things used; car seat, bassinet, swing, stroller, furniture, and they'll start buying clothes once they know the gender.
They buy everything but diapers, wipes, bottles, and pacifiers at Flea Markets, yard sales, and thrift stores.
Artemis doesn't mind. A lot of the stuff they buy are adorable, and up to 80% less then what it would've cost them brand new.
Because seriously, a crib and matching changing table in good condition for $250 is amazing.
"Are you excited?" He asks her, as he sets up the crib in their office-turned-nursery room.
"Of course." She smiles at him, running her hand over her seventeen week belly, covered by his Standford t-shirt.
The same shirt she was wearing when they found out that she was pregnant.
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It's a boy.
The Doctor tells them they're going to be having a son in just 22 weeks.
Artemis and Wally can't stop smiling; they both wanted the baby to be a boy.
It takes them almost two months to pick out a name.
Benjamin.
Benjamin Nathan West.
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"You know, there's a chance the baby could be nine pounds." Mary tells Artemis, about two months before her due date.
They got on a plane to visit his parents and Aunt and Uncle for the Fourth of July weekend.
"Huh?" Artemis asks, dropping her fork. "All West boys are born big. Rudy's Dad weighed almost twelve pounds." Mary explained.
The more she talked, the less she noticed how uncomfortable Artemis was getting.
Wally was desperately trying to get his Mom to shut up, but that was not working too well.
"I don't want to have a ten pound baby." Artemis croaked, staring at Wally with wide eyes. Wally could tell that if she wasn't comforted soon, she'd start bawling.
"Oh don't worry sweetie! The weight tends to drop significantly with each generation, and the high birth weight is only for boys. So the most your baby will weigh is about eight pounds, ten ounces." Iris told her.
There is a God, and it's taken the form of Aunt Iris. Wally thought.
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His head is in her lap when her water breaks.
His fingers are tracing patterns on her large gut when they both feel a liquid on her thighs.
It takes all of Wally's strength not to gag while he quickly washes his hair, Artemis calling a college friend to watch Puck.
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Benjamin is born two days later, on August 3, just three days before classes start back up.
He weighs eight pounds, four ounces; exactly three pounds more then what Artemis weighted when she was born, and a pound less then what Wally weighted at his birth.
He has a head full of thick, curly blonde hair that Artemis instantly falls in love with because it's so soft.
Benjamin already has his Father's eyes.
"Wally, he's perfect!" Artemis gushed as she holds her sleeping, three hour old son. "He is, isn't he?" He said, kissing her cheek.
"Hey, let's get married." He says suddenly. Artemis looks at him, hoping to see even the tiniest sign that he is joking.
She finds none.
"You're serious? You wanna get married- right now?" She asks. "Not right now. I meant in like a year or two, before we have second kid." He explains. "I mean, technically we were supposed to get married first, and then have Ben, but I guess we do things a little out of order, huh?"
Artemis chuckled, nodding.
"Yes. I'll marry you." She tells him, kissing his lips.
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They get married exactly one month after they graduate college, and a month before Ben turned one.
The ceremony is small, cozy, and quick- exactly how they both wanted it.
They have his parents watch Ben for two weeks while they go to Venice for their honeymoon, unknowingly conceiving baby number two while they're there.
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Their second son, Ryan Caiven West, is born on January 17th, when Artemis is only thirty-three weeks pregnant.
Even though he's two months early, he still manages to weigh seven pounds.
Neither of them want to think of how much he would've weighted on his due date.
Just like his big brother, Ryan has a head full of thick blonde hair.
But unlike Ben, his eyes are grey; not green.
"At least we don't have to worry about his weight." Wally pointed out, as Artemis held Ryan for the first time after her emergency c-section.
"Yeah. Go get Ben, I wanna see him." Artemis said, as Ryan finally started eating.
Wally went to the waiting room, and came back with a 18 month old Benjamin on his hip bone. "Hi mommy!" He cried, his hand waving at Artemis rapidly. Artemis smiled at her oldest son.
"Hi Ben. Wanna meet your baby brother?" She asks. Ben nods, running to his mom as soon as Wally sets his feet on the ground.
"He's tiny. What's his name?" He wonders, looking at Artemis with his big, innocent eyes, wide with curiosity.
"Ryan. His name is Ryan."
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Three years later, and their boys are slowly but surely driving both Wally and Artemis insane.
Too top it all off, five year old Benjamin has inherited Wally's super speed.
Oh joy.
Because of his short, five year old attention span, Ben's parents are constantly having to remind him that he can't tell or show anyone that he can run almost eighty-five miles an hour.
A lot of bad things will happen if he does.
"Okay Mommy. Okay Daddy. I won't tell anybody!" Benjamin tells them, each and everytime they remind him.
"Thank you sweetie." Artemis says, kissing his forehead. Wally then takes him to school, while Artemis watches Ryan.
Several hours later, Wally and Ben come home from school. Once they're all fed and bathed, Artemis puts them to bed, and then collapses onto two the couch between Wally and Puck.
"Ooh. Things are gonna get a lot harder soon." She groaned, propping her socked feet up onto the coffee table.
"How so?" Wally asks, muting the television.
"Because I'm pregnant again." She sighed, her hand covering her still flat stomach.
"Cool. Can it be a girl this time?" Wally asks, holding her hand.
It is a girl.
They name her Emma.
Emma Elizabeth West.