{Legacy}
Warren Peace was eighteen when he was told her was to be a father. Pregnancy at Sky High was uncommon, moreso when the pair in question were from well known super families. Since powers tended to be passed down the family line, they became more and more common. However, they came with consequence. As powers became increasingly fantastical, fertility was compromised. Third generation supers were uncommon, fourth generation children were unheard of.
So when Warren, a third generation hero, was told by his sixteen year old homecoming date that she was pregnant, he was obviously surprised. Sure, they'd fucked; his warm hands clumsily running over her thin body, but with superhero teenagers, unprotected fucking didn't always equal baby. A baby. Warren's own father had left before he was even born. How was he supposed to know what to do with a baby, or even with a pregnant woman? He had never even had a serious, committed relationship. Regular women were still a bit of a mystery to him, and Layla would never be "a regular woman".
Layla was sixteen, Warren was eighteen. They were having a baby. Too young to fully comprehend the struggles involved in parenthood, but completely and totally invested in their fledgling relationship. As he ran a hand over her flat midsection, he felt the warmth that he was sure his child was exuding. The baby would be just like them; a super.
So I'm not really sure about this story, and how much I like it. On the other hand, I figure even if its low quality, its probably better than the gross Mary-Sue stories that tend to populate this fandom. So... Read it and Review it I suppose. I hope you sort of enjoyed.