Haven City

Holly groaned as she saw her fifteenth pregnancy test turn red. She knew what this meant. She'd felt sick that morning, and had for the past week. She'd called in sick to Police Plaza, and, hoping this wasn't what she thought it was, she grabbed the pee-stick. It'd turned red, but she tried again. And again. And again. But it was always red. She then grabbed her communicator, and phoned Artemis. On the third ring, the mud-boy, no, mud-man, she reminded herself. Artemis was no child anymore. Anyway, Artemis picked up. As soon as he said, "Fowl Residence," she braced herself and said the words. "I'm pregnant, Artemis."

Fowl Manor

Artemis was shocked. He waited a couple seconds, hoping to hear the good old, "Joking," but it didn't come. His mouth ajar, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he fainted.

He woke up again in an hour, in his room, with Butler leaning over him. "You okay, Artemis?"

He said this in a voice that was concerned. "No need to explain. Holly told me everything. When…?"

Artemis pulled himself together. He then said, "Please. I'll tell you later. Is Holly still on the line?"

"Never left. But I want answers. Now."

"Please, old friend. I believe she is more important at the second."

"Very well," Domovoi growled. Artemis picked up the phone, and said, "Hello, Holly."

Haven City

Despite the seriousness in the present situation, Holly burst out laughing when Butler told her that Artemis had fainted. Then, an hour later, she heard Artemis say, "Hello, Holly."

"Artemis. What are we going to do? I mean, he…"

"Hold on a moment. How do you know it's a he?"

"Artemis. This was a fairy pregnancy test. It told me right everything down to its blood type."

"Okay. Have you thought about… The option?"

"No. Abortion is not the answer."

"You sound like a catholic church. But point taken. No abortion. But maybe adoption?"

"No. We can't orphan off this child. Remember, it'd be a half and half, so it would be in danger from quacks looking to make a buck."

"Duly noted. Maybe…"

"Maybe what, Artemis?"

"Well… We can always raise it ourselves."

"Artemis. We tried to raise Jayjay, but remember what happened?"

Artemis grimaced. "Okay. But I was serious. What choice do we have?"

"D'arvit. I hate it when you're right."

"I have my moments. Many, many moments."

"Shut up. Mud boy, how will we explain this to your parents? I mean, how did this happen?"

"Well, I remember my parents going to bed early…"

"You getting out the champagne…"

"We got drunk…"

"Off our asses…"

"Domovoi fell asleep…"

"And we went upstairs…"

"And then a big blank white period."

"Yes. A very big, blank white period."