A/N: hi everyone. This is a shortish story about Iggy and one of my OCs. We're going to assume they've been dating around two years. Ok, so this takes place after Max and the Flock presumably save the world. They live with Dr. M, Max, Fang, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, Ella, Total, and Akila. Now, without further ado... my story!

Danny POV:

I roll over in bed, smiling to myself. I look at my boyfriend, Iggy, and snuggle closer to him. He opens his eyes and smiles, planting a kiss on my forehead. He slips his arm around my waist and pulls me close. I sigh in contentment, but then my stomach lurches. I hurl the covers off me and slip out of his grasp, running into the bathroom connected to our room.

I kneel down next to the toilet and throw up violently. Iggy comes up behind me and holds my hair back as I puke my guts up. (charming image, isn't it?) When I'm finally finished, Iggy goes and gets me a glass of water. I gulp it down and realize that even though I just barfed up my brains, I don't feel that bad. I get up and make my way into the bedroom, grabbing baggy sweatpants and one of Iggy's giant sweatshirts and quickly getting dressed. I tie my hair up in a ponytail on top of my head, and am about to go downstairs when a horrible thought hits me.

"What day is it?"

"Friday," Iggy tells me.

"No, I meant the date. Whats the date?" I say frantically.

"Umm, I think it's the seventeenth," he says.

"Shit," I mutter under my breath.

I grab a pair of boots and jab them on my feet, tucking the too-long sweatpants into them. I grab Iggy's hand and tug him downstairs with me. I grab the keys out of the bowl by the door and shout out, "We'll be back in a little bit, Dr. M!"

I run out to the car, still pulling Iggy behind me. He takes my face in his hands and fruitlessly tries to meet my green eyes with his blue ones. "Danika McMillan, what is going on?" he asks sternly.

"I'm late. Get in the car," I tell him.

He shrugs, obviously not up to arguing it and gets in the passenger seat. I hop in and jam the key in the ignition, speeding down the street to the nearest CVS.

~Break~

I sit on the bed, gripping Iggy's hand tightly. The timer goes off and I tentatively look at the little stick thingie. Positive. F***.

"Iggy?"

"Yeah?"

"It's positive. I'm pregnant."

For a moment, I get no reaction. Not a smile, or a frown. Not a furrowed eyebrow. No flared nostrils. No clenched fists. Then, he pulls me into a bone crushing, inescapable hug.

"Okay," he murmurs into my hair.

"You're not upset?" I ask, pulling away so I can look at him.

"Of course not. I love you. I'm sure the baby will be wonderful," he says earnestly, kissing me on the forehead.

"One problem," I say.

"What's that?"

"What are we gonna tell everyone else?"

Well, he has no response for that.

"Let's not tell them. We can later just, not yet."

"What about Angel?" he asks.

"Ugh, I forgot about her. Damn that 8-year-old mind reading demon!"

"Mood swing? I hope?" he says tentatively.

"Of course. You know I love Angel. But I'll kill her if she says anything. You can talk to her about that."

A/N: So, how'd you like it? Good? Bad? Average? Tell me in a review. Flames welcome, reviews eagerly anticipated. See you soon!