"This is bad. This bad. This is bad. This bad. This is bad. This bad."
Wally just kept on repeating those three words over and over and over again. It was driving me insane! "Shut up!" I screamed, startling him. He looked as if he was a puppy an I'd kicked the living crap out of him. "I'm sorry but... Can you say anything else? Something besides "This is bad" please?" I begged him.
"What do you want me to say?" He scoffed. "We're seventeen. And as of- oh, ten minutes ago- we're seventeen and are going to have a kid in 35 weeks Artemis!" He said, repeating the cold, horrible reality of our lives.
He was, unfortenetly, telling the truth.
As of ten minutes ago, we had just learned that I was pregnant. A damn five inch long stick just ruined our lives in a matter of three minutes. Fuck me- oh wait, Wally already did.
That's why we're in this mess.
Everything before was fine- perfect actually! Dad is currently rotting away for the rest of his life in Belle Reve. Jade is off in some random place, not bothering me, Mom, or my friends. Me and Roy are on... Accepting terms. And me and Wally have been happily dating since New Years Day of 2012- that's over two years ago. Which is... 716 days longer then EVERYONE thought we would last.
Now we're having a baby? Fuck!
"Well you can say something else! You're smart! You know words!" I cried, fighting back the tears that so desperately wanted to flow freely. "Artemis! Please don't cry!" Wally begged me, running the short distance that was between us, before wrapping his arms tightly around me.
"We could always hide it." I mumbled into his chest. "What? No! We can't! We have to tell the League so they'll stop sending you on missions so we don't have to worry about you and the baby getting hurt." Wally said.
"Embryo. It's an embryo for another couple weeks, then it gets called a called a fetus. Then once it's born it gets called a baby." I couldn't help but correct him.
"How could this have happened?" I groaned, pulling away. "I'm on the pill, if there's no condom then we don't have sex, and I always take the morning after pill just in case. What went wrong?" I asked. I sat down on my bed, starring up at him. "Universe hates us." He shrugged.
"So who do we tell first? My folks or your Mom?" Wally asked, sitting beside me. "I want to keep it." I blurted out. Wally was silent, processing what I had said. Oh no. He didn't want the baby. He was going to break up with me because I want the ba-
The next thing I knew, was that Wally had pulled me in for a kiss, his hands pressed against the back of my head. I clutched his shirt between my fists, bringing him closer as he depended the kiss. I pulled away, resting my forehead against his, before it could go any further.
"I love you." Wally told me.
"I love you too."
"So who do we tell first?" He asked. "Maybe we should confirm the pregnancy first. I don't wanna tell the team, then just have the test be a false positive." I muttered. "So how late are you?" He asked. I shrugged. "Three weeks, more or less."
"Three weeks?" He yelped.
"I've been really stressed lately because of missions and school and graduating this year! And when I'm stressed I'm late! But this time I was late and sick. So I took a test." I cried. "What time is it?" Wally asked. Wow. Great way to change the subject, Baywatch.
"Noonish." I shrugged. "C'mon, I know a clinic in Steel City that does appointments for free." He said, scooping me into his arms and running from my home in Gotham to the clinic he mentioned in Steel City.
Why was I so nervous?
It's just an appointment to confirm what the pregnancy test had told me and Wally. Nothing too... Major. A couple of blood tests done, an ultra sound, a possible prescription for prenatal vitamins and other pills I'll need to take during the next eight or so months of hell Wally caused for me.
Okay.
Technically it's not all his fault. I blame my birth control, his condoms, and the morning after pill for not doing the damn job they were created for;
To prevent girls like me (teenagers) from getting knocked up.
"Artemis Crook? Dr. Peters will see you know." The nurse at the front desk said, pronouncing my last name wrong. "It's Crock. Not Crook. Crock. Like cock but with an 'R'." I hissed, as me and Wally followed another nurse to the exam room.
Dr. Peters reminded me of Black Canary: young, blonde, smart, and really pretty.
"So Artemis, can you tell me why you're here?" She asked. Why would she ask? This is a pregnancy clinic! The only reason why I'm here is because my horny boyfriend got me pregnant!
I wanted to say that, but I didn't.
"The test came out positive. We just want to make sure it was right before we told our friends and family." I said.
"Alright. Can you tell me when the first day of your last period was?" She asked. "Christmas." "That would make you six weeks and four days. Could you please lift up your shirt while I get the ultra sound machine ready?" She requested.
I lifted up my shirt, revealing my flat, toned stomach. The gel was fucking cold against my skin, and Dr. Peters put a lot on me. She set the wand against my belly, rubbing it around the gel, as her, me and Wally stared at the screen.
Judging by the way she tensed up and the fact that I heard Wally mutter "Oh my God." I could tell that they seen something that I didn't.
"What's wrong?" I asked, expecting for Dr. Peters to tell me that the baby didn't have a heart beat or that there was something visibly wrong with it.
"Honey, you're having twins."
"What!" I yelped, sitting up.
"Twins. There's one amniotic sack and two embryos which means that you are having identical twins. Both heart beats are strong and healthy. Would you like to hear?" She asked. "Okay." I said.
I could hear them, clear as day. Two fast and steady heart beats. One was slightly slower then the other. Not enough to cause any alarm, but enough for me and Wally to be able to tell the difference.
"I'm putting your due date at October 10th." She told us, printing out the photos for us. We scheduled a second appointment for next month and left.
"Wally. I'm scared. About us having twins." I mumbled, as he dropped me off back home. "It'll be okay. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." He said, kissing my cheek.
"Who do we tell first? Our family? The Team? Or the League?" I sighed, wrapping my arms around his waist as I rested my head on his chest. "First the Team, then our parents. I'll ask Uncle Barry to tell Batman and the rest of the League." He told me.
"My Mom's gonna kill me."
"Now why would I do that?"
I gasped, pulling away from Wally, seeing my Mom in her chair near my doorway. Her eyebrow was raised with her arms crossed. I knew that look. That was her "Tell me what's wrong or else" look.
I hate that look.
"I'm gonna go talk to my parents. Love you." Wally told me, kissing me. He said goodbye to my Mother before leaving out my bedroom window. I sighed, looking at my feet. I refused to cry. I was not going to cry when I told my Mom that her only child that she was proud of was 17 and pregnant with twins.
"Mom... We need to talk..."