A/N: I'll try to keep this one brief just by saying thank you all so infinitely much for the many reviews that I got last chapter, plus the favorites/alerts and even a message! I'm so incredibly thankful to have all of you wonderful people as my viewers and I hope to gain some more in the future. This next chapter will be posted into two parts so the wait wont be quite as long, and I also need some more help. I've been kinda flying by the seat of my pants with this story, so for the next part, they're going to tell someone/a few people about the baby. The question is, who will it be? If you can leave the answer to that in your reviews I will probably flail and scream and thank you a billion times, even if you can't hear me. Also, voting on the poll on my page would elicit the same result, just to let you know -cough-

Anyways, begin reading!

{Edited on 8/25/12}

Light streamed through the crack in the window, the sun finally getting high enough in the sky where it would shine just into Artemis's eyes. She blinked, shielding her face for a moment, before decided that rolling over just wasn't worth it. After finally managing to get Roy's arms off of her – one arm was wrapped tightly around her on her rib cage, while the other hand was splayed gently across her stomach, almost as if he was protecting the baby – she rolled out of bed and landed neatly on her feet.

Glancing back at Roy, who sprawled out in her empty space, snoring loudly with his mouth wide open. Shaking her head at him, Artemis quietly padded toward the bathroom. After relieving herself, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, poking and prodding at her stomach. She rolled her shirt - Roy's shirt - up and stared at herself. She was assuming she was at least four weeks along, having gotten to the morning sickness phase rather quickly, so there was still no bump. Turning sideways, she tried puffing out her stomach, bending backwards to make it more prominent.

"What are you doing?" Roy snickered from the doorway, his arms crossed with an amused expression.

"I'm trying to see what I'll look like once this watermelon grows," she answered, before groaning in frustration and giving up.

"Hey, don't call it a watermelon." He laughed and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. "That's a person in there."

"Yes, but it's my watermelon." She kissed his cheek, leaning into him as he rocked them back and forth. "I can call it whatever I want."

Roy shook his head, chuckling to himself, and immediately corrected her, "Our watermelon."

She paused as she realized exactly how strange that sounded. There really was a person in there, not a...fruit. "...We probably should stop calling it a watermelon."

"Better watermelon than it." He shook his head, spinning her around and lifting up her shirt. "But as far as what I can remember from health class, our watermelon is probably a bean right now. Or a grape."

She prodded her stomach, laughing quietly to herself. "Our little grape."

"...So what do you think our grape's gonna be?" he asked as he turned on the shower, back to her while he reached

"Well, I'm hoping for human," Artemis joked, watching him through the mirror as he took off of his shirt. She turned slightly to see his response, but her vision was blocked by the shirt as it flew back and hit her face. Letting it fall, she schooled her expression into that of an unamused one. Roy had already stepped behind the curtain by the time she finally gained her sight, boxers discarded on the floor as well. She bit her lip at the thought of him behind the curtain, hot water running down his shoulders and ridiculously toned chest, making it's way towards –

"I think it'll be a girl," he commented lightly, interrupting her thoughts.

She tugged at her – well, Roy's – shirt, contemplating pulling it over her head and joining him, "What makes you say that?"

"Just a hunch." He pulled the shower curtain back, hand outstretched to grab for a towel that was just out of his reach. His fingertips barely touched it when it was suddenly pulled away, and he raised an eyebrow as Artemis stood next to the counter, towel behind her back. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Stealing your towel," she half shrugged, as if it was obvious. "You should probably come get it."

"Give it back."

"No thanks, I like you...towel-less." The look in her eyes very nearly made him step out of the shower and grab her, but he held back, smirking to himself. His hand reached for the shower head, lifting it up out of its holder as she stood, unassuming. Her eyes narrowed. "...What's that look for?"

"What's what look for?"

"That look – AAGGH!" Roy let out a loud laugh as the water hit its target, soaking straight through Artemis's shirt and leaving her dripping wet. The grey t shirt stuck to her like glue and strands of flyaway hair were plastered to her face and neck. Her horrified and angry expression was enough to launch into more peals of laughter, making him back up until he hit the shower wall and leaning against it to support himself. "Roy! I am going to castrate you."

"Now what use would you have of me if you did that?" he snickered, tensing when he heard her footsteps across the tiled floor. "Arty...?"

Suddenly the curtain was wrenched open and Artemis stood, sopping wet and glaring at him. "Might as well join you now," she huffed, peeling off her shirt and stepping inside into his awaiting arms.

"You know we're going to have to tell them soon," Roy broke the comfortable silence that had settled over them as they sat in the living room. Artemis, who was positioned on the couch with her legs draped over his lap, looked up from her book with a raised eyebrow.

"Tell who what?" she asked, sitting up straighter and setting her book down on the table.

"Tell everyone about our...predicament."

A scowl settled on her face. She may have only known about this baby for two weeks now, but she wasn't going to refer to it – her – him as a predicament. The baby was not going to be a problem, a bug on her windshield, it was a baby. It was their baby. Anger boiled inside of her at the thought of it all. "Oh, you're referring to our baby as a predicament, now?"

"Sorry." He wasn't in any mood for a fight, especially not with his hot-headed girlfriend who's hormones were more out of whack than usual. "It still feels weird calling her our baby." He pulled her into his lap, running his fingers through her still-damp hair. She had left it down to dry – and because he begged her to.

"Our baby," she repeated as if she still couldn't believe it. She really couldn't; this seemed more like a dream than reality. Everything was moving by in a blur, but she found she didn't mind as much as she thought. But reality reared it's ugly head, and she was forced out of her stupor. "W-wait. Tell them? How-when? We can't...Oh no..."

"They're going to find out one way or another." He motioned to her stomach. "Better now than when our grape turns into a watermelon."

Better now than later, she told herself. She wasn't good at keeping secrets anyways. Telling them now would prevent a whole world of awkward and questioning later on. "So...today, then?"

"Today." He nodded solemnly, almost as if he was at a funeral rather than sitting at home with his arms wrapped around his girlfriend, watching television. Roy cupped her cheek with his large hand and kissed her forehead, letting his worry show for a moment. She didn't like seeing him like this. Roy had become a bit of a security blanket ever since they had gotten together. Even if she wasn't exactly emotional, it was nice to have someone who had his head on straight even more than she did. He was her rock, and when he was worried, she couldn't help but feel even more worried herself. But, what's the worst that could happen? They were their friends and family, it wasn't like they were going to completely abandon them...right?