A/N: Chapter 2! This story is taking over my life. It's like, 2 in the morning and I can't sleep, because every time I try, I get dreams of Archie in my head, telling me to write his story. I hate you, Archie. You've turned me into an insomniac.
"I can't believe we're actually doing this." Kyra said apprehensively as we drove to her first ultrasound. Since she was 2 months pregnant, we got to see the little peanut shaped baby blob around and do nothing. Exciting. Actually, I was really excited. We wouldn't be able to tell if it was a boy or girl yet, but the thought of seeing my kid was overwhelming. I never got tired of saying that. My kid, my kid, my kid.
"I know. It feels out-of-body. We're going to see our baby. Our ugly, shrivelled up baby." I said sarcastically. Kyra whacked me upside the head.
"Don't be mean. What if it looks like you? Will it still be ugly?" Kyra retorted cynically. I smirked at her.
"Nope. Then it will be beautiful and sexy-gorgeous." I clarified. She shot me a look out of the corner of her eye.
"Yeah, okay." She said in a mock-stupid voice. I nodded superiorly, knowing damn well what I was talking about.
"In all honesty, I don't give a crap what it looks like. I just don't want it to have muscular dystrophy. It can be genetic, and I really hope it takes more after you in that department." I explained to Kyra. She grinned softly, stroking my arm comfortingly.
"Don't worry. I'm sure it won't. And if it does, so what? It still has two parents that love it." Kyra encouraged me. As much as she wanted to, she didn't understand. MD gave me a life of misery, in and out of hospitals, ridicule from my peers… I just couldn't bear the thought of my baby going through all that.
"I guess." I shrugged, not trusting what Kyra had said. I know she had been worrying about the same thing- I overheard her talking to Patrice on the phone the night before.
"I wish we could find out the gender today. I hate calling our baby 'it'." Kyra sighed. I agreed. I just wanted to know really so I could stop worrying about the whole MD problem, as girls couldn't get the kind of MD I had.
"Here we are." I heaved a sigh, trying to clam my enclosing nerves. I really didn't know why I was so nervous, I just was.
Kyra and I walked hand in hand to the ultrasonic room. A female nurse, also Kyra's midwife, Bella, was sitting on the rolling stool, doing something with the machine. She turned around and greeted us with a smile.
"Hi, Kyra. Just lie down on the bed and I'll be with you in one second." Bella chirped in her content little voice. Personally, she annoyed the shit out of me, but Kyra seemed to like her, so she was okay by me.
"Sure." Kyra replied, hoisting herself onto the table and pulling her shirt up to the base of her bra. Now that I really looked, I could see the little bump protruding from her skin. She was skinny, so even with her little mound she looked normal sized. I slid my hand over her miniscule bulge, starting at her pant line and sliding up. It felt hard for the first couple inches, and then felt just like a regular, un-pregnant belly. Weird.
"Okay, we're all set. Sorry, dear, this may be a bit cold." Bella warned her, squeezing blue gel all over Kyra, who flinched at the cold. I was sitting on a wheelie chair beside her, and I grabbed her hand.
As Bella moved this nubby thing gradually across Kyra's belly, the screen about us flashed to life. I saw tears prick in Kyra's eyes as she looked at our baby for the first time. Don't tell Kyra, but it actually looked really gross. I mean, that was a picture from inside her body.
"Well, you're definitely having multiples." Bella informed us. Kyra and I exchanged glances. A shiver went up my spine and I felt numb. Multiples?
"Really?" Kyra asked, just as stunned as I was, if not more.
"Yep. See? There are two little guys in there." Bella gestured to two little blobs on the screen.
"Damn." I said, sounding more like Da-yum. Kyra swatted my gut, winding me.
"Shut up, you idiot." She snapped jokingly. Bella raised one eyebrow at me, which I responded to with a smile.
We got the picture DVD and headed out. Once we had gotten in the car, I began freaking out.
"What the hell? How did that even happen? I shouldn't even be able to have one kid, let alone two. How does that even work?" I gushed out all my thoughts. Kyra shrugged.
"I don't know. Magic?" She said straight-faced as she pulled out of the parking lot. I gave her a look. "I'm kidding. God, are you stupid?"
"I know." I said, purposely making it sound like I didn't. She snorted a laugh and hit me on the arm.
"You're a moron." Kyra smirked at me as she pulled into our driveway. I swung my legs over the side and clambered out, shutting the door with my hip. We went inside and collapsed on the couch. I put my arm around Kyra, and she snuggled up to me, looking at the ultrasound pictures.
"We're too young for this." I groaned, thinking over how much money, time and energy a pair of twins would take up. Most kids my age are sleeping in and trying to get into college. Why in the name of Jesus can't I have a normal life for five seconds?
"How do you think I feel? I'm gunna get huge and fat and not be able to do anything." Kyra complained, examining her stomach as if she was getting bigger by the second. I rolled my eyes.
"Kyra, you're pregnant. With twins. Of course you're going to get huge. That doesn't mean you're fat, it means you're pregnant. So get over it." I reminded her, praying to God that I wasn't going to have to deal with this for the next six months.
"This sucks. If only we knew we could do this before, we could've been more careful." Kyra pouted miserably, obviously not loving the whole 'twins' idea.
"Well, what if I get worse? By the time I'm 25, how do you know that I wasn't going to completely lose all use of my muscles down there? I mean, I know this is going to suck for you, but these might be the only kids we can ever have." I rationalized.
"I'm happy, Archie, don't get me wrong, but I just wish this was happening 5 or 6 years from now. We just got out of high school. And how in the hell am I supposed to support two babies on a Dairy Queen salary?" She moaned, her head lolling back against my shoulder. I smoothed her hair back.
"Don't worry. Money will be tight, but we can do it." I comforted her, hoping she would stop making me this of the negatives. It was a weird feeling. I was terrified, I mean, a pair of little half-me's are growing inside my girlfriend. How creepy is that? Just thinking about it makes me completely grossed out. You have no idea how weird it is. At the same time, I was really happy. I wasn't even supposed to be able to have one kid, and now I was having two. I wish we were older and more stable, but beggars can't be choosers.
"Did you ever think it would be us having kids so early?" Kyra asked after a long pause. Honestly, I never did. I remember thinking about how Lucy was so slutty and bound to be pregnant by 16. I guess karma's a bitch.
"Never. We just didn't seem like the type. Like, you're not a slut or anything. It was just one little mistake." I shook my head. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we're having kids. Just not when we're 19.
"I know. I didn't believe the doctor at first. It was just one time…" Kyra concurred. She looked glumly at me. Her blue eyes still took my breath away, even after all the years I had been with her.
"Well, there's no going back now." I shrugged. Of course, there was still abortion, but I wasn't even going to say that to Kyra. She'd get really pissed off, and she'd never go for that, anyway.
"I'm still in shock. I guess we should start collecting baby stuff." Kyra laughed nervously. "And the nursery… it feels weird, having to talk about nurseries and baby supplies."
"I know. We might as well wait another ten weeks until we know the genders. Wouldn't it be great if we bought a bunch of girl clothes and painted the nursery pink, and they ended up both being boys?" I joked sarcastically.
"Yeah. Gay boys." Kyra retorted sarcastically.
"Gay is okay, Kyra!" I said in a fake little voice. Kyra slapped my ribs with the back of her hand.
Just then, there was a loud knock at the door. Kyra looked at me, as if she was asking me if I had invited someone over. Which I hadn't. I shrugged and got up to answer the door.
I leaned against the wall, pulled open the door, and put my crutch back on. I did a double take as I saw who was standing at our doorstep.
"Uh… hi, guys. What are you…?" I trailed off. Brett, Lucy and Kendra were standing outside, each with a serious look on their face.
"Can we come in?" Brett asked frankly. I was slightly taken aback by their presentation, and I didn't really understand why the hell they were here.
"Sure?" I said, stepping aside as the three filed in. I walked them into the living room, where Kyra was lying on the couch where I left her, eating corn puffs right out of the box while watching Wipe Out.
"Aha! Archie, did you see that fail? He just totally- oh, hi, guys. What's crackin'?" Kyra asked coolly, giving me a confused look.
Lucy and Kendra sat on either side of Kyra, and Brett flopped down on the leather beanbag chair. Lucy and Kendra were exchanging anxious glances while Kyra sat there awkwardly.
"Uh, 'sup guys?" Kyra said, cocking one of her eyebrows. No response. "Okay, this is just weird. Will someone please say something?"
"Is it true, Kyra?" Lucy almost whispered, her eyes darting down to Kyra's stomach. Kyra followed her glance.
"What? Oh, yeah." She nodded, very chill. That was Kyra for you. She always put on a strong face in front of other people; always acted like whatever happened was no big deal. She did the same thing when her house burned down. It's just her way of coping.
"Really?" Lucy squealed. Brett gave me an alarmed look. I smirked and nodded scarcely. His jaw dropped.
"Yep. Twins. Wanna see the pictures?" Kyra said, as if she was asking who wanted pepperoni, or something. Lucy and Kendra's eyes widened and their mouths hung a bit open, reminding me of fish.
"Oh, my God." Lucy cupped one manicured hand around her mouth as Kyra handed her the ultrasound pictures. She scanned through them and passed them to Brett. Brett nodded at me, as if he were saying 'That's hardcore'. Which it wasn't. Not really.
"Alright, Archie! Not only did you knock up your girlfriend, but with twins? Atta be." Brett said as he flipped through the pictures. Lucy hit him upside the head.
"Brett!" She scoffed, embarrassed by his lack of… IQ points.
"Its fine, Luce." Kyra reassured her. Still, Lucy glared at Brett, so bad that I thought she would melt holes in his head. He didn't seem to notice or care.
"We should get going, Luce." Brett said, getting to his feet. We walked them to the door and said goodbye.
"Use a condom!" I called jokingly at Brett. He flashed me a thumbs up over his head, without looking back. Kyra swatted me over the head. "Ow!"
"I can't believe you just said that." She shook her head and rolled her eyes. Oh, crap. Why did I have to piss her off? Now she was going to get all angry. Great.
"Sorry." I shrugged, heading back to the T.V. As I put my arm over Kyra, something struck me, leaving me more confused than ever. Kendra hadn't said anything the whole time she was here. Plus, she never wanted to look at the ultrasound pictures. What was up with her?
A/N: Sorry for not updating. I was on a 2 week cruise of the Mediterranean. This is kind of a long chapter… Thanks to Annabeth the Unicorn for the suggestion of the little twist I threw in at the end of the chapter. I'm working on another fanfic (for Maximum Ride, not 13), so the updates may be a bit slower. Feel free to bug me for updates- it'll keep me motivated!