Changes

"Everything's gonna change for you guys. The sooner you realize that, the easier things will be for you. For you and those babies. Especially since you're thinking about keeping them."


Artemis sighed, getting up. She crouched down next to Wally's unconscious form, nudging his shoulder, gently at first and then harder.

"Wally? Wally? Come on already Baywatch! Get your ass up!" She snapped, slapping his face.

Hard.

"Oww!" He yelped, rubbing his stinging cheek. "What did you do thatfor?" He whined. "Get up. You gotta tell your parents about the twins while I tell my Mom." Artemis ordered, now standing straight and tall.

Wally groaned, doing as she told him to.


When Wally got to his house, they were drinking their afternoon coffee and chit-chatting at the dining room table.

His Mother laughed at something his Dad said, something he didn't hear, and playfully smacked his arm while she kissed his cheek. That's when they noticed Wally, standing in the doorway between the dining-room and kitchen.

"Hi honey. How was your day? Would you like anything to eat?" Mary asked. She was still smiling, and Wally knew that that would be the last time he would see her smile for a long long time.

"N-no. No I'm good. Thanks though, Mom." Wally said, stuttering slightly at the beginning.

"Everything okay Wally?" Rudy asked, raising his eyebrow up at a slight angle. Wally sighed. "Artemis is five and a half weeks pregnant- with twins." He said, frowning.

Mary and Rudy for silent for a moment, before Mary spoke up. But she wasn't speaking to Wally, she was talking to her husband.

"Who do we know that wants kids but can't have any?"

Wait- what?

What was his Mom thinking? Oh wait- she wasn't. How could she possibly believe that him and Artemis were going to give their babies away to complete strangers, never to be seen again?

"Mom! Me and Artemis are ke-"

"Hush Wallace. You can barely take care of yourself, let alone two babies. Those babies need parents who can raise them and take care of them. Not a couple of teenagers running around in spandex!" His Moter hissed.

Wally stormed off up to his bedroom. He grabbed his black duffle bag and tossed about two weeks worth of clothes into it, along with his toiletries and cell phone charger.

He walked down stairs and poked his head into the kitchen.

"I'll be back when I run out of clothes."

And with that, he was gone.


Artemis sighed as she walked towards the front door of her and her Mother's apartment.

How would her Mom react?

When she opened the door, she found Paula sitting infront of the couch watching tv while drinking some tea. Paula turned her head and gave her youngest daughter a small but genuine smile. "I made tea, if you want any." She said softly.

"I'm good. But thanks anyway Mom." Artemis said, frowning.

"So... Did you tell Wally you were pregnant?" Paula asked, sitting her cup down on to the coffee table as she turned to face her daughter. "Yeah." Artemis nodded. "What he did say?" Paula asked.

"He said he was staying, and that he wasn't leaving the kids. And that he loved me." Artemis smiled at her Mother.

"Kids? You're having hai em bé?" Paula gasped. Artemis nodded. "Yes Momma; two babies." She said, wrapping her arms around her Mother's waist.

"Mẹ, I'm sợ hãi." She sniffled, a few random tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I know baby girl. I know you're scared. It's going to be hard." Paula cooed, stroking Artemis's hair. While Paula was comforting her daughter, there was a knock on the door.

Artemis got up, wiped away he tears, and opened the door. Wally was standing there, and he was seething with anger.

He actually scared Artemis.

"Wally...? Is... Is something wrong?" She asked.

"I need to break something. Is there anything here that I can break?" Wally asked. "We have an extra chair at the dining room table that you can break." Paula told him.

"Thank you Mrs. C." Wally nodded, walking towards the kitchen. Without saying any words to either of them, Wally grabs a chair from their kitchen, and carries it to his girlfriend's bedroom.

Artemis trailed after him the entire time, trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do to the chair, and what role her bedroom had to play.

That's when she saw whathe was doing. He opened up her window, and with nothing more then an angry yell, chucked the chair out and down to the alley floor. The sound that followed his yell was the sound of the chair splintering and cracking as it collided with the Earth.

"Wally? Can you tell me what's wrong?" Artemis asked, softly, putting her hand on his shoulder.

Wally turned to face her, his eyes eyes turning from outraged anger to love. He sighed, before telling her everything that happened with his Mom and Dad when he told them about the babies.

"Please tell me you're joking." She gasped. "Please tell me that what your Mom said to you was a lie!" She begged.

"Not a joke. She said every word." He groaned, sitting next to her on the bed.

"I can not believe she said that. I was expecting my Dad to say something like that- not my own Mom!" Wally cried, tugging at his firey locks.

"Do you think, that maybe... We should get our own place?" Artemis asked.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Well yeah. Gotham's not the safest place to raise a family. There's no way in hell that you're parents will allow us and the babies to stay with them- even if they did change their minds. I don't think Zatanna, Conner, or M'gann will appreciate living with two screeching newborns. And I have been to your Aunt and Uncle's house. There's barely enough room for them, let alone four more people." Artemis explained.

"So we either give the babies up-"

"Which we don't want to do." Wally interrupted.

"Or we move into our own place." Artemis added.

Wally sighed, holding her hand. "Good thing we have a bank account from the League and I have access to my college account. But how are we going to afford to pay for rent, buy food, and furniture?" He asked.

"The wonderful world of Flea Markets, Yard Sales, and Thrift Stores." She announced. Wally groaned, loudly.

"Welcome to my world, Baywatch. Welcome to my world."


Two babies- hai em bé
Mom- Mẹ
Scared- sợ hãi