Chapter 7- seeing is believing

Wally's POV

"Wally!"

"Yeah."

"Can you come in here for a second?"

"Sure." I call as I speed into the bedroom, upon entering the bedroom, I noticed 2 things; 1) it appeared a tornado had been through our closet, and 2) my wife was wriggling around trying to fit into a pair of skinny jeans, which would normally be fine except, you know, she's pregnant and just started to show.

"We're going to have to tell people soon." I say leaning against the door frame of the absurdly large wardrobe

"Over my dead body." She pants giving me a deadpan look as she's lying flat on the floor trying to button up her dark blue jeans using gravity to pull the baby backward making the small bump smaller. I'd laugh, but with mood swings at the moment I'm likely to get hexed, which usually hurts but oh my god her powers seem to have gotten stronger.

"Don't you dare laugh at me Wallace, I'm fat and none of my God damn clothes fit. You want to know why because I'm a size four and size fours don't usually get pregnant"

Must. Fight. Grin. Damn it the grins spread across my face, no I've got to take cover.

She mutters something about satanic gingers.

"Babe, it's not that bad, just wear a skirt."

"Aren't you listening to me. None of my clothes fit me, because they are all tailored to fit me exactly, they're all slim fitting, for a slim person. You did this to me, you made me fat, so fix it." She yells.

"I didn't hear you complaining when-."

"Do not finish that sentence, I'm late for work, I'm hungry, and I'm hormonal. I will hex your butt so hard you'll be wishing you had captain cold's gun to soothe the pain."

Note to self never impregnate my wife again. "Alright, I've got a solution that won't give our poor child brain damage from a pair of too tight jeans."

"I don't think that can happen."

I ignore her input "why don't you wear a pair of my jeans and-"

She cuts me off, "Babe, you're almost a foot taller than me, no amount of rolling will fix that."

"Would you listen, take an older pair cut the legs to shorts, then do that fashion thing you do, ooh ooh and wear that black blazer I like."

"That's actually not a bad idea. Have you been watching DIY YouTube videos again?"

I avoid eye contact. So what if I have, it was on my recommended videos list. I change the subject quickly, "So Jinx, when are you going to take temporary leave from heroing, because I don't think a baby should really be fighting the good fight as a foetus maybe as a two or three year old, but not as a foetus."

"Wally? I'm fine, the baby is going to be fine. I was reading and I was reading a parenting book and it was saying that baby's a pretty durable."

"Durable doesn't mean bulletproof." I say moving closer putting my forehead on hers

"Wally."

"Jinx."

Then as quick as a flash I whirl away to the other side of the room and throw a pillow at her then, the unbelievable happens, the pillow doesn't hit her, her body glows a dark purple colour and with a burst of energy coming from her lower abdomen it bounces back to me. The energy came from the baby.

"Oh my God." Jinx says wild eyed throw the stream of feathers that had peppered the air.

"Did the baby just?" I ask.

"It kicked me, at the same time. Like it was kicking the pillow away without being able to see it. Wally it was protecting me." She tells me.

"I'm not sure how to react to this, is it still kicking?"

"Yeah, want to feel?" she asks pulling my hand toward her, I smile as I feel the small foot pressing against my hand.

"That's weird."

"Hey little baby." She says with a high voice, cupping the little bump in her hand, it's quite possibly the cutest thing I've ever seen her do.

"What?" she asks looking up at me with a funny half smile, pulling at the corners of her mouth.

"I love you."

"I love you too Wally." She says as I kiss her forehead before speeding off to work.

About an hour later I got a text, ultrasound tomorrow at 3:00pm.

We're going to see the baby.

Jinx's POV

(The next day)

God life's crazy at the moment, I've been running around like a madwoman because I've got this new line coming out, I'm on patrol still almost every night, much to my husband's dismay, and we're finally seeing the baby in its first ultrasound. Wally's been relentless about me going on leave until after the baby's born, I said I'd go on leave once I started showing and we told people. Unfortunately that day is coming sooner and sooner not being able to get my jeans on yesterday proved that. But the baby protecting me, that's weird, I've never heard of that happening before.

"This is your fault." I say softly to the small bump, prodding it with a small smile, It's pretty weird that two people bump uglies and boom that starts off a whole new life. I have no idea how we're going to tell everybody. The next meeting's not for a month or two. But we'll probably go to visit Robin and his team at the main tower in Jump to sort out all the details and get me temporarily removed from the active roster. I'm sort of dreading telling Wally's family, because I know once we do they'll all be so excited, and ask me all sorts of questions I won't have answers to. Like the sex, are we going to find that out? We've not really talked about it. I guess we probably will, who know, knowing Wally and I we probably won't even know until we get there.

I arrive at the doctor's office ahead of my always late for everything husband. I sign in using the electronic thing by the desk, it takes a few attempts, I mean I thought my powers hated technology before I was pregnant but now, it's like a whole new level, I have to concentrate so hard to not blow anything up. Maybe it's from the crazy emotions, I mean my powers are controlled by emotions, so that would make sense, oh God well we know the kid's going to have powers, that won't be fun.

They call my name as Wally walks through the doors. "Cutting it a little close babe." I tell him quirking my eyebrows in a manner which meant I wanted and explanation.

"Sorry, honey an emergency came up at work." He says with a smile, meaning he'd had some kind of here incident and not called me. For the fourth time this week.

We walk into the consulting room, the doctor's sitting there waiting for us, she stands up to greet us and stretches out a hand to shake. "Hello I'm Doctor Friedman, You must be the West's."

"Yes I'm Wally and this is my wife J." he says with a flirty smile, she's very young, and some people would say she's pretty, jealousy pings through me, God I haven't felt like this since I was a teenager.

"Is this your first time being parents?"

"Yeah." I say

"I can tell you from my own experience, your first pregnancy is scary, people tell you all these horror stories about it, but with the advances in modern medicines hard anything ever goes wrong. Alright, so today I'm going to perform an ultrasound and that will test for Down syndrome. You'll see the baby's head outline of the body, unfortunately you'll have to wait until the next scan to know the gender. Once we've done this I'll give to a print out and a prescription for some prenatal vitamins, then I'll see you in a few weeks."

The gel is cold against my skin, as she waves the wand thing over my slightly protruding stomach, and we see a blob on the screen. That's all everyone always says how incredible it is to see your baby for the first time. It's a blob on a screen, it's barely in existence.

As we walk out the office, Wally whispers

"Now let's talk names."

"Later, I promise, I've got to get back to the shop." I want to stall this conversation for as long as possible as I know it's going to be insufferable.

"I think we should name it Wally." My husband pipes up later in the evening, from our position on the sofa.

"What?" I say utterly confused looking up from my sketchbook, I'd been designing a new range.

"The baby."

"I'm not even though the first trimester and you're already trying to ruin our child's life." I joke.

His response is a pout,

"Tell you what," I say, "We can both keep listing off random names until we find one we can both agree on

"Okay." He says with great excitement, he'd been positively giddy all week and he'd been treating me like a breakable object all week, I'd just about persuaded him to let me go on patrol.

I found a piece of scrap paper on the table; to write down favourites, I folded it in half one side for girl one for a boy.

"You start seeing as you started all this."

"Okay, hmm lets see, Nala and simba."

"We are not naming our child after lion king characters."

"Fine. How about Rose and milo.

"Mmm too normal for us, however if it's a girl I think its middle name should be Rose."

"Yeah I like that." He says with a smile. "So if you don't want normal names, how about Daenerys and Bran?"

"We aren't naming our child after game of thrones characters."

"Fine what about Hermione and Neville?"

"No. I love harry potter as much as the next person, but seriously our kid could have witchy powers, no."

"Tasmin and Jake."

"You really want our kid to be teased. Tasmin leads to Taz, leading to Tasmanian devil, which will happen escpecially, if he/she/it is a speedster."

He looks disheartened at this, so I give him a quick kiss on the cheek making him smile again.

"What about Rob and Kourtney?" He asks.

"No more reality TV for you. No more Kardashians. Ever. It's just embarrassing."

"Embarassing? I'm about to spend 1,500 dollars on a crib I at least want to make sure that Robin can sleep in it too."

I shoot him a withering look, I don't know what's sadder, the fact a grown man is quoting the Kardashians or the fact that he's made me sit through so many episodes that I know that the quote is for real, well at least half for real. "You aren't Scott Disick."

"Yeah you're right I'm lord Disick."

"You're a despicable human being." I say in a flat montone.

"But I'm your despicable human being."

"Yes, and we're naming our human being that is currently in my uterus, therefore I get veto power on the name."

"I don't think that's fair."

"No uterus, no opinion."

"Now who's quoting tv shows? Heh."

This earns him a shake of the head in disdain.

"My dear lady disdain!" he cries out in a fake British accent.

"Please don't quote Shakespeare."

"For stony limits cannot hold love out."

"Now you're mixing up 2 plays, well done, your high school lit teacher would be so proud." I say clapping sarcastically.

He takes a bow.

"You're such a pain in the ass."

"But I'm your pain in the ass."

"It was cute the first few times but now it's getting old you can't use that excuse whenever I call you something that's meant to be insulting." I try to reason. Then I remember logic and reason usually don't have an effect of insane people who wear spandex for fun then run around saving people and have friends who do the same thing."

"Okay now we've established I'm a pain in the ass, how about we name the baby, Wally?"

"Daniella and Dominic?" I ask ignoring him.

"Oh you like the D do you?" he asks me with a wink.

"As a matter of fact I do, isn't that kind of how we got into this predicament? Idiot."

He grins stupidly, oh god is he going to be like this for the next eight months.

"I like Dominic, but not Daniella, I mean it's a nice enough name but I don't really see our kid going by that. What about Willow and felix?"

"You mean pull a will smith and name our children the opposite gender form of our own name. in that case our child's name still be Jinx and anyway I don't think the female of Wallace would be willow, maybe Willa but not Willow."

"Yeah I suppose, I think we should let the titans decide."

"No because then we'd end up with a child called tofu waffle West-sior."

"Sounds tasty." He jokes his blue eyes sparkling.

"I got it!" he exclaims.

"You thought of a name, a real one this time?" I ask.

"Indigo! You know because we live in the gem cities, it's a rare gem. What do you think?"

"Indigo." I say trying it out, it's a name that just rolls off my lips with ease

"Yeah, I like it, Indigo Rose West-Sior, or Dominic Barry West-Sior." He says

"Why Barry? Why not Rudolph then I'd have two reindeers." I tease

"I don't know Barry's just such a huge part of my life, it just seems right."

"I know what you mean. Great now that the name thing is sorted, can we change the channel, because I hate documentaries."

"Done."

It's nearly ten a clock and with the name issue resolved we'd been sitting on the sofa curled up together when the phone rang. I'd been half asleep on Wally's lap.

"Yeah….What?!...I'm on my way." He says rushing up out of his seat

"What's wrong?" I ask sleepily.

"Barry's in trouble, I'll explain later."

"Be careful." I tell him.

"I love you." He says kissing me quickly.

"I love you too." I tell him before he runs off I shout after him "Seriously, flash, I mean it you got a kid to come home to now."

Sorry for the cliffy, I don't own teen titans. So I fell off my horse yesterday and I'm now at home because I've ruptured a ligament in my back, go me! I'm so good a life, in fairness it's all mum's fault.