"Amazon!" My head shot up, scared. I cowered away in fear, Frankie running into the kitchen with an angry look on her face. "You ate all of the bananas and used all of the ranch?" I held the jar of pickles closer to my chest.

"Maybe," I answered after swallowing the bit of pickle that was left in my mouth. She sighed and rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips.

"Seriously? You're eating this much?" She exclaimed throwing her hands in the air.

"Don't blame me! Blame Amelia!" I pointed to my eight month pregnant stomach.

"I know, I know. But the foods that you eat together are getting really disgusting."

"Mm-hmm," I nodded, not really paying attention. I pressed a pickle into the jar of peanut butter and started for my mouth when Frankie scoffed.

"Please tell me you aren't going to eat that!" She shuddered and started to walk away.

"It may be disgusting to you, but to me it's heaven!" I shouted after her, the pickle crunching after I bit down. Lash walked into the kitchen and laughed as he was pulling a Red Bull out of the fridge.

"My pregnant wife is holding a jar of pickles to her chest like they were her last hope for life... why does that not surprise me?" He walked over to me and ran his hand over my stomach. Amelia kicked and I groaned, nearly dropping the jar of pickles in surprise.

"Looks like she knows your touch." I told him while sitting the pickles on the table. He opened the energy drink and started to drink it. I licked my lips, suddenly craving potato skins. He looked at me and sighed, knowing that look.

"What is it you want?"

"Potato skins." I bit my lip in excitement.

"Flavor?" I shrugged.

"Any, all, whatever you can find." He nodded and grabbed the keys from their spot on the wall. I stood on my tip toes and kissed him. "Thank you, baby."

"S' what I'm here for." He took his energy drink with him as he left. I waddled into the living room and sat down next to Ralph.

"Who would've thought that when you met Lash, you'd be married to him and pregnant six years later?" Ralph poked my stomach, laughing when he felt a kick. "Does it hurt?"

"When she kicks?" He nodded, "no, not really. It's more uncomfortable than painful."

"Just think, in another month you'll be a mother. Excited?" I shrugged.

"To be a mother? Kind of. To see her again? Most definitely." I started to run my hands down my stomach and smiled when I felt her kick. "Amelia Rose Rooney, what do you think?" Ralph shrugged.

"It's up to you." I looked back down at my stomach.

"What do you think, huh? Do you like that name?" I asked and felt her kick. "It's unanimous, Amelia Rose Rooney shall be your name."

July 13th, 2012 5:12 am.

"Congratulations, Mr and Mrs. Rooney. It's a healthy baby girl." The doctor handed me Amelia and I smiled. Her eyes were closed and she was waving her hands around aimlessly, kicking her feet along with them. I wrapped the pink blanket around her tighter, holding her closer to my chest. The bed sunk beside me and Lash wrapped his arm around me. He pushed the hair on my forehead, slicked down from sweat, to the side.

"Look at her," I said breathlessly. "Our daughter." The tears started in my eyes.

"She's beautiful, just like her mother." Lash kissed my hair and I passed him Amelia, watching as he held her delicately. Someone knocked on the door and Frankie walked in, Ralph behind her. Frankie smiled and sat on the bed in front of us. Ralph stood beside me and I looked at Lash, waiting for him to give me the O.K. Lash nodded and I looked up at Ralph.

"Would you like to hold your Goddaughter?" I asked Ralph before he looked at me with a shocked expression.

"But, I thought you'd make Frankie her Godmother?" I shook my head and sat up straighter.

"We've talked it over. Bobby and Speed will be Jacob's Godparents, and Frankie and James will be our last's."

"And you're okay with this?" Ralph asked Frankie, not sure if he was actually hearing the truth.

"Absolutely; Ralph, she was your friend before she was mine. You deserve this." Frankie told him, rubbing his arm. He nodded and cleared his throat.

"Then yes, I'd like to hold her. That is, if you're okay with it." Lash stood up and walked over, handing Amelia over to Ralph. Ralph smiled at her, his green eyes sparkling from behind his glasses. Lash put his arm on Ralph's shoulder.

"Frankie's right, you deserve this. You've been a good friend to Amazon since you met her, and for that I am truly grateful. Even though I don't show it." Ralph nodded.

"Thanks man."

"You're welcome." Lash sat back down beside me and the two of us watched Ralph interact with Amelia.

2025

"Mom!" Amelia ran into the kitchen with a shocked expression on her face. For a thirteen year old she was extremely tall, almost reaching my height.

"What is it honey?" I asked, standing up from the kitchen table.

"Something weird happened today during gymnastics." Her face paled and Lash moved forward, coming closer.

"What happened?" He asked, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"I-I'd rather show you." Her arm stretched to the table and back, similar to the way Lash's did.

"Looks like you've finally come into your powers." I smiled, hugging her.

"My baby girl got my powers." Lash picked her up and spun her around. "Want to have a stretching contest in the backyard?" Amelia nodded anxiously and I rolled my eyes at the playfulness of the two.

"Don't break anything!" I shouted after them before I heard something fall and shatter.

"My fault, sweetie!" Lash's voice rang.

2028

Amelia slammed her messenger bag on the ground and loosened the tie around her neck. She insisted I keep her out of Sky High, not wanting to attend the school, so Lash and I put her in private school. I gave her a questioning glance and noticed the dirt on her clothes.

"What happened to you?" I asked, noticing the rips in her jacket and skirt. Her socks slumped down, whereas they'd normally be up around her knees. She had her wavy red hair pulled back in a pony tail, keeping it from cascading down her shoulders.

"I was jumped by some girls at school. They called me a freak." She growled, shoving herself into the seat beside me on the couch.

"You're not a freak," I assured her, pulling her closer to me. She stood and threw her arms out.

"But I am, mom! You don't get it! During school someone accidentally gave me a paper cut and it healed in like- two seconds! So they noticed and dubbed me a freak." I sighed and pulled her into the kitchen. "What are you doing?" I grabbed a sharp knife and slid the point against my palm. I showed her as a little blood slid out and the skin healed itself.

"If you're a freak, then so am I. I've had a healing ability since I was sixteen, same as you. But I got mine in a worse way, someone shoved a pole through my stomach." Her eyes widened. "There are advantages to having it, the only way we can actually die is if we're stabbed directly in the heart."

"I... I never thought of it like that." I nodded and placed the knife in the sink. I washed my hand off and dried it with a dish towel.

"Baby-girl, we're not freaks. Don't ever think of us like that. We're just special."

"I love you, mom."

"You too, sweetie." She hugged me and I kissed the top of her head.