I finally found out "sweetheart" in Korean!

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Puck: POV

I didn't wake up in any better mood. Last night was a mindfuck I wasn't prepared for. I'm going to be a father! To two babies! My dumbass wasn't the best with using condoms so I don't know why I'm so surprised but fuck! I was!

I didn't go to breakfast. I wasn't hungry. I didn't even get up to take a shower. Finn and I just laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Dads." He said suddenly.

I blew out a breath. "Us? Yep."

"Dads." He was quiet for a while. "I never had a dad."

"My dad was shit. You know that. They're not all they're cracked up to be."

I could feel him staring at me. "But it's gonna be us."

My stomach felt like it was rolling as I looked at him. "Yeah. Us."

He looked freaked out. "I don't know anything about babies! The last baby I ever saw was Nic!"

"Me too!" Like I knew what the fuck I was doin?!

"Yeah but you took care of Nic until the courts gave her to Bubbie. You know what to do."

I thought about it. I did take care of Nic for almost five years before CPS took her (and me) away. "But I was just winging it. I never knew what I was doing."

"But she survived."

He was right. "Maybe I can do it?"

"You can." He nodded once. "It's me I'm worried about."

"Come on, Finn." I scoffed. "You're a total leader."

"No way."

"You're captain of the football team and basketball team. Everyone looks up to you. I look up to you." I said that last part quiet.

"You do?" He sat up.

I turned away. "Don't get weird."

"Come on! Tell me! How do you look up to me?" I could hear his sheets moving.

"Well you're a fucking giraffe."

"Puck!"

I made a face. "You're a good dude, ya know? You think of other people and stuff. You try to do the right thing. Even if it makes other people upset."

He was quiet so long, I thought he left or something so I turned back but this stupid motherfucker was smiling his ass off!

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"You're my best friend, too."

"I never said that!"

"But it's what you meant."

"You're so fucking weird!"

"Whatever. You love me."

"Don't say that shit again in here!"

"But it's true." He was grinning ear to ear.

"You know what? I'm leaving. I don't need this shit." I sat up.

"Puckerman!" A grunt was heard at the door. We both turned to see a guard.

"What?" I snapped.

"Visitation." He walked off.

I swung my feet to the floor. "It's Bubbie."

"Are you going to tell her about Honey and Big A?" Finn asked.

I winced. "She's going to hit the roof. You know she had my moms at nineteen and Moms had me at sixteen."

"Now you're going to be a dad at seventeen."

I facepalmed. I turned seventeen less than two weeks ago. "She's going to fucking kill me."

"Good luck." He laid back down.

I waved and walked out. I went to the visitation room and walked through the door. Bubbie and Nic were there like every week.

I shuffled over and sat down. "Hey."

"Hi, Noah!" Nic hugged me.

I patted her back.

"How are you, Noah?" Bubbie asked. "You look a little spooked."

Spooked? Was I spooked? Yes. Yes, I was fucking shook. "Oh."

"What's going on?"

I kept quiet.

"The guard said we only had half an hour because you've lost privileges."

I grimaced. I forgot about fighting the guards with Chang. "Yeah, I got in a fight last night."

"With who?"

I pursed my lips. "Chang and I got a little heated with some guards."

"You were fighting guards?! What is wrong with you?!"

"I was pissed!" Why was she yelling at me? I didn't even tell her the upsetting part!

"They will keep you in here longer! Don't you know that?!"

I sighed. "Alright! Alright!"

"Don't "alright" me! Do you understand that I want you out of here?!"

"Bubbie, I'll be out in like four months!"

"That's too long! Don't you think if you're good, the judge will let you out early?"

I snorted on the inside. That crooked fucking judge would rather see me rot here until I was eighteen. "Okay, Bubbie."

"If you don't want to listen to me, Noah-"

"Bubbie, it's not that. I just have to tell you something. Something important."

"I'm listening." No, she wasn't. She had her I'm-judging-you face on.

"Bubbie, this is serious. It's going to change my life."

"More than jail?"

"I'm not in real jail."

"Humph!"

"Bubbie, just listen." I took a deep breath before looking at Nic, who was staring me dead in my face. "Hey, Runt? Go read the flyers on the wall."

"No!" She whined. "I wanna hear!"

"You don't need to hear. Go look."

She stomped off.

"What is it?" Bubbie looked freaked out. "Are you sick? You're sick, aren't you?!"

"Bubbie!" I grabbed her hands before she had a meltdown. I should just say it. "I knocked up Mama and Kick."

"What?"

"I knocked up Mama and Kick."

"You-?"

"Knocked up. Mama and Kick."

Her mouth fell open and her eyes got big. "You *what*?!"

"Bubbie, calm down!"

She snatched her hands from me and began hitting me. "What is wrong with you?! How could you do this! How is it even possible?! You're seventeen!"

"Ma'am!" A guard hit the table with a stick. "Hands off the detainee!"

She sat down and folded her arms.

He walked off.

She glared at me. "Explain yourself."

I swallowed. "I don't know. I don't want you to look at them no different."

"I haven't even met these girls."

"But you're already thinking of them badly."

She lifted her nose. "I've got an open mind. Tell me. How did this happen?"

So I told her what the girls told us about the pregnancy pact.

She stared at me with wide eyes. "Who does that?!"

"They wanted to be in Mini Mama's corner."

"But you didn't know about this until last night?"

"Nope."

"Why didn't you use condoms?!" She hissed.

"I don't really use condoms." I shrugged.

She looked like she was about to hit me again. "Noah-!"

"Just help me figure out what to do! They act like they don't want me around!"

"What?!"

"Yeah! They didn't plan on us guys wanting to be around our kids!"

She rubbed her forehead. "This is a mess."

"Yeah." I dropped my head.

"Well you're going to have to convince them otherwise. You're going to be in your kids' lives!"

"I want to. You know my dad was shit- sorry, Bubbie. He was dirt. I won't be like that. Poppin up every couple years to ruin things. Deny my kids. Be a complete waste of space. I'm gon do better than that. I have to."

"I know, Noah. You're nothing like your father." She grabbed my hands. "You need to sit these girls down and work something out. You said they won't be getting out until they turn eighteen. Where are these children going to live until then?"

I thought about it. How were we going to take care of these kids? I was emancipated from a drug addict mom, who I still lived with while they were in juvie for years.

"You need to talk to these girls, Noah."

I did.

C-E-L-L

Tina: POV

I've never had Mike mad at me before and I felt just awful about it. I never thought he'd not be able to be in the same room as me.

Friday was a complete disaster and it felt worse because us girls decided to tell our families. Just so we could get it out of the way.

Snix and Britt-Bratt wrote their parents, Z called hers and Reagan saw her mother yesterday. Elle Woods was seeing her parents tomorrow while Flip refused to tell her family and Honey, Queen Bee and Shadow said the important people in their family knew. Streisand was telling her parents with me today.

We waited in line for visitation until they called her name. She went through the door and I saw her sit down with her dads.

A few moments went by before a guard called my name. I went through the door right as one of her dads shouted, "What?!"

She must have told them. I went up to my parents, who brought my grandma. I wanted to tell everyone at once and these were all of my family in the world. Well besides a few distant relatives in Korea.

I sat down. "Hi."

"Hi, Tina!" Mom hugged me. "I've missed you, sweetheart!"

"Thanks, Mom." I smiled briefly.

"How are you, sweetheart?" Baba asked as he brushed my hair back from my face.

"I'm okay. I feel a little queasy."

"You eat kimchi. Make you feel worse then you feel better." Grandma nodded once.

"I don't think I can eat that pregnant." I waited for their reactions.

"Of course you can!" Grandma was the first to speak. "I ate it many time with your father."

"Pregnant?" Mom whispered.

"I'm pregnant." I said.

Baba rubbed his hand over his mouth but said nothing.

Mom burst into tears. "Oh, Tina!"

I felt low. I didn't count on their feelings when deciding to do this. It seems to be a reoccurring theme with me.

"How did this happen? You're surrounded by girls!"

"Not every Friday night." I mumbled.

"What's every Friday night?!"

"The boys from Shue's come over for a dance."

"The boys from Shue's." She echoed.

"Our brother juvie."

"Juvie boys?!"

"I love him, Mom!"

"Him?! Is that that boy you were telling us about?! You said he was an upstanding member of society!"

"And he is! He didn't do it!"

"Do what?! Oh my goodness, Tina, you're fifteen!"

"I know but I made this decision by myself!" I clapped a hand over my mouth.

"You what? You did this on purpose?!"

I told them about the pregnancy pact.

Baba put his head in his hands and his elbows on the table.

Mom just stared at me in shock.

Grandma started laughing.

"Grandma!" I frowned. "It's not funny! I was being a good friend!"

"A good friend!" Mom threw up her hands. "Tina, you're not getting out until your seventeenth birthday. When are you due? It's way before your release date. Have you girls even thought this through?"

"We're thinking now." I muttered.

"Now that you're stuck. What does this boy think? Was he excited to do this to you?"

"He didn't know. None of them did."

"Oh, Tina." She looked so disappointed in me.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I lied to Mike and I'm sorry I didn't think this through but I'm not sorry I did this! Shadow was alone and I know how it feels to be alone, everyone looking at you, pointing and laughing and acting like you don't have feelings. It hurts!"

"Tina." She whispered.

"And I'll make a good mom when I get out! I know I will. I've always wanted children and you had me at eighteen so don't act like I'm ruining my life!" I started crying. "I love this baby so much already and it's part of me and part of him and I love him and he won't even talk to me!"

Baba pulled me into his lap and shushed me. He began whispering Korean endearments to me until I calmed down. "Calm yourself, yeonin. Everything will work itself out. I promise you."

I laid limp against him before wrapping my arms around his neck. "Please don't hate me, Baba."

"I will never hate you, yeonin. You know this. I understand why you did what you did. I do not approve but what it is done is done. We must look toward the future."

I let him rock me. "Thank you, Baba."

"How far along are you?"

C-E-L-L

Ellen: POV

I was nervous for today. Shank and Streisand told their parents and it didn't go well. Shank said her dad was in her corner but that he was very disappointed in her.

I didn't want to hear that from Daddy! I was his only little girl and I wanted to stay that way. What have I done?!

But I look at Marcy and I can't regret it. She and Mal (and our children) are my whole world. I don't know what I'll do if Mal won't forgive me.

But that's a worry for Friday. Today is Wednesday and my parents are sitting two feet in front of me. But I can't move. What am I going to say?!

Mom must have felt me behind them because she turned and brightened. "Ellen! Hi, honey!"

I walked forward and hugged her. "Hi, Mom."

Daddy turned with a crooked grin and put his arms around me. "Hi, Ellie!"

"Hi, Daddy." I hugged him tight.

"Sit! Sit!" Mom waved me down. "You sounded so urgent on the phone! Are they letting you go early?!"

"No." I took a deep breath. "I have to tell you something."

"What is it?" She looked excited.

"I've found love."

Both looked at me like I was crazy. "But you're in juvie."

"I know." I stared them in the eyes.

"You've found a girlfriend?" Mom said slowly.

I nodded. "Kind of."

"Kind of?" Daddy echoed.

"She's really great! She protects me and teaches me things. She's really nice when you get to know her!" I said in a rush.

"Are you doing this for protection?" Mom asked. "Is it that dangerous in here?"

"No! I mean yes. Girls want to fight all the time but no. I'm not doing anything for protection. She just thinks I'm soft and doesn't want me hurt."

"Well you can't defend yourself." Daddy pointed out.

"Daddy!"

He waved his hands. "You would think two older brothers would have toughened you up."

"Daddy!"

Mom elbowed him. "So what you're telling us is you're gay? You're coming out?"

"Not exactly." I played with my fingers. "She has a boyfriend. Kind of."

"She has a boyfriend on the outside while she's playing with your heart in here?" Mom looked totally offended.

"He's not exactly on the outside." I bit my lip. "He's down the road at Shue's."

"He's a thug, too?!"

"He's not a thug!" I defended Mal.

Daddy looked totally confused. "Why are you defending him if you're in love with her?"

"Because I love him, too."

They blinked before Mom spoke. "You're in love with an established couple?"

"They're not technically dating. They have an understanding. Most of the time."

"Ellen, I have to say I don't understand." Daddy said.

"It's complicated. Worse yet because I'm pregnant."

"Pre-! Pre-! What?!" Mom sputtered.

"Mom!" I shushed her.

"Don't shush me, Eleanor!"

"Mom!"

"You are pregnant- with this boy's child, even though you love him and his not-girlfriend?!" She hissed.

"Yes."

"How did this happen?!" She waved her arms.

"We made a pregnancy pact." I explained about the pact.

"So she gets pregnant first and you all jump into the sinking boat?!"

"Mom! I don't want her being alone in this! It's going to be hard being away from the baby without having everyone talking about her while she's pregnant!"

"No. No. Ellen, no!"

"You can't stop me. It's already done."

Daddy looked so blown away. "I don't understand. You tricked a boy into sleeping with you so you could be pregnant with his girlfriend?"

Tricked sounded so bad. But… "Yes."

"Ellie, we raised you better than that."

"You raised me better than stealing alcohol but I did that, too." I looked away.

"Ellie. Ellie, look at me." I looked at him. "Is this our fault?"

"Daddy-"

"Seriously. Were we bad parents? Do we make you unhappy?"

"Daddy, no! You're great! It's me."

"What's you, sweetie?" Mom was listening finally.

I bowed my head. "I don't know. I've been working on it in therapy. I think I might be bi or pan or something. Not completely straight. I mean I've had girl crushes before but usually just celebrities and never anything beyond thinking they're so beautiful but the way I feel about Marcy-" I had to stop.

"Her name is Marcy?"

I nodded with a goofy smile. "Nobody but her family calls her that. Everyone else has to call her Shadow. But in private, she lets me call her Marcy."

Mom smiled. "I don't know if I should encourage this or not. What if it's just infatuation? With her and the boy?"

"Mom, I've had crushes before. I felt like I was going to die if they didn't look at me or notice I was alive. This is different." I shook my head, trying to explain this right. "I can talk to them. In private, I can tell Marcy anything and she'll talk to me like an adult. Mal and I have so many things in common.

We talk about all manner of things, the three of us. He's a photographer, too and she hates dresses more than I do. She has curly hair and he always asks me how I'm doing, even if someone else wants his attention.

I can't even explain it all but we click. This is the first time something has gone right for me in the love department and I don't want to give it up."

"But it's your first relationship." Mom pouted.

"I know you don't believe me but it's going to be my last."

"I know you believe that."

"But it's the truth. I can't see loving anybody else this much. I can't see loving anybody else at all."

Mom chewed on her bottom lip and looked at Daddy. "Marshall?"

He took her hand and kissed the back of it. "We've always believed in true love. We met as freshmen in college. I loved you from the moment I saw those eyes."

Mom smiled. "I couldn't see all of you through that small doorway but I knew I loved you, too."

Unlike most kids my age, I liked seeing my parents be lovey-dovey and cute. It was what I wanted for myself. And I think I've found it.

They turned to me as one. "How did this happen? Logically?"

"Sex."

Mom facepalmed. "How were you able* to have sex with this Mal?"

"Oh!" I blushed. "We have a dance every Friday and the boys from Shue's come here."

"Really? And they just let you go off and have sex during the middle of the dance? Where's the guards?"

"We have ways around them." I didn't want to say the guards were crooked.

"How did Mal react to becoming a father?" Daddy asked.

"He's already a father."

They gave me strange looks. "What?"

"Marcy already gave birth to a set of twins."

C-E-L-L

Mercedes: POV

It took all week for the girls to recover from telling their parents they were pregnant. Snix and Britt-Bratt ended up with visits from their parents, angry about receiving letters instead of being told in person and to read them the riot act.

They were understandably upset by everything. It was their worst fears come to light. Their daughters… appetites coming to a head. With a body attached…

Anyway, Shank, Elle Woods and Streisand ended up with cooler headed parents after they'd had a chance to calm down. Z's parents were the calmest while Reagan's mom had cried.

Flip wasn't telling her parents and Annie said she'd wait until she was more pregnant. Marcy, Lucy and I already told the important people in our family.

The dance was about to start and we have no idea how the guys were. No one had received a letter from them and Marc and Laura told us that Mikey and Mal didn't talk about us when they visited them.

So here we were, waiting on the guys with Fairy, who had been trying his best to lift our spirits.

The doors opened and they shuffled in. Our guys were last. They came over and sat down, silently.

No one spoke for three tense minutes until Marcy looked at Mal. "Does this mean I can say anything I want and you won't yell at me?"

He looked at her sharply. "I should strangle you. The only reason you are alive is because you're carrying my baby."

"It's not your baby."

"Stop saying that!"

"It's not. I found another Asian to bang."

"Who?!" He sat back. "Point him out!"

Without hesitation, Marcy pointed.

We all turned to look at her pointing at Wu. He was cute and Chinese. I didn't know his first name but I'm not sure anyone did.

"You better be lying!" He spat.

"I'm not. You're just mad I like him better." She raised an eyebrow.

Mal stood up and walked in Wu's direction.

We got up to follow him, calling him back. We got over there and he got in Wu's face.

"Did you have sex with my woman?!" He yelled.

Wu raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Did you- have sex- with my woman?" Mal said extra slow.

Wu leaned over and Marcy wiggled her fingers. "Why?"

Mal snatched him up but Wu just laughed. "Do not touch her!"

"But she tastes so good."

Mikey jumped on Mal and pulled him away, kicking and fussing. "Let me go! I'm going to kill him! Let me go!"

The guys had to help Mikey cuz just him by himself was having a hard time.

Marcy went to Wu and wrapped her arms around his neck loosely. "Hey."

"What's up, girl?" Wu flirted.

"Get your hands off her!" Mal shouted.

Wu smirked before leaning down to kiss Marcy. Her bad self gave as good as she got.

"Let me go! Let me go! I'm going to *destroy* him! Take your filthy lips off her! Let me go!"

Guards poured in trying to break up the nonfight. They separated everyone. Shue appeared. "What is going on?! Two dances in a row?!"

Mal was still shouting.

"Malcolm! Malcolm, what's wrong?!" Shue tried to get him to focus.

"He has his hands all over her!"

"Who?! Is this about a girl?"

Marcy detached herself from Wu and went to Mal. She cupped his face in her hands and blew gently on his face. "You're alright. Calm down."

He did calm down. "Why'd you kiss him?"

"I was being mean. I sorry." She booped his nose with her thumb.

"Don't kiss him no more. Don't go anywhere near him. He doesn't exist anymore."

"Yes, Daddy." She pouted cutely.

"I want a hug."

"No." She booped him again.

"I want a hug. I deserve a hug. I want a hug."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, pressing as close as the guards would let.

"All this over a girl." Shue shook his head. "Young love. Everyone, go away! Go back to having fun! Nothing to see here!"

The people who had gathered around to watch sulked and moved away.

"You can let him go." Shue told the guards. "He's calm now."

The guards let Mal go and he immediately wrapped his arms around Marcy. She still had her arms around his neck so he picked her up.

Shue and the guards left, saying it was a warning.

I bit my lip and turned to Noah. "I'm so sorry I used you and didn't even think to include you in my plans. It was wrong and inconsiderate of me. Please forgive me. I love you and would never want to hurt you."

He looked at me before his eyes dropped. I feared for the worst and then he lifted them again. "I'm still a little pissed but we can work stuff out. I'm not as mad as I was before. I think I can forgive you."

"Me too?" Annie asked meekly. "I love you and would never want you to think I don't."

He gave us hugs. "Yeah, you too."

Everyone ended up hugging and apologizing. We went back to sit at our table.

We were in a loved up snuggle-fest until Elle Woods broke it. "So what was that? Why'd you kiss that boy?"

"Didn't you hear me? I was being mean." Marcy answered.

"What does that mean?"

"Do I have to give you the literal definition for the word mean?"

"No!" Elle Woods frowned. "Why were you mean?"

Mikey and Lucy both raised their hands. "Can I answer?!"

Marcy said something in Japanese that made both frown.

"And that was our answer!"

Mal smirked and let out a chuckle. "You've got a lot to learn about this one, Elle."

"Then why did you get so mad?" Elle Woods pushed.

"I'm not perfect."

Marcy gasped. "Did you hear that?! He said it!"

Mal side-eyed her. "Don't do this."

"But I have to." She widened her eyes.

"No, you don't."

"It's like you don't even know me."

"I do. That's the problem." He turned to Elle Woods. "She's the devil. No one is as bad as her. You think you know someone? I can give you a list of things she's done worse."

Marcy punched his arm. "I take my hug back!"

"Nope! It's already been given."

"You get on my last nerve."

"At least we're close."

"As close as close can be when I bury your ass alive and dance on your grave."

"All I'm hearing is we'll be together until I die."

"Technically we'll still be together until I leave wherever I decide to bury you."

"You haven't decided yet? That means you can't kill me yet."

"I'm a swift decision maker. Your days are numbered, vato."

"As long as I spend every moment with you until then, I'm good."

"You'd never be able to tell he was mad at me." She cocked her head.

"Oh, I'm still mad at you."

"Not that I give a damn but why?"

"Tell me right now, tell me to my face, who's the father?"

"Wu."

"That's why I'm mad at you."

"Is that true?" Elle Woods asked. "Is that why you kissed him? Because he's the father of your child and you love him?"

Mikey and Lucy fell out laughing first but our friends weren't far behind. I didn't appreciate it. "It's not funny! It could happen!"

Marcy's eyes widened and her left brow lifted. "No, it couldn't."

I hit the table. "Yes, it could!"

"No, it couldn't."

"You love Mal!"

"I don't even love myself."

"Stop saying that!"

"Give it up, Sis." Mikey wiped away tears. "Shadow is heartless."

"She is not! Stop spreading that around!"

"Why are you all laughing?" Noah leaned over.

"Shadow doesn't believe in love." Lucy told him.

Finn blinked then blinked again. "Doesn't believe in love?!"

"How is that possible?!" Elle Woods looked shocked. I knew this would happen.

"I'm not about to explain myself to you." Marcy sat back and crossed her limbs.

"But-?" Elle Woods looked close to tears.

Mal softened. "Don't get upset. She doesn't have to believe in love for it to exist."

"I'm inclined to believe Shadow." Snix rolled her neck.

"You're a devil, doll." Wheels said.

She blew him a kiss.

"I want to know why you don't believe in love." Elle Woods was put out. "I love you."

I would say Marcy's face was funny if it didn't hurt Elle Woods but I could tell it did plus it wasn't the nicest look in Marcy's armory.

Her whole face retreated. A wall went up, a curtain fell down, whatever you want to call it; Marcy was closed for business.

Elle Woods' shoulders slumped. "Don't you love me?"

Marcy stood up and walked off.

"What does that *mean*?! Why does she do that?! She just leaves!" Elle Woods started crying.

Mal looked at her for two seconds before pulling her to her feet. "Let's dance."

"I don't want to dance!"

"Come on. It'll make you feel better."

"I love you." She looked up at him hopefully.

He dropped a kiss to her mouth and she laid her head on his chest. He led her to the dance-floor.

"So is that her being mean or does she really not believe in love?" Noah wanted to know.

"She really doesn't believe in love." Mikey said.

"I don't get it." Evans shrugged. "She's my best friend and I don't get how someone can't believe in love."

Wheels and Mikey glared at him and cleared their throats. Bowties pouted.

"Besides you guys." Evans blushed.

"Whatever." Wheels waved a hand. "She's *my* best friend and I get it."

"What?! You can say it but I can't?!"

"She likes me better than the two of you." Bowties wanted to be a part of the conversation.

Both scoffed in hurt.

Shank grinned. "I think you need to calm down. You boys are fine and all but we're girls and I am her roommate."

Annie coughed into her fist. "I'm dating her sister."

"So am I." Streisand pointed out.

Mikey glared at each of them. "I'm her brother! I'm her favorite person in the world!"

Lucy and I found exception with that.

Marcy came back. She sat down and noticed we were all glaring. "The fuck's wrong with you?"

"Who's your best friend?!" We all shouted.

She blinked and cocked her head, thinking about it.

"You know it's me, girl." Wheels lifted his chin.

"Come on, Bats." Evans poked her. "It's me."

"We're old souls together." Bowties pleaded.

"Roomie!" Shank pouted.

Marcy lifted a brow. "It's none of you."

It was like glass shattering. They all looked like she told them they weren't cool at all.

Mikey fell out laughing.

"None of us?" Annie's bottom lip trembled.

"Hell no. Ew." Marcy sat back and crossed her legs.

"What's with the "ew"?!" Noah snapped.

Marcy just looked at him baldly.

"So who's your best friend?" Finn sounded like a little boy.

"It's between Rou and P and Mal."

"Three people?"

"No, those two and Mal."

"Who's Rou and P?" Noah asked.

"Our cousins." I patted his hand. "I can see Karou and Paris being your best friends."

"We do near everything together. Not rot in a jail cell obviously but…" Marcy shrugged.

"Then by that definition, London and Natalia would be ours." Lucy said.

"They are." I pointed out.

"What?!" Snix and Britt-Bratt had totally different reactions but both were upset.

"What about us?!" Shank, Fairy and Streisand demanded.

Lucy and I looked at each other.

"We're not your friends?" Finn asked.

"We didn't say we weren't friends." Lucy grimaced.

"Just not your best friends?" Noah sounded angry.

"What are you? married?" Marcy looked disgusted by us. "So what they don't think you're their best friends. You're not."

"Not helping!" I hissed.

"Yeah, your spouse should be your best friend but only if you're married and even then you need a best friend on the outside because being married to your only best friend is a recipe for disaster."

"You are not romantic." Finn accused.

"And you are?"

He stilled.

"Not very." Lucy admitted.

Streisand shook her head. "Very little."

Finn deflated.

"To be fair, we're on lockdown. How romantic can you be in the pen?" Marcy asked.

Mikey gestured to himself. "Hello!"

"You're a different breed. You'd be romantic in a war."

"That's not a bad-!" Shank tried to rally behind him but failed. "That's weird."

"I don't know. I feel like I should take it." Mikey narrowed his eyes.

"It's yo world, son." Marcy waved a hand.

Mikey inclined his head. "That's what's up."

"I feel like we've gone off the rails for this conversation." Reagan said.

Mal and Elle Woods came back. "What're we talking about?"

"I'm hungry." Marcy said suddenly.

"What do you want?" Mal asked.

"Nothing these plebs have. I want real food." She turned up her nose.

"Remember Chinese food?"

She made a sound that was meant to sound distraught but came off sexual.

"Make that sound again." Wheels demanded.

"Whoa baby!" Noah drooled.

I hit him.

"Shit, that was hot!"

"Wow!" Finn breathed.

Lucy caught his gaze.

"Sorry!" He blushed.

"Mal!" Mikey snapped. Mal was staring at Marcy's mouth. "Mal! Hey, pinhead!" Mal jumped. "Get her under control!"

Mal touched Marcy's shoulder. "I think we should talk about something other than food you miss."

"But I miss so much!" Marcy pouted in her baby voice.

"I know. I do, too. This food is shit!"

She leaned against him and faux cried. "I hate this place!"

"We're talking about something different!" I yelled before she could moan again.

"Fine! Let's talk about the children. We're going to be stuck in here for years yet. Who gets visitation?"

Why'd she do that?! Because she is the devil, that's why!

"She has a point." Noah turned to us. "You two are going to be in here for a long time. Where are the babies going to be?"

I sighed. "Well my baby is going to be with my brother and sister."

"Your baby?"

"My baby."

"Actually it's my baby, too and I don't plan on being a deadbeat dad."

"I'm not saying you can't visit but Noah-"

"What?!"

"You can't honestly say you want to take care of a baby for a year on your own."

He frowned. "But-"

"It's just not possible. Marc and Laura have the capabilities and it'll just be easier."

He sat back. "Who's going to take care of our kid while you're in here?"

Annie sighed. "I hope that when I tell my parents, they let me out of here. I'll take care of it."

"And you won't try to keep me away?"

"I'm not trying to keep you away, Noah!" I groaned.

He narrowed his eyes at me.

I rolled my eyes and huffed.

"What about you two?" Finn asked.

"Marc and Laura will care for my baby." Lucy shrugged.

"I'm getting out on my birthday and that's probably around the time the baby is due." Streisand said. "I will be able to care for it on my own."

"Will I at least get to see the babies?" Finn sounded so down (and looked it, too).

"Of course!"

"I'm not trying to keep you from the baby, Finn." Lucy covered his hand with hers. "I mean I need adults watching over my child. Have you even told your mom yet about the children?"

He blushed. "Not exactly."

"You can't care for a baby. My siblings can."

Mikey tapped Shank on the shoulder. "I want my siblings to have our baby."

Shank looked stricken. "What?! No!"

"I'm not trying to offend you but I don't know your family. I want my baby safe."

"My family would never hurt a baby! My family would never hurt anyone! Why would you think that?!"

He cocked his head. I knew what he was thinking. Our family did that.

"Why would you think that, Mike?! Who goes around hurting people? That's insane!"

"T, calm down." He hugged her.

She burst into tears.

His face said how freaked out he was but he continued to hold her. I knew how much he detested tears (Aunt Jeanette used them to manipulate him) but he was such a good person, he didn't run away screaming.

Eventually she calmed down. "I want my parents to have my baby. They work from home so they'd be able to be there all the time."

Going against his instincts, he smiled. "As long as the child is safe. Will they bring it up to visit?"

"They have to. I demanded it."

"Good girl." He rubbed her back.

Flip smiled at them before turning to Scoop. "I won't be getting out anytime soon. I know you're still mad at me but would you please care for the baby until I'm eighteen? I swear I'll leave and never bother you again but this is the only way."

Scoop rubbed his forehead. "I'm not just mad at you, Flip. I'm hurt. But this is my baby, too and I'll always be there for it. And for you."

She sniffled. "Thank you, Ross."

Az scratched the back of his head. "I told my dad about the baby."

"How'd he take it?" Reagan asked fearfully.

"He was mad but he came back the next day and we talked about it. When I get outta here, I have to get a job. He says I need to get responsible quick."

"I'm going to give birth before I get out of here. Would your dad be too upset by you taking it until I get out?"

"He'll get over it. This kid is family and he's always going on about family sticking together."

She smiled. "Thanks, Az."

He smiled back at her.

"Have you told your mom?" Z asked Train.

He nodded. "She's a little conflicted but she's trying to be happy."

"Luckily I'll be out of here before I give birth so you don't have to worry about taking care of it."

"I would do so anyway. I take care of my responsibilities and this child is mine."

"You don't have to be. I don't want to ruin your life. I know you're a football player."

"This child is mine. Nothing's going to come between that."

Z smirked but I could tell it was because she didn't want to smile and give away her feelings.

"Everyone else seems to be coming to a cohesive agreement." Mal said. "Will we?"

"I'm getting out before you." Elle Woods was confused. "I'm getting out before I give birth."

"Yeah but I want to see my kid."

"I could bring it up to Shue's every week."

"That's all I ask."

Elle Woods smiled. "Are you still angry?"

"I'd be lying if I said no." Her smile faltered. "But it's not as much."

Her smile blossomed.

Britt-Bratt turned to Wheels. "I hope you know that I never met to hurt you!"

Wheels just looked at her.

She played with her fingers. "I'm getting out in April. Way before I'm due. Way before you."

"I want to see my kid. Both of my kids." He turned to Snix.

Who snorted. "Whatever!"

"Woman!"

"Man, that sounds familiar!" Mal whispered.

Marcy punched him.

"I don't have to do anything." Snix flipped her hair. "You're in here. What can you do?"

"I'd escape just to run you over." Wheels threatened.

"Knew RT was an OG!" Marcy snickered.

"Please don't be mean, Artie." Britt-Bratt sulked. "We love you."

Snix pulled a face. "Keep me out of your mess!"

"We love you!" Britt-Bratt reiterated.

"Right." Wheels didn't buy it. "Just bring my kids up to see me."

"Done!"

"I'll see." Snix humphed.

Wheels stared her down. She looked away. He turned to Britt-Bratt, who smiled.

I shook my head. Something was wrong with all of us…