[A/N: It's been a while and I apologize… I have no computer from Monday-Friday, and weekends get very busy so once I get a new laptop the schedule will go back to normal, once again sorry, oh and guess what? I have strep throat :( Anyway, Mail Time - ]

XxXZombieHunterXxX: Dallllllie! Thank you for not trolling me Ms. Ditzie Doo, and no I told you; the twins have 2 heart beats and then you add Zatanna's 1 and you get 3! Besides Dick would DIE raising 3 of them -.-

Bluehope13: OH SHNAP INDEED! As far as the update schedule read the Authors Note

Chalant Lover: Really? I've actually had complaints about the way I write SuperMartian XD But about Zee? Yes, it needed to be said so THANK YOU!

Master Derpy: Yep, it's sad huh?

Guest: I'm not evil, Gosh! Why would you even consider - ?

Poseidon'sdaughter3: Yeah, I know that personally I always try to take the attention off myself, so having Zee do the same thing was an easy premise. And trust me so many people we're in freak out mode as well!

MVictoria994: *blushies (OH SNAP) blushies* More interesting plot twists await, I promise! And I'm glad your family is supportive

Gemini: Um… thanks? I get your point on SuperMartian, but that's what they are; teenagers. And what do teenagers do? Stupid stuff! Besides emotion clouds judgment when it comes to fights sometimes… Whatever, I don't care if they're OOC it's my story

A: What you're feeling right now is called conflict of emotions. It's pretty normal especially when it comes to my writing

Megan's POV:

The waiting area of the hospital is quiet, but it's only me, Artemis, and Wally here. Dick's in the back with Zee, waiting for her to wake up, and Conner's on his way. Barbara walked off when we got here. Sindella, Zee's mom, is flying in from Dakota City later. And honestly we have no clue where her older brother Zachary is…

Wally's writing something in a notebook. I think Artemis said something about him writing a new physics formula, and she's fiddling with the ends of her sleeves.

Finally, Con walks into the waiting room carrying flowers. "Are they for Zee?" Wally asks, looking up from his book.

Conner nods, holding out a small arrangement of flowers. "These ones are." He takes a smaller bouquet out and hands them toward me. "These ones are for Megan."

Artemis stands. "Okay, Wally, that's our cue to leave," she says, holding out her hand to help Wally up.

"Well, that was sufficiently awkward," Con says, taking the seat next to me. I don't answer him. He sighs. "Look, I didn't mean what I said-"

"Of course you did. You said it." I respond. "I just didn't want you to hurt yourself! I didn't want to be the reason that you hurt, Megan."

I finally look at him. "I'm not going to break every time you tell me something that I'm not happy about, Con. And I told you that I'm not going to do that to myself again."

"I know, but you've said that before, and I didn't want to take any chances."

"We can't have a relationship if you aren't going to tell me things. I know that you weren't expecting to have to be a dad at sixteen. How do you think I feel?"

"I can't imagine how you feel, honestly. I know that I want us to be okay again."

"We need to sort things out before that can happen. First things first: are you sure that you want to stay with me? Because as its mother, I'm keeping this baby."

"I'm positive. I love you, and I love our baby already." I take a deep breath.

"That's very sweet, it really is, but there is no way you, me, Gar, and a new baby are all going to fit in the loft."

"I don't mean to live in the loft. I want to get a house, Megan."

My eyebrows shoot up, and I'm pretty sure my eyes are about to pop out of my head. "A house? Are you serious?" He nods. "There's no way we can afford a house!"

"Yes, we can. I-I uh… sorta asked my parents to help." Now, I'm really confused. Conner hates asking his parents for help, even though they care. That's why he lives in the loft.

"I thought you hate asking your parents for help?"

"I do, but I'd do anything for our family, absolutely anything."

"So, did you tell them? Ab-bout our baby I mean?" I ask. He puts his hand on my stomach.

"Yeah, I mean Clark and Lois weren't too happy, but they were glad that I asked for help. Of course, I'm not going to have them pay for everything. I just need a little help getting us started."

"Okay, then. When are we going to get that house?"

He grins. "Well, shouldn't we bring Garfield when we go house hunting?"

I smile and kiss him. "I love you," I say, our foreheads pressed together.

"I love you too," he replies. "Do you want to go meet Wally and Artemis in the cafeteria?"

"Sure." He ducks his head down toward my belly. "Are you hungry in there? Want something to eat?" He presses his ear to my stomach, and pretends to listen.

I laugh, and so does he. Then he gets up, pulling me with him. "Let's go get some food, Megan Morse. You're child has spoken."

Artemis' POV:

Wally and I make our way down to the cafeteria and get some drinks. I text Dick to ask how Zee is and to tell him that we're in the cafe. He says that she's still unconscious.

"Any news on Zatanna?" Wally asks, taking a sip of his soda.

"Just the same," I say with a shrug.

There's a comfortable silence for a few minutes then Wally finally asks, "Shouldn't you go to a doctor soon?"

I look up from my drink, surprised. "Yeah, I guess I should. I can get an ultrasound and check on the little guy."

"The little guy, huh? You sure it's a boy?" he chuckles.

"I think so. I had a dream where it was a boy."

He shrugs. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see. Do you know when we can find out?"

I shake my head. "No, but I can ask when I go to the doctor's. I'll make an appointment tomorrow."

"Can," he clears his voice. "Can I come?"

"You still want to help me?"

"Of course I do, Artemis. Why wouldn't I?"

"I just figured you might realize that you don't have to deal with all of this."

"I want to. I told you I'd be the father, and I meant it."

I smile. "Okay, if you're sure."
"I'm positive."

Zatanna's POV:

My head hurts, and this isn't my bed. Where am I again? I finally open my eyes and see that I'm in a hospital. At least, I think it's a hospital. I'm all hooked up to machines.

I groan and attempt to sit up. "Be careful," I hear Dick warn from my right. I look over and see that it's just him in here.

I don't know what to say to him, or if I want to say anything at all. I'm still mad at him, but then again, the last thing that I remember was going to get a bottle of water from my fridge.

"What happened?" I eventually ask, putting my hand to my head. "My head hurts."

"You passed out," his voice has the tiniest edge to it. I guess he's mad. I didn't pass out on purpose!

"When? How?"

"I don't know when, since you were ignoring me. But when I came to your house, I used the spare key, and saw you passed out on the kitchen floor."

I roll my eyes as he continues speaking. "But I do know that you starved yourself for a few days."

"That's not true!" I protest.

"Eating a banana or an apple here and there does not qualify as eating." He replies. "W-Why doesn't it? It's food, isn't it?"

"But it isn't enough food for a girl that's pregnant with two babies," he says exasperated, leaning forward in his seat with his hands in front of him. "You're hypoglycemic."

"I'm a hippo what-?"

"Hypoglycemic, an abnormally low level of glucose in the blood. You get all shaky and pass out when you don't eat." I just shrug.

"You know that you could die from that?" I look at him in confusion and suspicion. "Yeah, you can have seizures and die from it. But I guess that you don't care since you keep doing this to yourself."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Of course I care, I don't want to die!" He scoffs and I wince.

"Tanna, we could lose one or both of the babies. I could lose you! Honestly, if one of them died because of your selfish actions, could you live with yourself?"

An unfamiliar sting stretches across my heart and I feel a tear roll down my cheek. Quietly I sit with my arms folded across my chest, angrily. How dare he think that I don't care about my children? I do. I really do. I just can't get past the fact that I'm going to be getting huge. Nobody will like me then, not Dick, or any of my other friends, my mom. Even my own kids will start to hate me, because really, who likes their mom when she looks like a skyscraper?

I sigh angrily as I stare straight ahead. My nose itches. It feels like there's something inside of it. There's something taped to my face, too.

"What is this?" I ask Dick abruptly, pointing at my face. He looks conflicted, as if he shouldn't answer me. Finally he says, "It's a feeding tube."

A feeding…? What? No, this needs to be out, now! I have not gone this far just to have some doctors force feed me. I start to paw at the feeding tube. I need it out. I need it out.

Dick quickly grabs my hands. "No, Tanna, this needs to stay in," he states firmly. "No, it doesn't," I huff, pulling my hands from his and putting them in my lap.

"Yes. It. Does." he snaps back, still standing over top of me, even though I stopped trying to pull the feeding tube out. "You're thirteen weeks pregnant with twins and weigh 82 pounds. You're lucky they didn't put one in through your stomach surgically."

I gasp. They wouldn't do surgery just to put food into me, would they? But I did lose two more pounds… I smile. Dick frowns.

"It's not a good thing that you've lost weight, Tanna."

"That's your opinion," I snap.

He groans. "That's everyone's opinion! Even your mother's!"

"Why did you tell her that I was here?" I shout at him. My mom didn't need to know. She isn't even in town!

"A.) She has a right to know and B.) You're a minor. She's flying in today." And then I huff, "She doesn't need to come home because I'm not staying here."

"Yes, you are. You're staying until the doctors say you can leave."

"Well, I say I can leave now. I'm fine," I insist.

He sighs. "I don't understand, Zatanna," he says, his voice finally softening. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world. You're so talented. I don't know why you do this to yourself."

I'm speechless. I already told them all why I don't like to eat. Why doesn't he understand?
"I love you, Tanna. I honestly do. These babies are going to love you, just like you love your mom, and your mom loves you. There's a whole room full of people who love you so much that they're waiting anxiously for me to tell them that you're awake. I don't understand why you don't love yourself."

"Because I'm huge," I whisper. "Who could love someone like that? Knowing how huge they are?"

"You are not huge; you're anything but. We love you, regardless of your size." This time it's my turn to scoff. "You mean you love me in spite of my size."

"No, I mean that we love you because of who you are, not what size clothing you wear or what the scale says. You're beautiful, forgiving, caring, intelligent, and most of all loving. You're just you. You're perfect, even if you can't see it."

I turn my head away from him because I'm starting to cry again. He kisses my temple. "I'm going to let everyone know that you're up." I sniffle as a response. "Don't pull that out, either. I'm serious. I will have you strapped down if I need to."

I don't say anything, and he slowly leaves, watching me the whole time. I'm not going to take it out.

Seconds after he leaves, Barbara slowly creeps in. Why is she here? "Afternoon, Zatanna." she waves, taking Dick's seat.

"Uh… Hi?" I say, wiping the tears from my face. "How are you feeling?"

"Like trash," I reply flatly. It's the truth. "I'm sorry," she says.

"What are you sorry for? You didn't do anything." Yet. God only knows what she has to say.

"I'm sorry that I can't do anything to make this better for you." I roll my eyes. "You can tell everyone that I don't need to be here."

She shakes her head slowly. "No, Zatanna. I can't do that. This is the best place for you right now." Yeah, so you can steal my boyfriend!

"Oh, what do you know, Barbara?" I ask angrily, turning with a huff.

"I know a lot more than you think I do." She says with a smirk. Doubtful… "And how's that?"

"Let me tell you a little story okay? My biologically father/mother were named Roger and Thelma Gordon. When I was 12 or 13, they died. I then was shipped to Happy Harbor to live with my uncle, who later adopted me. But before my mom died she was anorexic."

"I do not have an eating disorder," I insist. Why must everybody say that?

She sighs. "Zatanna, I know that you don't want to admit it, but that's the first step to recovery. I know that you don't like what you see when you look in the mirror, and I know that you don't feel like you deserve to be loved, but you do."

I don't say anything. She understands more than Dick does, I guess. Of course! Because it's if he can't understand, my current boyfriend's ex-girlfriend does. So another tear strolls down my face, and realize I'm crying again. Why is everyone trying to make me cry?

"Please, Zatanna," she begs. "Let us help you. We want to. You need it; your babies need you to let us help you."