Sylvia Wayne "Wildcat"
Miami, Florida
February 28, 2016
It was still dark out, and I was trying to sleep, but something kept waking me up. Wally was fast asleep behind me, his arms wrapped around me with his hands interlocked just above my somewhat prominent belly. I was now 19 weeks along, and you could really tell I was pregnant now. I trying to fall back asleep when something felt weird. It was faint, a sort of pressure in my stomach, but then I really felt it.
"Wally," I half whispered, and he just mumbled to himself, groaning slightly. "Wally!" I said again in a sort of shouting whisper, and his eyes blinked open.
"What? What is it? What's wrong?" He asked as I rolled over to face him, grabbing his hand. I took his hand and put it on the right side of my stomach. Immediately his face lit up. "Babe…" he looked up at me before looking back down at my stomach, where his hand rested.
"That's our kid," I smiled, pulling Wally's lips to mine, his smile continuing through the kiss. I loved how happy he was.
"That's our kid," he said as he pulled away from the kiss, feeling the little boy or girl move around. Wally was just so happy, the way his eyes glinted with the rising sunlight as he smiled, his red hair turning to fire in the orange sunlight. But the moment ended when I heard Wally's stomach grumble, and that sound reminded me how hungry I was.
"I guess it's breakfast time," I laughed before rolling away from my boyfriend and getting up from the bed. I walked to our little kitchen and opened up the fridge, trying to decide what to make, but then Wally grabbed my shoulders and gently moved me to sit down at our table. "What?" I asked him as I sat in the chair.
"I think I'm gonna make breakfast this morning," he smiled, tossing me my phone from sherif was charging on the kitchen counter. "Put the Sunday morning mix on," he told me and I laughed, scrolling through my phone to find the playlist that the two of us hadn't played in quite some time. I connected my phone to our speakers and pressed play, the song "Come and Get Your Love" by Redbone came on we just got right into singing as Wally started cooking. I walked to the front door and grabbed our newspapers before going back to the kitchen. Wally was already dancing like his natural dork self, in just his underwear, a t-shirt, and his apron. It wasn't long before he was finishing up at and the stove and set a plate of French toast in front of me with strawberries, blueberries, and black raspberries on top. He handed me the syrup and set down his own plate that had far more food on it, and even I thought I had a lot. The two of us chowed down, for a bit till the oven timer went off. Wally got up and pulled out a pan of bacon and put the pieces on a plate between us. We sat there. The sunlight streaming through out windows as he had breakfast and listened to David Bowie's "Heroes". When the two of us finally finished our food, we moved to the living room and turned on the news. It was kinda fun to see Iris on national news reporting on things like politics, the League, and the Flash. She always smiled more when reporting on the Flash. The baby started kicking again and I smiled, nonchalantly taking Wally's had and setting it on the spot where the baby was kicking. Wally smiled and left his hand there when I let go. He leaned in to give me another kiss and right in the middle of it, his phone started ringing. When Wally answered, I could hear my brother's voice.
"Hey, need your help." I stayed silent as they talked, eavesdropping.
"What do you need me to do?" Wally asked, sitting up straight in the couch. It was almost amusing that his hand never moved from my stomach, like he was just holding onto me.
"We were in the Cave when out of nowhere, a machine appeared out of thin air and a kid came out, claiming to be someone named Bart Allen, grandson of Barry Allen. He said he was from the future, and he's making a beeline for Central City. I need to you head there and warn Barry that this kid is coming before he gets there. Make sure you guys don't lose track of Bart and try to bring him back to the Cave. Got it?" My brother explained, waiting for Wally to drop everything and go.
"Fine, but next time, don't call me when I'm having a good morning with your pregnant sister," Wally sighed, Dick laughing on the other end of the line.
"Sure thing, now get moving. Nightwing out," my brother said before hanging up. Wally stood up and grabbed his cargo pants from the clean laundry and his coat from the closet. He got dressed quickly before giving me one more kiss.
"Alright. I'll be home as soon as I can," he promised before opening the door.
"I love you," I told he before he left.
"I love you, too," he threw me a smile before running off in a blur. I was kind of funny seeing his head out wearing a coat when it was eighty degrees outside here in sunny Miami. I just got up from the couch and put on my bathing suit and a loose white dress as my cover up. It wasn't long before I put my long raven hair into a braided high ponytail and slipped on a pair of sandals. I grabbed my phone and beach bag and left a note for Wally: Gone to South Beach, car will be parked in the usual lot on 17th street. With that, I grabbed my car keys and headed out the door. I drove down the A1A and made my way to South Beach, soon parking the car just a block or two away and walking to the beach. I loved living here, where it was sunny nearly every day, and the rain just washed away the past. When I got to the sand I put down my towel and put on sunscreen, applying an extra layer to my stomach. I put on my sunglasses and sand on the towel, pulling out my book and getting into my reading. After a while, I realized something was between me and the sun, casting a shadow upon myself.
"Whatchya readin?" I heard a cool voice say as I looked up, seeing a woman in a striking red bikini, her bag dropped in the sand before me. When I realized who it was, a scrambled to my feet and gave her a big hug.
"What are you doing here!" I said excitedly as we parted and she grabbed her towel to lay out next to mine.
"I'm your mother, you can't just give me a phone all that you're pregnant and not expect me to come visit!" She laughed. "So, I waited till business was slow and hopped on a plane out here," she said as she smiled.
"I'm so happy you're here!" I exclaimed as I hugged her once again, putting my book away as we sat down. She glanced at the title.
"The Magicians?" She asked and I grinned, zipping the book away.
"Yeah, its by this guy names Lev Grossman. It's like Harry Potter but instead of a British school called Hogwarts, it's an American school called Brakebills. George R.R. Martin actually gave it a hilarious review," I pulled the paperback book back out and looked at the back, "The Magicians is to Harry Potter as a shot of Irish Whiskey is to a glass of weak tea," the two of us laughed.
"Well then, maybe I'll have to read it sometime," she smiled as I put the book back away. "So, have you and Wally been thinking about baby names yet?"
"No," I shook my head, "he wants to wait until we find out the gender to start thinking names," I told her, stretching my legs forward so my toes could burrow into the sand.
"Well, what were you thinking?" She asked, knowing that I was probably thinking about names like my life depended on it, and in that case, she was right.
"Well, I don't know, it could change at any point. But lately for a boy, I was thinking Eliot or Wallace, maybe Jonah. For a girl I was thinking maybe Alice, or maybe Freya or Myrcella or Renly or Arianna or Seraphina or Catelyn or Lena or Kara or Alexandra or Martha or Katarina or-" my mother cut me off.
"Someone wants a girl," she chuckled. "You know, I'm not so sure about some of those girl names, but I do like Lena, Renly, and maybe you could do Alexa instead of Alexandra," she told me and I nodded, pulling out my phone to update my list. "As for the boy names, that's a fine list. Jonah is my favorite, but maybe you could try Thomas. Oh I can see it now, little Tommy running around in his diaper around the Manor…" she closed her eyes and exaggerated the imagination.
"Thomas like my grandfather, dad would love that," I said as I put the name on the list. It was right at the top.
"I think that's enough about names, we should get in the water," she got up, lending me a hand to pull me up.
"I think you're right," I gave her a smile and the two of us waded into the cool salt water to escape the heat. I was enjoying being a human submarine for a bit, swimming with my mother out to the sandbar. Like other friends and couples around us, we sat on the sandbar, letting the waves wash up to our chests. My braided ponytail just swished about in the water as my mother's hair escaped the salt, high on her head in a somehow perfect bun. The two of us just sat and relaxed, talking about backup plans just incase my father wasn't back in time for the little one's arrival. She was offering to move in for a bit to help with the baby so Wally and I could actually get some sleep. She was also the only other person we knew besides Alfred who knew how to take care of a baby, as I was refusing to stay at the West household. Wally and I both knew how a crying baby would cause a lot of irritation and upset with his father.
After a while, the two of us got out of the water and decided to leave the beach to get a late lunch. We both needed to eat, but it was more like my baby wanted to down an all you can eat buffet. We went to a little hole-in-the-wall Cuban restaurant and went to town on food, talking about how our lives had been going since we last saw each other. It was just a really nice mother-daughter day. When we got back to the apartment, I found that my mother already had her luggage in my apartment. She must've found me at the beach because of the note I left for Wally. Before long, the two of us were taking showers and sitting down at the couch, turning on the television. There was a brief moment where the baby started kicking again. I got really excited and put her hand on my stomach. She got so excited that she called Alfred to tell him that I was gonna have to go to Gotham to show him how awesome it feels when the grandbaby starts moving around.
Soon we were watching a movie and I was curled up next to my mother, when it became dinner time, she handed me my laptop for the two of us to order takeout. As I was doing so, she got up and grabbed a brush, combing through my wet hair. She started doing two french braids. For a while, she started laughing and making jokes when she realized how long and thick my black hair really was. Once the food got to the apartment, we sat and ate while watching a movie. When I finished eating, my mother and I curled up on the couch once again. That's when I fell asleep, despite my best efforts to stay awake for my boyfriend to come home.