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Tecna

It started with Bloom, as most things are wont to start. It had been a week since the Specialists had left to Great-Dragon-knows-where to do Great-Dragon-knows-what with nothing but a "trust me" and an "I love you" in lieu of an explanation. We Winx girls were tough sixteen-year-olds as well as head-over-heels sixteen-year-olds, so against my better judgment, I trusted Timmy when he told me he would be gone for two years on a secret mission whose details were too classified to divulge even to his own girlfriend- who is a member of the Company of Light by the way, but whatever. So there we were, sitting down to breakfast in the cafeteria, solemnly eating our breakfast, when Bloom poured ketchup all over her toast and ate it. That was the first red flag. We ignored it.

Later that day, Flora raised her voice at Stella for knocking over her plant. This caught our attention. She apologized profusely afterward, but the event lingered in all of our minds for the rest of the day.

The next morning, while walking out of my bedroom to head to the cafeteria for breakfast, I had to rush to the restroom before I vomited all over Bloom and Flora's carpet. This definitely did not go unnoticed. It qualified as enough reason for me to visit the nurse. While there, I was told some news that I was not at all prepared to hear.

"Tecna, I've run some tests, and I believe you're pregnant."

I just stared at Nurse Ofelia, unblinking and unthinking. Seriously, for the first time in my life, my mind was drawing a blank.

"I'm sorry, I'm what?"

The nurse set me with a somewhat disapproving look that I at the time did not have the mental capacity to be ashamed of. I was too busy spiraling.

"You're pregnant, and for a few weeks now. I know this is a surprise, dear, but I've got two bottles here and you have a big decision to make."

I looked down at her hands. In one, there were prenatal vitamins. In the other, there was… oh.

"Um… can I have some time to think about this?" I asked, a whirling abyss of despair appearing in my gut where I knew a baby now was. Oh my Dragon.

Nurse Ofelia nodded sympathetically and helped me hop off the table. She bustled into her office, leaving me with my thoughts. The first thing I did when I finally gathered myself was run out of the door and as fast as I could to my dorm. I wanted to talk to the Winx, but I realized that they would all be in their second-period classes at that time, so I slowed down to a walk to calm myself down.

What am I going to do? I thought as I slowly climbed the staircase to our dorm wing. The decision Nurse Ofelia presented me with played tug-o-war in my mind. I wish someone else could make this decision for me. I'm not ready for this. My parents always made the big decisions for me. Oh, Dragon, my parents. I have to tell my parents. What will they say? They'll probably disown me. No, don't be ridiculous, they wouldn't disown me. Would they disown my baby? Baby. Wow. There's a baby inside of me. I'm pregnant. With a baby. That's… wow. I made a baby. Well, not just me, Timmy was- oh my Dragon, Timmy. What will Timmy say? Nothing, because he'll be gone for two years, somewhere far away. How am I going to do this when the father of my child is AWOL? I can't raise a child on my own, I'm sixteen. I'm not alone though, I have the girls. Oh Dragon, the girls. What will the girls say? No, they'll support me, they always have, no matter my decision. But what's my decision?

Before I knew it, I was in my dorm room. I curled up on the closest bed, which happened to be Bloom's, and prepared myself to wait until lunch to talk to the girls. There was no way I was going to classes with all this on my mind. I resigned myself to being alone with my thoughts for a few hours when the doors to Stella's room opened and that shrill voice whined like a voice from the Heavens shiniest ng down into my despair.

"Tecna, I think you gave me a stomach bug, because after you left, I threw up so I'm skipping my classes today."

"Stella!" I cried, throwing myself at the blonde and enthusiastically wrapping my arms around her. I had never been so happy to see her before.

"Woah, Tec, is everything okay? I haven't seen you this excited to see me since… ever. What did the nurse say? Is it fatal? Don't touch me!"

I chuckled, but it was dry and humorless. "Not fatal. Not for me anyway… I hope. Oh my Dragon, what if I die?"

Stella held me at arm's length to scan me over. She was nearly a head taller than me, so I shrunk underneath her topaz gaze. "You're scaring me, Tec. What did the nurse say?"

I took a deep breath before looking her in the eye and saying, "Stella, I'm pregnant."

That unblinking and unthinking feeling I had when I first heard the news was now mirrored in Stella's yellow eyes. For a second, time stood still as reality crashed down around me. I waited for what felt like an eternity for Stella to answer.

"Do you think-" she licked her lips and tried again when her voice cracked- "d-do you think I could be pregnant, Tecna?"

Those red flags were suddenly being woven together to create a very alarming red tapestry in my mind.

"I- I don't know, Stella. You'd have to go to the nurse," I said, feeling the tiniest bit resentful that she was making it about herself. I let that feeling go as quickly as it came. She had every reason to be worried, as did I.

She looked down at me with fear and uncertainty. "Will you go with me? I really think I might be… I might be…" She couldn't seem to get the word out as tears started welling in her eyes.

I squeezed her hand as comfortingly as I could and said, "Hey, hey, don't jump to any conclusions. Whatever happens, we'll face it together, okay?"

Stella nodded sniffling. As awful as it was, I kind of hoped she was pregnant because I didn't want to do this alone. For the second time that day, I found myself marching down to the nurse's office with a terrifying question in mind.


Stella

I was positive- positively pregnant. I felt like I was free-falling as a thousand things flew through my mind, from my parents to the other girls' questionable symptoms to Brandon, so far away in another realm for such a long time with no idea that our child was growing inside of me.

I always imagined that finding out that I was pregnant would be a more… I don't know, 'maternal' feeling. In reality, it was just scary, like I was in danger. Then again, I never imagined I'd be finding out I was pregnant at seventeen. I felt like making a bad joke, a coping mechanism I usually saved for when our odds of saving the Magix Dimension were slim. I almost felt the urge to laugh that I, Princess Stella of Solaria, Fairy of the Shining Sun, was scared of a baby when I had faced the most treacherous villains in all the realms. But, oh my Dragon, a baby?

Tecna must have picked up that reality had finally hit me, because she squeezed my hand and gave me a small smile. The nurse was saying something about bottles and decisions, but all I could think about was how Tecna had to go through all of this alone. My eyes spilled over with tears as the nurse headed to her office and I gave into the urge to pull Tecna into a hug, throwing my arms around my purple-haired friend.

We just sat there sobbing for a bit before deciding to head back to the dorms. Once there we got into our pajamas, cried some more, and ate some disgusting ice cream in flavors I never thought I would crave.


Bloom

"Hey, Tec, we missed you and Stella at lunch. What did the nurse say?" I asked as I walked into the dorm. Stella and Tecna were sitting on the couch with blotchy red faces, runny mascara, and buckets of ice cream that made my stomach rumble even though I just ate. For a second, I was worried that Tecna and Stella had spent the morning crying about the boys leaving, but the look in Tecna's eyes when she looked up told me that this was much bigger than separation anxiety.

"Tecna, what's wrong?" I asked, this time more seriously. Behind me, Flora and Aisha stilled to hear what she would say. Musa popped her head out of her bedroom door, sensing the tension in the room.

She shared a look with Stella who nodded, before looking back at me and saying, "Girls... I'm pregnant."

The silence that followed lasted for infinity before I found my voice.

"What?"

Stella took in a shaky breath and confessed, "I am too."

Across the room, Musa gasped and her hands flew to her abdomen. "Oh my Dragon. That's why..."

Flora spoke up quietly, "I think I should go to the nurse."

"Based on your recent behavior, I believe you should all go to nurse," Tecna suggested. "Especially you, Bloom."

"Why me?"

Tecna stood up from the couch, searching for the right words. "You've been acting the most... pregnant. Long before the boys left."

"What, but that's-" I suddenly remembered a night a month before the Specialists told us they were leaving. Oh. Oh no. I can't be- but me and Sky were- oh no.

Stella stood up from the couch and grabbed my hand, offering, "We'll go down there with you. Like Tecna said earlier, whatever happens, we'll do this together."

I looked into my best friend's yellow eyes about ready to cry as I prepared myself to find out if I was really pregnant at sixteen.


Musa

I was really pregnant at sixteen. I stared at Nurse Ofelia in disbelief as she talked to me about pills and a decision. Next to me, Bloom, Flora, and Aisha wore similar expressions on their faces. I can't believe I'm pregnant.

Standing awkwardly by the door were Tecna and Stella, looking empathetic and supportive. In that moment, the realization that I had the best friends in the entire Magix Dimension hit me like a convergence spell in the gut. If I had to go through this with anyone, I was glad it was these girls here. I sent a small smile across the room to Tecna and Stella as I started tearing up.

Nurse Ofelia said she'd leave us with our decision while she summoned Headmistress Faragonda. First, she walked over to Tecna and Stella.

She started to ask, "Have you decided-"

"I'm keeping it-" Stella affirmed hurriedly, hands flying to protectively hover over her womb.

Behind Stella, Tecna nodded in agreement. "I- I'm keeping mine too."

Nurse Ofelia nodded solemnly before walking out of the room to leave us with the weight of the decision we had to make. I worried that in a few minutes Headmistress Faragonda would be in here with us, expecting an answer. I dreaded the inevitable disappointment Miss F would have for our mistake. I had always looked up to her and to have her disappointed in me would be crushing, almost as crushing as having to tell my dad. Quiet sobbing broke me out of my thoughts.

"Aisha, what's wrong?" Flora asked, placing a hand on the water fairy's shoulder.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Aisha asked almost hysterically. "Flora, we're pregnant. At sixteen. What the hell are we going to do? I'm not ready to be a mother. I don't know the first thing about raising a kid. Hell, I was an only child; I don't even know how to work with kids! There's a baby inside of me!"

Aisha voicing it made it all feel too real. It pushed the whole room into a silence that was finally broken by Bloom whispering, "She gave us an option, you know?"

The weight of that statement felt heavier than the entire situation itself.

"I'm sixteen," Bloom whispered, more to herself than to us.

Stella crossed the room and grabbed Bloom's hand saying, "No matter what you decide, I'll stand by you. All of you," she added, sweeping over us all with a look of true devotion and friendship. I gave her a small smile in appreciation. She nodded.

"I'm keeping them," Flora said immediately.

Bloom bit her lip, looked up at the ceiling, and then looked to all of us and said, "Me too."

I laughed nervously. "No pressure, right?"

At the pitying look I got from my friends, I realized I had a big decision to make, but that was difficult with Aisha sobbing so loudly into her hands.

"I'm going for a walk," I said abruptly, hopping off my cot and marching out the door.


Flora

As she tried to make her decision, Aisha voiced her entire thought process out loud to us. She was mainly concerned with what her parents would say if she kept the baby- "Teenage pregnancy is unladylike!"- and what they would say if she aborted it- "Abortions are unladylike!". Bloom pointed out that either way, her parents would disapprove, so the decision was actually entirely up to Aisha. Free from her parents' hold, she made the decision to keep her baby after a lot of deliberation.

It made me realize how lucky I was to have parents that I knew would support me no matter what decision I made and love me unequivocally. What I was mostly worried about was Helia. The father of my child would be somewhere far away for the next two years and because of mission protocol, I would have no way to contact him. The desire to let him know was eating me up inside. I was seriously contemplating flying up to Red Fountain, marching into Codatorta's office, and demanding to speak to Helia when Musa slammed the school infirmary's door open and announced that she was keeping her baby. Not long after, Headmistress Faragonda came in.

"Hello, girls," she greeted disapprovingly. The linoleum tiles were suddenly very interesting to me as I avoided her stern gaze.

Stella waved sheepishly. "Hey, Miss F. So you've heard?"

Nurse Ofelia came in behind her with her nose in the air. Faragonda leveled us with a look over the rims of her spectacles as she said, "Yes, I have. You girls have accomplished quite the miracle: six simultaneous pregnancies."

The way she said it didn't feel miraculous; it felt like a shame.

Stella shrugged in a failed attempt to be casual. "What're the odds?"

Tecna answered in a small voice from behind Stella, "I ran the statistics and they're very slim."

I couldn't help my small smile at how easily I could read my friends' behaviors. I knew their coping mechanisms like the back of my hand. Stella cracks jokes under duress and Tecna retreats into her palace of logic and facts. Musa distances herself from the situation mentally and takes some time to cool off, Aisha gets angry and blames others, and Bloom runs away- literally. I write bad poems. I knew what I would be doing when I got back to the dorm. At the moment a terribly written stanza was floating through my head.

"We have to discuss the options, Winx," Miss Faragonda said, taking a seat in a plastic visitor's chair.

"We've all decided to keep our babies," I said. It felt very weird to talk to my Headmistress about my pregnancy, but I knew it was necessary as uncomfortable as it was. I found myself wishing that the ground would swallow me whole and then wondering if my powers over nature would extend that far. Miss Faragonda's voice pulled me back to the matter at hand.

"That narrows down the options, but understand that it is not at all easier. I am going assume that the Specialists are the fathers?"

We all tentatively nodded.

"Well, that makes things significantly more difficult, seeing as they are away on their top secret mission." She sat in thought for a moment before continuing, "Obviously you must give up crime-fighting. And you can't practice dexterous magic while pregnant, which takes continuing your schooling out of the picture."

It never occurred to me that I would have to drop out of Alfea, but I knew Miss Faragonda was right that we couldn't keep practicing such difficult magic, especially at this stage of the pregnancy.

"Whatever you think is best, Miss F," Musa said, leaning against the wall.

"It also may be in everyone's best interest that the public not sees you all like this."

Bloom tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

Our headmistress sighed, removing her spectacles and rubbing her temples. I never realized how old she was, but now I saw just how long she had been leading the school. In that moment, I wholly trusted her with my future.

"As royalty and as icons, the Winx Club has an image to uphold, an image of purity and hope. Seeing you pregnant so young will strike a chord in the public eye, because as princesses you should be lawful and as heroes you should be able to fight. Not to mention the press would have a field day with this."

"So... what do we do?" Aisha asked.

Faragonda stood, heading for the door.

"Winx, call your parents. I have some favors to cash in."


Aisha

My parents were furious, just as I had predicted they would be. I got a long speech about ladylike behavior before they finally asked how I was dealing with it. I can't really complain. I overheard Stella's conversation with her dad, and from what it sounded like, he didn't care at all how she was dealing with it. She took it all in stride. I tried to too.

Headmistress Faragonda came to our dorm with passports and a fake mission. She got the idea from the Specialists' mission, which was admittedly unsettling, but basically, we would tell the public that we were on a mission for at least two years and could not say where we were going or contact anyone while there. I tried not to wonder if the Specialists' mission was a front as well.

In reality, we would be going to Earth, Bloom's hometown of Gardenia specifically. The headmistress asked Bloom's parents if we could stay with them and Mike and Vanessa graciously agreed.

"So what do we do when we get there?" Stella asked, walking out of her room with her arms full of at least twenty magically shrunken suitcases. I, on the other hand, just had the one and a travel backpack.

Faragonda looked us all over with something that seemed too much like goodbye in her eyes and said, "Live your lives."

"You mean raise our kids," Tecna clarified, walking out of her room with Musa.

Headmistress Faragonda smiled fondly at the technology fairy. "I mean raise your kids, chase your careers, fall in love, find domestic bliss, and never forget about magic. But don't reveal it."

We were quiet for a while as we looked around our dorm for what we knew could very well be our last time. I had lots of good memories from Alfea, so many that I was afraid I could never be as happy somewhere else. It was a haven for me in the middle of a very dark time when I thought I was totally alone. Alfea showed me that I'll always have friends in my corner. I looked over the dorm one more time and then the girls standing beside me. Alfea wasn't my true home, the Winx Club was. No matter where I go, I will always have them.

We shared sad smiles with each other as Headmistress Faragonda and Miss Griselda led us out to the shuttle waiting for us outside the front gates. I looked back at Alfea one last time.

Flora asked quietly, "What about the Specialists?"

Our headmistress patted her shoulder and said, "When they come back, I'll tell them where to find you. Until then, don't hold yourselves back from happiness."

We all joined in a big group hug before climbing onto the shuttle that would take us far far away from Magix to our new lives on Earth as pregnant teenagers. I sighed. What has become of the Winx Club?

Looking over my shoulder, I wondered briefly as the image of Magix grew smaller and smaller behind me if the Winx Club would ever return to where we first and last saw the fathers of our unborn children. I wondered if the Specialists would ever return to Magix as well.


I think the perspective switching will stop eventually. I'll either settle on one girl to narrate or do it in third person. Review on what you think I should do and what you think of the story so far. Also, let me know if you have a similar story, because I have a community for this trope. I'll try to update regularly.

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EDIT: ALSO I REALLY NEED BABY NAMES! REVIEW WITH BABY NAMES! FLOOD ME WITH BABY NAMES FOR THE WINX and the trix BUT ESPECIALLY FOR THE WINX!

EDIT: EDIT: Since I'm only getting baby names in the reviews and no input, how about with each name you suggest, you tell me some bonding moment or some moment of turmoil or any plot bunny really that you wish would happen in the story. If you have absolutely no ideas- I'm super accepting so don't be embarrassed or shy to suggest more than one- tell me how you would write the story or if you have written one, let me know. Any next gen story. I really wanna talk to you guys! Past this point, name ideas will not be considered without another idea with them.

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