"She's what!" Dick yelped over the phone.
"Pregnant. Artemis is pregnant. I'm gonna be a Dad!" Wally cried, a very wide smile on his face.
"Dude! Ever heard of a condom?" He scolded.
"We hadn't seen each other in months- because of you! The last thing we really cared about in the beginning was protection. By the time we went, 'Hey, let's grab a condom' it was already too late. The baby was made within the first two weeks." Wally explained.
"Too... Much... Information!" He growled. "Shut up Dick." Wally groaned.
"So how's Artemis?" Dick sighed, calming down, the subject now changed.
"She's estatic about it. She's convinced it's going to be a boy. Personally I think it's a girl, but we'll find out in a few months anyway." Wally shrugged.
The speedster had gotten up by now to rummage through the fridge looking for a soda. "So where is she?" "Arty? She took a the Zeta Tube to Gotham City to tell her Mom. Said she didn't want to tell her over the phone." Wally replied.
"Are Zeta Beams even safe for a pregnant woman?" Dick cried, unsure.
"Aunt Iris travels by them all the time to visit us. And her twins are fine-besides the fact that their names are Don and Dawn. Seriously? Who names their kids like that nowadays?" Wally cried, finding the names of his unborn cousins to be... Strange.
"If you say so KF... So when's Artemis due?" The ex-Boy Wonder questioned. "According to the calendar and the ultra sound we got from Black Canary yesterday, somewhere between April 4th and April 11th." Wally answered.
"Cool. Good luck Wally. See yah." Dick said, hanging up the phone.
"I still can't believe that you're pregnant, Artemis." Iris said, sitting beside her on the Allen's couch, sighing as her unborn son and daughter kept moving around in her. "Tell me about it." Artemis replied.
"Guess what, I'm not going to say anything about the baby. No spoilers!" Bart grinned, racing into the living-room of his grandparent's house.
"Dear God, it's a miracle." Wally drawled, rolling his eyes as him and Barry followed Bart.
"Be nice, Baywatch." Artemis snapped.
It had been about two weeks since Artemis and Wally learned that they were going to be parents. While Artemis was only nine weeks pregnant, Iris was four days away from her due date.
"When are they going to want to come out?" Iris groaned.
"When they feel that they're ready." Barry informed her. "If I'm correct, Dad and Aunt Dawn were a few days late. Either that or it was Artemis's second pregnancy..." Bart trailed off.
"What? There's a fifty-percent chance I'll be late! Nooooo!" Iris groaned.
"Second pregnancy? This isn't our only baby?" Artemis asked, growing excited. "Nope. You have three. The second pregnancy is actually with twins. Oops! Sorry!" Bart grimaced.
"Three babies..." She smiled, her hand on her stomach.
"Bart? You don't have to talk about the name or gender or appearance of this baby, but it's healthy, right? They don't die young?" Artemis asked, wanting to know if her first born was healthy.
"Healthy? They raised me." Bart informed them. "Bart? What do you mean by that?" Wally asked. Bart sighed, before explaining the situation.
"Mom and Aunt Dawn died in a car crash when I was four. Dad entered the speed-force when I was seven. Grandma, Grandpa, Wally, Artemis, and several other people died in a building explosion when I was eleven. After that, your baby, their spouse, and their kids took me in... Until about about five months before I came here, when they all just disappeared, without a trace..." Bart explained.
All of their jaws dropped.
In forty years- less then, actually- they would all be dead. Bart told them all exactly how they died. (Except for Barry. Bart lied about how he died).
"So if that baby is dead in my time, they haven't been dead for very long- less then a year." He added.
"Dude. I'm sorry your life pretty much, well..." Wally trailed off.
"Sucked ass? It's okay." Bart told them.
Wally came back from his other job, to find Artemis in their bedroom, mumbling to herself in Vietnamese. Unfortenetly, Wally only spoke conversational Vietnamese, so he had no clue what she was saying, what so ever.
"Artemis? What are you doing?" Wally asked.
"You know how there's a ninety-five percent we won't be able to move for a few years?" She asked, earning a nod. "Where the hell are we going to put the crib?" She asked.
Wally smiled at her. She was barely twelve weeks along and she was already trying to figure out where to put everything. "That's the great thing about pregnancies being so long; we've got plenty of time to worry." He said, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her forehead.
"Wally? You are... Excited, about the baby, right?" Artemis asked, concerned.
"Of course I am!" Wally cried. "Why would you ask something like that?" He asked. "I don't know..." She sighed. They laid down on their bed, Wally's arms around Artemis's waist, as her head rested on his chest.
"I'll admit that I'm nervous, since you're due less then two months before we graduate. But I would never leave you, or the baby." Wally told her, kissing her temple.
