Yondaimeslegacy- I will try my hardest. If this story gets even 1/3 of the hits/reviews "Our Decisions" got, I will be proud. That story is actually one of my top 3 stories. It's either number 1 or 2. Actually! It's both! It's #2 in reviews/favs and #1 in followers. (You will never be able to escape work. Where you work is AWESOME- at least the stuff is. I love babies! :D)

HeroTickle11- Thank you so much! :)

Blackirishawk- I love that name. My Godson's name is Jaden as well. I love names like that, because there are so many ways you can spell them! I can think of... About 5-10 different ways to spell the name Jaden, Brayden, and Kayden.


"Andrew?" Wally suggested.

"Nah. Christopher?" Artemis asked.

"Pass. William?" He questioned.

"No way! Lucas?" Artemis wondered.

"Ehh... Hey, what about Micah?" Wally asked her, pointing to the name in the baby book.

Artemis pondered the name in her head for a little bit. Jaiyden Micah West. Jaiyden Micah West. Jaiyden Micah West. She just kept repeating it, over and over, in her head.

"I like it. Is that your middle name, honey? Is Micah your middle name, Jaiyden?" Artemis cooed. "That's cute. You're barely twenty-weeks pregnant, and you're already talking to him." Wally smiled.

Artemis raised her eyebrow at him. "I've been talking to the baby since I entered the second trimester. Haven't you been paying attention?" She asked.

Wally said nothing.


"What the hell kind of name is 'Jaiyden Mikah'?" Rudy cried, sitting down at the dinning room table.

Wally's parents, Paula, Artemis, Wally, the Allens, the Harpers, Ollie and Dinah, and the Garricks were all over at Mary and Rudy's house for dinner, to celebrate, not only the revealment of Jaiyden's name and gender, but Thanksgiving as well.

"What the hell kind of name is 'Wallace Rudolph'?" Wally snapped, narrowing his eyes at his Dad.

"Don't be rude, Wallace. And Rudy, I like our Grandson's name." Mary smiled, setting the Turkey down on the center of the table.

"It could be worse. They could be naming their baby 'Hannibal'." Ollie smirked.

"Over my dead body!" Artemis yelped, putting her fork down, and glaring at her mentor. "I will admit that Jaiyden's full name is... Odd, but it could be worse. A whole lot worse." Paula said.

"Am I the only one besides Arty in this family that actually likes my nephews name? What middle names would even go with 'Hannibal'?" Jade voiced her opinion.

"Are they really going to discuss this?" Artemis hissed at Wally.

"Well let's see, there's James, Alexander, Micheal..." Roy said, listening a bunch of random names of the top of his head

"Oh dear God- they are!" Wally groaned.

"No. Those names don't go with Hannibal..." Iris commented, shaking her head, as she fed a three-month-old Don his bottle, while Barry did the same thing with Dawn.

Bart thought for a moment, before speaking up.

"Lawrence."

Everything became silent. A pin could drop, and it would've sounded like a bomb. Nobody moved, nobody breathed, nobody said a single word.

"Hannibal Lawrence...?... Scary, it actually goes..." Jade said, shrugging, as Paula fed Lian some mashed potatoes. "Can we start a new conversation, please?" Artemis begged.


"So, any specific requirements you have when it comes to the crib?" Wally asked, as him and Artemis entered the Babies R Us store a few days later.

"Can't be a drop down. Has to be less then $500, because that's all that your parents gave us." Artemis informed him.

"Colors?"

"Either white, dark brown, or black."

"Cool, let's start looking."

They ended up picking a dark brown (espresso) crib with a changing table with three drawers attached to it, since they were going to need to get a changing table anyway. Behind the drawers, were three shelves. It also had two large drawers under the bed part of it, to store random items like blankets and extra crib sheets.

It only cost them about $350, so they spent the rest of the money on the crib mattress, some diapers, and the bedding. Jaiyden's crib bumpers were simple; they were the blue mesh kind.

Because all the women in Wally's life- mainly Artemis- were terrified that baby Jai would roll over, squish his face against the bumpers, and die, they got those kind. These crib bumpers prevented that from happening.

They also got a few crib sheets; ones with white back grounds, with several blue, green, yellow, and teal polka dots, and a changing pad, before going home.


A week after they picked out his crib, Wally and Artemis decided they'd figure out how to rearrange their bedroom so that they could fit the thing.

"So, where can we not put it?" Wally asked, glancing at the disasembled piece of furniture. Artemis ignored him, doing a visual of their bedroom in her head.

The queen-sized bed was against the back wall, slightly off centered. There was a nightstand on each side, with a foot of space between the second end table and the right wall.

About two or three feet past the other night-table, against the left wall, was the dresser. And on the final wall, was a small desk, with two doors on either side of it. The doors being their two closets.

Artemis knew that the desk and the dresser were the same size, so they could either get rid of the desk, or move it to the living-room, put the dresser in it's place, and set up the crib where the dresser currently was.

"Arty? Babe? Is anyone in there? Artemis!" Wally cried.

"What? I was thinking!" Artemis snapped.

"So any ideas?" Wally asked. "Yeah. Move the desk to the living-room, move the dresser to where the desk is, and then set the crib up against the wall." She explained. "That'll work. I'll get Dick to help me move everything next week." Wally nodded, kissing her cheek.

"Wally...? I'm kind of... Nervous..." Artemis mumbled, frowning.

"About what?" Wally asked, concerned. "What if..." She sighed, trailing off, trying to find the right words. "What if my Dad tries to hurt Jai?" Artemis asked, fear in her eyes.

"He'll be okay. There's no way either of us will let anything happen to him." Wally reassured her, wrapping his arms around her.

"I hope you're right, Wally." She said, her voice muffled by his shirt.

So did he.