A couple of days after the party, you thought you had gotten sick. This made sense, considering that you felt like complete shit. But it could have easily been just a bad burger, so you brushed it off and tried to carry on with your summer break. However, it the pain and sickness wouldn't go away after a whole week. Or even two weeks.

"Ugh…" you groaned, lying on the old couch of your house. You felt like you needed to come and have someone use magic to come fix everything going on inside you. A foggy head, a nauseous stomach and more occupied all of your time. The only person you could really ask for help was your grandfather, but he didn't really do much. He wouldn't even notice if you snuck out late on a school night for a party.

The worst of it all though, was that you had to continually cancel your dates with Alfred because how you felt. He'd call and ask you to do something you loved, like go swimming in the lake or getting strawberry frozen yogurt downtown (even though he insisted on calling it "poser-ice cream"), and you'd sadly have to decline. Alfred would tell you to get better, then you'd cough an "Okay" and hang up.

And just as you were counting all the dates you had been absent for, Alfred's special ringtone rang from your phone. Leaning over with a grown, you picked it up and answered the call.

"Hello? Al…?"

"Hey Vicky! There's this really cool comic book store sale going on by the Denny's, and we just gotta go! The new artist for the Superman comics is going to be there signing books! …You're not still sick, are you?"

You snuggled back into the couch. "Yeah, sorry… You can go without me if you want…"

"No way, I'm coming over to take care of you. A hero always takes care of his damsel in distress!"

"Okay, then come over. I'll see you soon, kay?" you smiled slightly. His hero-act always made you feel so special. And he was so serious about it too.

"I'll be over in like 20 minutes, so try to get less sick, okay?"

"Okay. I love you,"

"You too, babe."

Beep.

The pains that you had forgotten about during your conversation all came flooding back at once, making you slam your face into one of the burgundy pillows on the armrest.

You screamed out "What's wrong with me…?!" followed by a groan and a whimper.

At least Alfred will come soon, that should make you feel a little better…

A whole two hours later, Alfred came through your unlocked screen door, to find you half-laying off the couch, and gripping onto one of the couch cushions.

"Oh, hey… You don't look so good…"

"Of course I don't… Where the hell have you been…?" you mumbled.

"Ah, well, I thought about what you said, about going by myself to the comic book store… So I did. Then I was looking at all the comics, and talking with the artist, and it just took awhile,"

"But you said you'd be right over… I've been waiting and waiting…"

"Oh don't worry about it, I'm sure it wouldn't have made much of a difference anyway."

You frowned. Of course it would have made a fucking difference, it would have been the difference between hurting for the past hour and a half or not. But there was no reason to be surprised, he did stuff like this all the time.

"Hey," he slapped your ass, standing over you to try to get your attention.

"Hmmph. What?"

"I got you this," He took out a half-melted bar of your favorite kind of chocolate.

"Thanks Al… But it looks really messy…"

"Well it's been in my pocket all day. Also it's the middle of July,"

Ew, you thought to yourself. But it was all you had, since you didn't want to get up at all. After semi-separating the wrapper from the food, you started to eat.

"So uh… Are you done being sick?"

"What does it look like to you?" You knew you were being kind of snappy, but you were in severe pain, and how he showed up two hours late didn't help either.

Alfred put his hands up defensively and took a step back. "Well jeeeez. I just wanted to have sex again, since it wasn't that good last time."

"What do you mean it wasn't good…?"

"Well you were a virgin, so it was pretty awkward… I only moaned to make you feel better…"

That practically trashed your entire birthday present. If he was going to act that way towards it, why did you even bother?

"Maybe I shouldn't have let you take me like that then."

"No no! See, now, we can actually have good sex. Come on, why don't we give it a go? Sex always makes me feel better,"

"So you just jerk off every time you're upset or sick?"

"Yes. Now come on, let's go!"

"Fine…" You couldn't say no, you had been denying him so much lately.

"Alright! I'll be in your bedroom!" he raced off down the small hallway as you slowly stood up.

Just as you started shuffling your way there, you gulped as you felt something race up your throat. Running just as fast as Alfred, you made it to the bathroom, spitting up the contents of the chocolate bar, and the small breakfast you had managed to eat into your toilet.

"Disgusting…" you mumbled, flushing it and beginning to brush your teeth. On the bright side, your stomach hurt a little less now.

After you cleaned yourself up, you went to your bedroom and stood in the doorway. Alfred was already half-naked and lying on your bed.

"Well come on! What's taking so long?"

"Alfred, I can't… I just threw up and I feel like shit… I can't do this right now, I'm sorry…"

He sighed, rolling his eyes as he slipped on his Batman shirt. "Fine. I'll just see you later then."

"I love you…"

"Yeah, yeah." he shoved past you, and was soon driving his junker car back home.

So you were back where you had started, alone and sick without a reason.

Another week managed to pass by before you decided that you really did need to figure out what the fuck was going on with your body. But since your retired grandfather couldn't afford healthcare, you decided just to call your most reliable friend. Elizaveta.

"Hey Lizzie…" you mumbled into your cellphone, laying upside down on your bed.

"Hey Vicky, are you still sick?" she responded worriedly.

"Yeah… That's why I called you… Do you think it's serious…?"

"Well, I'm really not a doctor, but what are your symptoms?"

"Headaches… And my stomach always hurts… And I throw up almost every day…"

"Ouch… And you said this had been going on since Alfred's party?"

"Yeah… I guess it started a couple days after that though."

"So what did you do at the party?"

"Oh, you know, talked to my friends, drank some punch, danced a little. And um… Giver Alfred his birthday present…"

"Which was…?"

"…My V-Card…"

There was silence, as the worry and tension began to build up inside of you. "Hello…?"

"Sorry… I just… I think that maybe you should buy some pregnancy tests…"

"Wh-What…? You think I'm… You think Al got me… B-But I'm only a teenager…!"

"I know Victoria… But I really don't know what else I can do… I mean, you might not be pregnant… But in that case, I'd go to the doctor… Well, I guess you should go in either case…"

"Yeah, thanks for your help…"

"I'll be here if you need me, okay…?"

"I know… Talk to you soon, bye…"

Throughout the entire walk to the drugstore and back, you thought about the possibilities of you being a mother. And Alfred being a father. You were only sixteen years old, you'd have to drop out of school just to take care of a baby… And you knew nothing about being a mom…

Before you knew it, you had gotten back to your house and was sitting on your toilet. All the bad thoughts continued to race through your heads as you used all of the three tests that were in the pack, just because they could be inaccurate

The tests soon beeped, and you began to read the results. Two pink lines… That meant pregnant… But there was still two more to go, so it could be okay…

The next one had only one line. So one pregnant, and one not pregnant… It was all down to that final one…

You slowly picked up the last test, covering the result with you thumb.

Moving if slightly to the left, you saw one line, as pink as a baby's skin tone. Then taking your thumb fully off of the test, you saw that that first line had an identical twin right next to it.

Pregnant.