"This stick-thing has gotta be lying or something..." I mumbled, plucking the pregnancy test and squeezing my eyes shut, hoping that when I opened them, the plus sign would have turned into a negative. No such luck. I let out a huge breath, suddenly scared for my life. Who knew what Mistah J would do if he found out I was pregnant of all things?
I had never thought it would end up like this...
After Mistah J had forgiven and things had gone back to normal, we went about our normal routine. Heists, Batman, try to kill Batman but not really, try to suggest a plan or mess things up,get kicked around, get kicked out, come wallowing back, rinse, repeat. Missing my period was not part of the equation.
At first, I thought I was just a few days late. Perfectly normal, right? Then I became a few weeks late. Maybe I already had it and forgot. Then a month. Only one explanation then, right? So I bought the box of stick-thingies and peed on it, hoping this would prove me wrong. Then I peed again. And again. The fucking plus sign wouldn't go away! So now, here I am, stuck with this baby. And that's not even the worst part! The worst part is... it's probably not even Mistah J's.
Remember when I slept with Harvey? Yeah, I sorta forgot about that wonderful invention called a motherfucking condom that night. I guess I was too absorbed in my plan on getting Mistah J jealous to remember important things like that. Sure, me and Mistah J had sex. Only thing is, we used a condom, most of the time. And we haven't not used one recently. I mean there was that one time last month when the condom broke, but, I don't really think that got me pregnant. I mean who knows, if it comes out with a big 'ol smile and green hair, then it's my puddin's. But if it comes out with brown hair and a love for everything involving the number two and duality, then it's Faces'. Let's just pray for the former.
I know I should tell Red, she's the only one I know who'll keep a clear head throughout this. She'll keep me and the baby safe. Or maybe, if Red can't keep me safe, I should turn myself in. Then I'd get a real doctor's care that could tell me how far along I was, and tell me if it were a boy or a girl. But if I did that, I wouldn't get to keep the little bugger... and I wanna keep 'im. More than you could know. So I'll tell Ivy. I'll find a way to get myself kicked out if I have to, to talk to her. Let's just hope Mistah J doesn't find out before she does...
A/N: So, I finally updated! I found my groove in this story again. Once again, sorry it's so short, I'm not really one for writing long fics. ^^|| Thanks everyone who's stuck with me this far and actually read this chapter. Please review! ~ Wulfie