Mom had greeted both Bobby and Lash with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, being pregnant makes that woman more loving. She had pretty much dragged us into the dining room and sat us at the table, handing all of us a mug of hot tea.

"So what is it that you have to tell me, dear?" She asked before taking a sip of her tea and smiling at me.

"I'd prefer I tell you when it's just us two alone," I replied.

"You aren't pregnant too, are you?" Lash took this moment to spit out his tea.

"No, I'm not. I would prefer no one else be around, so when you start yelling and throwing things- no one will die." Mom rolled her eyes. "So do you know what you're having?" I gestured to her stomach.

"It's going to be a surprise," I rolled my eyes.

"I don't get the whole surprise thing; it's a baby- not the surprise gift inside the cereal box."

"I still wonder how on Earth I had you, we're nothing alike."

"That's not what Grams told me."

"What exactly did she tell you?"

"You weren't exactly a conformed teenager."

"Just because I wore leather pants and chains." I started to laugh hysterically.

"You wore l-leather pants and chains?" She nodded and my laughing got louder, that is- it did until she gave me a stern look and it seized.

"I wouldn't be talking if I were you," Lash mumbled making me glare in his direction. Luckily mom hadn't heard him.

"So how long have the two of you been together?" Mom looked to Lash and than back at me.

"No, mom… we aren't… err," I looked to Lash for help.

"Mrs. Stronghold, we haven't been in a relationship since high school," I sighed out of relief.

"That explains the way you two look at each other." I instantly felt my cheeks heat up as I looked down. "Would you like to see where you'll be staying, Bobby?" Bobby nodded in a reply and the two left us. I looked up at Lash and saw that his cheeks were tinted pink.

"Well that wasn't awkward at all," he shook his head at me and let out a single (still slightly-awkward) laugh.

"When are you going to tell her about, well- Vixen?"

"Soon, probably after I visit dad at the hospital. I want to thank you for coming."

"Not a problem." My mom walked back into the dining room and smiled at the two of us.

"Let me show you to your room," I could feel my eyes widen.

"Room? Mom, there's two of us."

"Yes, I know. But the other guest bedroom is being turned into a nursery, so you two will have to share your old room, Amazon."

"Why couldn't Bobby and I share a room?"

"It's too late now," I could see the smirk start to form on her face. I mumbled out a 'fine' and walked up the steps with my luggage. My old room was just as I left it: the walls were a dark purple and my bed was just a mattress on box springs, there were also old pictures of Rain and I in the corner beside my make-up desk. I walked over to the desk and pulled all of the pictures off of the wall, throwing each one into the trashcan.

"I forgot that these were even here," I whispered to myself. "Stupid no-good son-of-a-fucking-bitch. I should've killed her when everything happened."

"Calm down, killer," Lash replied after sitting his bags beside mine. "She wasn't nice and sure as hell wasn't pretty." I started to smile at him.

"Nice way of putting it, but you never did explain the whole homecoming fiasco to me."

"Gwen thought that if I went with Rain, it would be easier for the plan to work."

"Why did you even do it?"

"Truthfully?" I nodded, "I was worried about what would happen when I would graduate. I didn't want to become a hero and Gwen gave me the easier option."

"By becoming a minion?"

"Isn't that what Frankie is to you?"

"Frankie is a lot of things: violent when angry, a total sweetie at heart, intelligent, strong-willed, my best friend- but she is not my minion. She works along side of me, not below me. She likes to think that she works for me but the truth is that she doesn't." Lash nodded in understanding. "Imagine it as if you and Speed were in our positions."

"Yeah, I get it."

"So the uh, sleeping arrangements. How are we going to do that?"

"I can take the floor."

"I'm not making you do that, ever."

"It'll be fine."

"No, it won't. I'll take the floor."

"This is your room, you're taking the bed."

"Come on!"

"Let's just share the bed."

"Why not switch every night; you can have the bed one night, I'll have it the next."

"Because that would involve you sleeping on the floor."

"Fine, we can share the bed. But no grab-hands got it?"

"Ma'am yes, Ma'am."

"Douche bag."

"Is this going to be a repeat of what happened during the project?"

"Shut it Lash."

"Kapish."

"Time to visit dad," I gulped and walked out of the room, Lash following.

I could feel tears threaten to spill over when I saw my father; he was hooked up to machines and looked rather weak in this state. It was impossible for me to look at him and be able to say he looked healthy. Then it struck me, the man who not only is half responsible for my birth but also raised me, was lying in a hospital bed- dying.

"Don't cry, sweetheart." His voice sounded as if it were fading and hadn't been used for years.

"I don't think I can stop it," I whispered leaning down to hug him.

"How have you been?" I sat down beside of him and held his hand in mine.

"Good- great actually," I sighed. "Um, can you give me some time alone with him?" I asked my mom, who was standing behind me.

"Sure," she walked out of the room and I let the tears spill over.

"Daddy, I'm… not a hero."

"What do you mean baby-doll?"

"I've killed people, I'm a villain. I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner," he shushed me and attempted a smile.

"It's okay; your mother didn't tell you about us any sooner either. I don't blame you for not wanting to tell us."

"That's the thing; I did want to tell you. I just… didn't know if you'd accept me."

"You're my daughter; of course I'll accept you. Your mother will too, I know it."

"Thank you dad. I brought money for the surgery."

"You didn't have to."

"Yes I did; you're my father and I owe it to you."

"You owe me nothing."

"I owe you and mom everything; the two of you raised me as best you could, and in my eyes you were -and still are- good parents."

"Thank you, Amazon. That means a lot to me."

"You're welcome dad."

"So have you told your mom yet?" I shook my head.

"I'm waiting for the right time."

"I would say wait until after the baby is born."

"I don't know if I'm going to be here that long."

"Oh."

"But I can stay longer if you want me to. I can just send Lash and Bobby back home without me."

"I don't want to force you to stay."

"You need me."

"It'll be fine."

"No it won't."

"Don't be stubborn."

"I get it from you."

"Honey, is something wrong?"

"Of course something is wrong, my father has cancer."

"Now we both know that's not what I meant."

"I'm trying to find some things out right now."

"Tell him how you feel; I'm sure he feels the same." I raised an eyebrow at him and shook my head a little.

"How did you…?"

"I'm you're father, I know these things. Way better than your mother does."

"Odd."

"Very; but it was obvious the minute you walked into the room. You're in love, and if he's good enough to have your love- then I approve."

"I like him, yes. But I don't think I can classify it as love."

"That's the same thing I said about your mother. I've seen that look well enough to know. Just don't let him hurt you."

"I don't think he would ever try to hurt me."

:D Yay. Two new chapters in two days. :O It's unheard of!

:) But anyways, special thanks to-

Evilpixie417

and SailorBoo.

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-Cwarnic93