I have decided on the following things for the twins (already):
Genders
Full Names
Appearances
Birth weight/length
Nursery Set Up
Delivery (Natural/C-Section)
Week they are born at (ex. 34 weeks)
That's a lot for this only being the third chapter huh?
Rottenwraith: Wait- what? What are you talking about? Whendid that happen?
Youngtitansevolution: No I didn't stop writing "Secrets". I'm just having writers block. For some odd reason, whenever I have writer block for a long time I get these incrediably awesome ideas! ... For completely new stories. Thus, "Redemption", "Our Decisions", "Blush", "Mating", and "Cảm ơn mẹ. Cảm ơn cha. Bởi vì tôi muốn hình ảnh đó!" were born.
Yes... This happens to me A LOT!
Once our parents knew that I was pregnant (with twins) they told us that they wanted to discuss the situation together privately.
So one Zeta Tube ride later, and my Mom is talking with Wally's parents in their kitchen while we wait patiently outside on the front porch.
"So what do you think they're talking about?" I asked, my head on his shoulder. "Dunno. They do know that we want to keep it- them. It's been six hours, you'd think I'd be used to saying "them" instead of "it" y'know?" He sighed. "Tell me about it. They're probably discussing living arragments and whether or not they'll force us to get married." I huffed.
"Do you want to get married?"
Married? When it came to my pregnancy, literally the last thing on my mind was me and Wally getting married. The question wasn't if I wanted to marry him (I already knew I did, I've known for a couple months now.)
It was when I wanted to marry him.
"Maybe in a year or two. But not right now. I don't wanna be a "pregnant bride"." I yawned. God what time is it?... 10:15. Damn. It's been a very long day. When are they gonna decided on whatever it is they're discussing so I can go to bed?
I'm pregnant; I need sleep!
"Artemis? It's time to go home." Mom said, as Wally's Dad helped her off the porch. "Do you need any help getting home?" Wally asked. "Nah. Zeta Tubes aren't too far away. Plus it's a safe neighborhood." I shrugged, kissing Wally goodbye before I pushed my Mom home.
"So are you gonna tell me your decisions?" I asked, once we were a few blocks form Wally's house. Mom sighed. Whatever it was, she knew that I probably wasn't going to like it.
"We decided that, since Wally needs to be there for you and the babies as much as possible, it would be best for you to move in with him and his parents until you have enough money for your own place." She said.
"Mom, I can't leave you! You need me!" I cried, stopping. I knelt down infront of her, my arms folded in her lap.
"I'll be fine. And I refuse to let you raise my cháu in that crappy Gotham North apartment of ours. That is never going to happen." She said, taking my head in her hands.
"I'll be fine. Your Father is where he belongs- in Belle Reve for the rest of his life. You have nothing to worry about. And you can still visit. I'm a ten minute walk and a Zeta Tube away." She smirked, as I stood up, the side walk making my knees hurt.
"But what about school?" I asked, as we started moving again.
"That's entirely up to you. According to your due date, you'll deal with the majority of your pregnancy after you graduate. If you want to finish at Gotham Academy you can, and if you want to transfer to Keystone High you can. It's your choice." Mom explained.
Which do I choose? At Gotham Academy the work is harder, but I'll be able to check on Mom almost everyday on the way home. And Keystone maybe closer, but they only person I'll know is Wally.
"Gotham Academy it is."
You never realize how much- or in my case little- stuff you have until you pack it all up. I managed to put all the stuff I planned to take with me (clothes, books, photos, a few random knick knacks, toiletries, the 'Alice in Wonderland' poster, my arrows and quiver and bows) in just six medium sized boxes.
I even took my old, faded green baby blanket my Mom made when she was pregnant with me. It'll have to be washed, of course.
"Hey beautiful."
I turned and saw Wally leaning against my open doorway. "Hey yourself." I smiled, placing the folded up blanket in the last remaining box, before taping it up. "Need any help?" He asked. "Yeah, grab one of the boxes and follow me." I said, picking up one as he grabbed another.
We walked down two flights of stairs to Wally's car, placing the boxes in the trunk. "I'm gonna need a new car. Cause there's no way in hell am I putting two babies in that back seat." Wally said. "Yeah. Your car smells like cheeseburgers and sex." I joked, as we walked back up to my room. He snorted.
"Yeah. So is this all your taking?" He asked. "This is all I have." I corrected. "Huh. Thought you had more." He mumbled, grabbing another box. "Believe me, so did I." I scoffed, doing the same.
Wally drove us from my old home to his home. We were in that Goddamn fuckinh car of his from 5 a.m. to 11 p.m.
"I hate your shitty car." I growled at him during the car ride. I think we were in Virginia or somewhere.
He laughed, gently squeezing my knee. "I seem to recall you screaming the loudest in my "shitty car"." He smirked. My cheeks turned red. One of the main places where wehad sex was his car, so I didn't have to be quiet. But surprisingly, his car wasn't where I got pregnant.
The couch at the Cave was.
"You're a perv!" I scoffed. He laughed, stopping at the red light. "I figured after being together for two years you would've acknowledged this earlier." He smirked.
"What do I see in you again?" I snarked, crossing my arms. "My good looks, charms, and the eight inches in my pants." He smirked. I let out a shaky breath. "Pull over." I ordered. "What?" He asked. "Pull over. I'm still skinny." I hissed.
It took him about four seconds to understand what I wanted.
Sex.
I wanted sex.
He found a dirt road that was on the side of the free way, driving about twenty yards into the woods, before putting the car in park. We moved to the back seat, Wally sitting down while I straddled his lap.
Our lips crashed together, tongues fighting for dominance. His hands pulled my sweater up over my head, tossing it to the floor. I moaned as his hands gripped my ass. His shirt was quickly gone, my lips trailing down his neck.
(Sorry guys, this is T rated! Trolololol! :P)
It's been two weeks since I moved in with Wally. I was only eight weeks along, but I could already see a slight bulge forming over my stomach. I'll definitely be showing by twelve weeks. Ugh...!
I share a room with Wally. Thank God he's got two closets and a dresser with six drawers. Unpacking my things was pretty hilarious.
"One of the closets is for you. I cleared out half of the medicine cabnet in the bathroom for you, and some of the bookshelf. How many drawers in the dresser do you think you'll need?" He asked, yawning as he ran a hand through his scalp.
"Two. Three at the most." I shrugged, already putting my shirts and pants in the closet he had cleared for me. "Cool. I'll just stuff my boxers and socks together." He shrugged. "Wait, only two?" He asked. I nodded.
I surprised him at how little space I took up. I put my underwear on one side of a drawer and my socks on the other side, same with my tank tops and shorts.
It took me about an hour and a half to completely unpack all of my things into his room and bathroom.
Nothing has really change in my pregnancy.
Except my morning sickness has gotten worst.
Almost every morning between three and five a.m. I am bolting out of bed and running for the bathroom. And eight times out of ten my hurling wakes Wally up. He is so sweet! If I wake him up, he'll get out of bed and hold my hair back for me. Then help me clean up when I'm done.
God I love him. What did I do to get him?
"So when's my next appointment?" I asked, buttoning up my Gotham Academy shirt as Wally stepped out of the shower. His bathroom is small, but luckily it's big enough for us to move around a bit.
"Tuesday. March 2. 11:30 a.m." He said, creepily, like a robot.
"Thanks. I can just skip school that day and hang out with you." I said, pulling my hair up into it's usual ponytail. "Two more months." Wally smiled, as he got dressed.
"Two more months till what?" I asked. "We learn the genders. Unless you wanna wait till the birth." Wally reminded me. "Oh God no! I wanna learn as soon as possible." I yelped.
"We gotta go. I'll see you at four." I said, kissing him goodbye before leaving for the Zeta Tubes.
Gotham Academy wasn't happy about my pregnancy. But since I have a 3.9 GPA and more than enough credits to graduate (I have 29, and the state requires you to have at least 24), they let me stay in, as long as my pregnancy doesn't effect my school work.
It actually surprised a lot of people when I declined the chance to graduate early. But we were already almost halfway done with the semester when me and Wally found out that I was even pregnant, so I saw no point in graduating early.
Besides, I'll only be nineteen or twenty weeks along when school let's out. So no worries.
"Artemis! Hey Artemis wait up!" Barabra hollered, running up to me once I got onto school grounds.
Ever since Bette graduated last year, Barabra has been my go-to girl. In fact, besides Bette and some weird creepy kid named Dick, Barabra is the only person I talk to here.
"Yeah Barb?" I asked. "Is it true you're pregnant?" She asked. My entire face paled. "Oh my Gosh! You are! When are you due?" She asked, grasping my upper arms, a grin plastered on her face.
"Uh, October. I'm due in October- on the tenth. But since I'm having twins I'll-" She interrupted me. "Twins? Whoa! Good luck! Do you know what they are?" She cried.
"No. I'm barely ten weeks along. But we do know they're identical." I smiled. "Oh congrats! I'll see you at lunch okay?" She said, running off, as I went to my first class in the opposite direction.
I am now fourteen weeks today. Which means the following people (women) are dragging me and Wally baby furniture shopping;
His Mom, my Mom, and his Aunt Iris. Everyone else will come with us when we have to shop for clothes.
Lord help us.
We're at the store to pick out two cribs, a glider, a dresser, and a changing table. Everything else can wait until next month, when we learn the genders.
"C'mon Wally! Bye guys, see you in an hour, go have fun!" I yelled, dragging Wally by the arm deep into the store.
"You must really want to get this done and over with." Wally smirked, once we found the baby section. "Uh huh. Sooner we're done the sooner we can eat." I said, as we began to look at cribs.
We ended up picking two white sleigh cribs, a matching changing table, a dresser that had eight drawers, and a white glider with a matching foot rest.
The glider came with a white seat cover, but Iris knows where we can get a blue or pink one to replace it.
We spent about $1,700. The price made me nervous, but Wally's Mom told me not too worry; the price was actually cheap since we're having twins.
It still didn't make me feel right though.
At seventeen weeks, just four days before we learned the genders, me and Wally decided to pick the baby names. After, literally, seven hours of debating, we finally picked out the names.
Laura Christine and Jenna Elaine for girls, and Parker Aiden and Noah Mitchel for boys.
We're keeping the names a secret, until we know the genders.
God why am I so nervous? Ugh!
"Meg? Were you nervous before Dinah told you and Conner you were having a boy?" I groaned, stepping into the Cave's kitchen as she fed Ben whatever can of mushed up crap he was getting today.
"No. I was more excited then nervous." She said. "What about Conner?" I asked. "I think he was terrified." M'gann shrugged.
"Why? Are you nervous?" She asked.
"Yes!" I cried. "Me and Wally learn the genders tomorrow!"
"Just relax. It can only go one of two ways; either you're having two girls or two boys." She said, picking up Ben and putting him in his play pen infront of the t.v.
"Thinking about how nervous you are will only make it worst." She said, putting the dishes in the sink before sitting down on the couch.
"Hey M'gann? How'd you tell Conner you were pregnant with Ben?" I asked.
"I handed him the test and said "If you don't know what this is Google it" then seven months later that little eight pound demon came out." She said, staring at Benjamin as he laughed at us.
I honestly had no idea. I always figured he was there with her when she took the test, like Wally was with me.
"Was it really that bad during your pregnancy?" I asked.
"Yes! God! I had a baby with super strength growing inside me. There were some mornings where I would wake up with bruises on the outside of my stomach. I was relieved when he was born!" She cried.
"Wow. I kind of feel lucky that I'm having twins." I grimaced.
"So any names picked out?" Dr. Peters asked me, as she poured the gel on my stomach. Wally had gone down the hall to get a candy bar.
"Yeah. Laura and Jenna for girls. Parker and Noah for boys." I said, folding my arms back behind my head.
At only 18 weeks and three days, I was big. My stomach stuck out so much, that the only way I could see my feet, was if I sat down on the couch and propped them up on the coffee table.
These two monsters better be worth me not being able to see my toes.
Wally came back just in time. We're having a 4D ultra sound to get a good picture, so we're one hundred percent positive on the genders. "Now, if there are three lines, they're girls. And if it sort of looks like a turtle, then they're boys." Dr. Peters explained.
"Turtles?" Wally asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I've been an OB/GYN for twelve years, and when it comes to determing a boys gender, the closest example that's accurate is a turtle." She explained, turning on the machine.
I gasped at what I saw on the screen.
They looked like they were cuddling! It was so cute! While me and Wally stared in awe at the miracles we created, Dr. Peters checked their measurements to make sure they were developing properly.
"Want me to type the names on the screen?" She asked, a warm smile on her face. Me and Wally both nodded, the excitement nearly killing us. She typed in the names, one next to each baby's face, and we gasped.
Laura and Jenna.
We were having girls.
Cháu- Grandchildren