Quillcox- Imagine if you're a sixteen/seventeen year old boy, and your girlfriend asks if you two can have a baby. You're gonna look semi ill.
At five days old, Laura and Jenna could go home. Their first night, everyone realized that the girls had yet to learn a very important lesson, called sleep!
They would not sleep! And since I'm breast feeding, my boobs were just hanging out half the night, much to the joy of Wally.
He seriously, would not stop staring- even if one of the girl's was latched on!
"Laura's gonna be a speedster." I told him, at around three a.m. "Really? What makes you say that?" He asked, as he finished burping Jenna.
"Because every forty-five minutes screaming her head off because she's starving. Since we've got home this afternoon, I've only fed Jenna five times, where as I have fed Laura almost triple that." I explained.
"She's going to have superspeed."
"If that's the case, then Jenna's going to be an archer." Wally smirked at me. I smiled, releaved that Laura had finally finished eating, releasing my boob.
God breast feeding feels weird.
Two weeks. Two weeks and the girls finally learned how to sleep longer then ten minutes. Yay!
Also, the Jenna and Laura's eyes changed color. Green. Wally's actually pretty damn proud. Whether it's because his genes were more dominant or because he said that if their blonde they'll have green eyes, I'll never know.
Today was also the day that me and Wally were taking them to the Cave for the first time. "Got every thing we need? Diapers, blankets, extra clothes-" "Yes yes yes!" I cried, interrupting him. He picked up the car seats while I grabbed the diaper bag, and we made our way to the Zeta Tubes.
When we got there, the Cave's residents (Conner, M'gann, Zatanna, and Ben) were eating waffles for breakfast.
"Hey guys." Wally said, setting the car seats by the couch. He then proceeded to stack five waffles onto his plate, drowning them with about a gallon of syrup.
Eww...
"So how's fatherhood Wally?" Zatanna asked. "Not too bad. Doing better then I thought I would." He said, thankfully between bites. "Y'know Conner, you and Megan should have another one."
Oh my God...! He didn't!
Wally's last comment made both Conner and M'gann choke on whatever bite of food they had in their mouth. "Maybe in like six years!" Conner cried. "Maybe we'll just stick with. I dont think I could handle another demon child beating the crap out me from the inside for nine months." M'gann sighed.
"You don't want to try for a girl?" Zatanna asked. M'gann shrugged. "Doesn't effect me either way. I mean, if I get pregnant again, I get pregnant again. But I'm not gonna try to get pregnant again." She explained.
"That makes sense." Wally said. "Hell, Wally's not getting in my pants again until we're married or the girls turn two, whatever happens first." I shrugged. "What about condoms?" Conner asked.
"We used 'em. And birth control pills. Still got pregnant." Wally sighed.
At a month old, Laura and Jenna were now sleeping in their own bedrooms, in their own cribs. But I'm still breast feeding, and I plan to for the next three or four months.
Wally's actually been a pretty normal Dad. He's thrilled that he's about to be nineteen in just two short weeks, which I don't get since he's already a legal adult.
"So what do you want for your birthday?" I asked, as we got ready for bed. "A blow job." he smirked. I punched his shoulder, hard.
"I'm being serious Baywatch!" I snapped. "So am I!" Wally laughed. "Ugh!" I groaned, falling onto the bed. He laid down beside me, his arm placed onto my stomach, his head burried in the crook of my neck.
"I wish I was skinny again." I mumbled. "Why? Pudge didn't do any girl any harm." Wally yawned. "But you've got to remember this Wally, I've always been fit. In fact, besides being pregnant, the most I've weighted is 114." I muttered.
"How many more pounds until your back to your pre-pregnancy weight?" He groaned. "Sixteen." I huffed. "So you're, at most... 130 pounds? Most girls in this country would murder their own parents to be a 130 pounds." He sighed.
"You're right. But I still don't like it." I grumbled.
When Laura and Jenna were seven weeks old, Rudy walked out on Mary.
During the next four days, Wally comforted Mary, while I took care of the girls.
"I can't believe he would do that. Twenty-Seven years they were married, and he just walks away. Twenty-fucking-Seven years!" Wally spat, punching a hole in the closet door of our bedroom.
The noise his fist made caused one of the girls to cry. (Wally wanted them to stay with us for a few days. He probably wants to be near them, until we gets over the asshole move his Dad made.)
"Oh it's okay. Daddy's here. I got you." He said, softly, picking up Jenna, and snuggling her to his chest.
It was at that moment, that I realized something. I no longer had to worry. I had been worrying that Wally was going to leave me since the test came out positive. Now I don't have to anymore.
He's not going anywhere.
Sorry this chapter's so short :(