Chapter 9:

Sam POV-

"Not one word, Tucker," I warned, taking a bite of a school cafeteria burger, there is a perk to being grouped with the outsiders: when the avid ultra-recyclo vegetarian suddenly picks up a burger, nobody notices. Nobody except Tucker, who smirked gleefully at my situation.

But, I wasn't kidding, if he opened his mouth again, he was going to wind up in a world of hurt courtesy of a severely hormonal pregnant woman.

"Dude, don't." Danny told him, seriously. At this, Tucker closed his mouth, almost looking pained by how much he wanted to ridicule me, but, for a change, he remained silent.

The past few days since we had gone shopping had gone relatively uneventfully, and now I was on my fifth week.

But I could tell that there is something that has been bothering Danny since after he dropped me off on Saturday, but, whatever it is, he hasn't told me yet.

No way am I letting that go.

So, when the bell rang, and Tucker left the table to get to his next class, I held Danny back.

"Danny, what's wrong?" I asked in a hushed tone.

"Nothing," he replied. Danny can't lie, especially not to me, so I arched my eyebrow in hi direction, crossing my arms impatiently.

"Okay," he sighed, "After I dropped you off on Saturday, my ghost sense went off and I went to check it out."

I nodded for him to continue.

"It was some marionette puppet ghost that I had never seen before. He told me…he told me that he was responsible for…us…you know…" Danny trailed off but I guessed what he meant. He finally found the ghost that had caused us to sleep together, but I failed to see why this discovery had made him so anxious.

"Okay, why?" I asked.

"That's the thing. I have no idea. I mean, just in the few seconds I was around this ghost I saw him messing with people, but it was like simple stuff. I have no idea why he would just to so deeply manipulate us when I have never even done anything to this ghost…unless…" Danny's eyebrows pulled together in thought.

"Unless…" I prompted.

"Unless someone paid him to do it, someone who doesn't have the ability to manipulate other people's emotions," Danny considered.

"Who?" I questioned.

Danny shook his head. "Well, there are like a million answers to that one. Anything to get me tied up, distracted, or with someone else to be used against me…so, I guess we're just going to have to wait to find out."

"What do you mean?" I wondered, not sure what he meant by waiting.

"If they want to use our kids to my disadvantage, they'll do it after they're born…and we'll be ready for them," he said.

I nodded, it seemed like a solid plan, or at least as solid of a plan as we could possibly get with so many variables involved, and we stood up, going to our next period class.

"Hey," I told him, "We have another doctor's appointment after school."

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Danny POV-

After some bargaining with Jazz, I finally convinced her to let me use her car after school again.

We arrived at the appointment, signing in, only to be called to the back immediately afterwards.

The doctor asked Sam some questions, and then took another view of the babies. This time, instead of just two shapeless blobs, you could actually see them starting to take shape, curved, with little bumps in the blobs where arms and legs would start to form.

This time, the doctor seemed perplexed.

"Last week you told me you were only four weeks along, I am correct?" she clarified, and Sam nodded.

"At the time I realized that, at four weeks, we probably wouldn't be able to see much of anything, but I decided to take a look anyway because teenagers are so frequently wrong about the date of conception…I had just guessed that you two were very off because we were able to actually see the heartbeats which is usually only seen at ten weeks. But, looking at this now, if I had to guess, I would say that you are twelve weeks along instead of five," she told us. I had no doubt that that was my fault, any amount of ghost powers that I had genetically passed onto our kids, meant that they would grow quickly; I had just been hoping that it might have slowed down.

"So what does that mean?" Sam asked the doctor. She shook her head, looking back at the ultrasound.

"Honestly, I have never seen such advanced growth before. They seem to be progressing, and they seem to still be healthy, but I think you two should come in weekly instead of every couple weeks just so that they continue to progress smoothly," the doctor suggested.

"Okay…assuming that they continue at this same rate…how long do you think I will be pregnant?" Sam questioned.

"Well, because twins usually go less than a full term anyway, I'd say your pregnancy will be between a total of 25 and 30 weeks, which means you only have 20 to 25 more weeks to go," the doctor informed us.

"Wow…that's…wow," Sam exhaled, "Um…when will I start to show?"

"Soon," the doctor said, "Have you not told anyone yet?"

We shook our heads. The doctor looked at us with something resembling pity.

"Well, you're going to want to do that soon. You will start showing probably within the next week, if you're not already starting to," she said.

"When can we find out what we're having?" I asked. The doctor looked at me, then she lightly chuckled, like she was amused at my interest.

"Probably about three weeks from now," she told us.

The doctor finished her evaluation, and then the two of us left the doctor's office, climbing back into the car.

We both shared an unspoken question: when would we start telling everyone?