Nero and Kyrie have a daughter. Nero leaves when his daughter turns five and now his kid is having a kid. Aria refuses to tell her mom but maybe it'll be easier to confide in someone close enough to her but who really can't judge; like the dad that left her.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the storyline and a few OCs.

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Aria

Chapter 3

So there we sat; I, my father, his coworker, a bunch of other girls, and . . . their moms. You do not know awkward until you're sitting in a gynecologist's office with your dad. Dante and Dad just checked me in and now we waited . . . and waited . . . and waited until the receptionist finally calls: Aria. So I go back into the oddly business-like office with the nurse.

I sat on a cold metal table in the middle of the dark tan room. It was kind of funny. The whole room was reminiscent of the waiting area outside just darker and there was an HD LED flat screen T.V. monitor to the right of me on a sad, skeletal steel stand.

Then the doctor walked in. She was a pretty girl with golden blonde poodle curls that fell just past her shoulders and deep blue eyes in sea foam green scrubs and a white lab coat with the ID badge: Lowell on it. She was staring at a clip board.

"It says here that your name is Aria no middle or last name given, that you're 17 years of age, and you're here for a pregnancy test, is that correct?" Dr. Lowell repeated routinely, only looking up from her clip board to confirm.

"Yup." I sighed loudly, swinging my legs as they dangled off the iron bed.

It was in fact a bed I realized when I saw the pillow on one end and it resembled a doctor's office even more when I noticed the mechanic control desk at the head.

Dr. Lowell sat down in the rolling chair in front of the desk and I crossed my legs atop the table as I turned to face her.

"Okay." She announced giving me her full attention once she'd gotten herself organized. "What we're going to do today, for the safety of the possible child," she explained with a straight face, "is we're going to run a ultrasound. So, I'm going to need you to lie down and pull up your shirt."

And so I did (and for any perverts out there I only pulled it up high enough to expose my stomach).

Dr. Lowell grabbed what looked like a tube of glue that's label read: Ultrasound Gel from her desk and rolled over to me. She went to smear some on my stomach but she stopped.

"Have you eaten anything yet today?" She inquired.

"I almost had a slice of pizza but was stopped from eating it by the conversation that brought me here." I explained to hear my stomach growl as if to prove my point.

"Have you consumed any liquid?" She again inquired. I felt like I was being interrogated but I kept calm.

"My dad's coworker told me I'd need to drink lots of water so I did. I had like, four bottles in the car on the way over." I informed her, which reminded me, I really had to pee.

"Good, you'll need it." She concluded then she proceeded to put the gel on my stomach and run an ultrasound (the cold gel did not help my situation).

Afterward she let me pee then told me the extent of her findings and asked me a few questions. When we got home, Dante and Dad did the same.

"Yes, I'm pregnant." I explained as we sat on the couch in the . . . I guess you could call it a living room. Both Dante and my dad looked eager for answers.

"How far along are you?" Dante reiterated his original question.

"Like I said: about a half a month."

"You said you started noticing symptoms about a half a month ago." My dad recalled.

"You must have some superhuman ability to be able to notice a pregnancy that early on." Dante joked.

"Well I am one quarter demon." I reminded them.

"So it looks like you'll be spending eight months here idly" Dante noted to out loud himself.

"Not necessarily," I proposed, "I could still fight. I may not heal as fast as you two, seeing as I'm only quarter demon, but I do heal faster than the normal human and I don't get sick."

"Yes, but you're with child." Dad said.

"Nero, wait!" Dante practically interrupted out of enthusiasm, "It's faster, cheaper, and more emotionally painless than abortion!"

"You're forgetting this, though. While, as the generations of human inbreeding grow, the amount is deduced, there is still demonic blood coursing through my baby's veins."

Dante sighed and I realized something surprising: no one had gotten up from their seat in the "living room". And by the sound of that sigh, no one was about to.

"Have you even noticed how much Dante knows about childbirth?" my dad broke the short lived silence. Then it dawned on me: Dante knew more about this than I did. As did my dad, but that was probably because he'd gone through it. Why did Dante know so much?

"Allow me to explain." My dad began as if reading my thoughts.

"I got Trish pregnant a while ago." Dante cut in. "When I first found out, I freaked. She told me that it was too late to have an abortion and too expensive anyway. But I started to get used to the idea and I started to like it. I was going to be a Dad. And once I found I was okay with the thought, I begged Trish to take time off demon hunting, she wouldn't. That child would've been three quarters demon the end result, miscarriage."

"I'm so sorry," I sympathized, "I didn't realize -"

"Don't demon-hunt while pregnant if you want to keep it."