Ah, I apologize, I was supposed to post this up on Monday and got side-distracted with something that came up recently. However, it better than never! ;)

Beta'ed by Dragonian-Master (Still doing a fantastic job here!)

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Once dad was going downstairs, I went to get my phone and called my psychologist sister without stalling. She's only there when I need her most and she might not expect me or the problem I am facing big time.

The ringing played familiarly and by the fourth ring, she picked up to answer me.

"Hey Danny, what's up?"

I sighed, "Hey Jazz, I need to talk to you."

She hummed, "Alright, let me sit down. Are you sitting down too?"

I huffed, "Yes, on my bed."

"So, what's up?"

Sometimes, she tried to avoid eagerness because that would have made me walk away easily. I know my coming to her is a big excitement and she enjoys helping. It's just she goes a little too overboard, but I always had the right to tell her to knock it off and keep it simple. My sister can be annoying, but her brain is big enough to help me out in almost everything.

"Well, dad showed me the magazine where I was kissing Vlad and he assumed I was dating Vlad. But, I don't remember a thing that night." I told her straight to the point.

"Okay," She took a deep breath, "So what is the problem?"

I could tell she's being professional about it for me because she can easily jump conclusion all she wanted to, but that wouldn't benefit her much. I'd be emotionally about it or shuts up when needs to.

"Um, well, uh, I think I got Vlad knocked up." I quickly told her.

It felt like somebody pounded into my chest so hard where I could feel it for days. With Jazz, I wasn't too sure how she'd react, but the silent between us was nerve wrecking and driving me to the edge where I'd beg her to say anything. Yet, it hadn't happened and it's only three seconds had passed.

"A-am-am I hearing this correctly, you knocked Vlad up?"

I nodded, "Yes."

"Okay, so he's knocked up. That's natural for ghost to be pregnant. Does he knows he is?"

"Yes, but we didn't know I'm the father. We were both so drunk that night, I guess we had some fun that night to lead to him being pregnant. He known about it for a month and week, but he's two months now."

"DRUNK! Do you realize that Vlad can sue you for 'raping' him!?" She had gotten emotional about it.

I groaned, "By law, we were both drunk! Besides, Vlad can't claim or sue anyone or he'd be force to be seen in public at later date and he'll be seen pregnant." I explained.

She took her deep breath, "Right. So, are you going to tell Vlad?"

"I don't know."

"You need to let him know. I mean, he's going to want the father of the baby there for him at least."

I frowned, "Are you kidding me? After his dreams that he worries that the father is going to take the baby away. Jazz, I was jealous of him! But until today, I no longer felt jealous because that's my kid!" I groaned, "Like I'm going to tell Vlad that I'm the daddy and that I want my kid too."

"You are worried that Vlad will jump into the same reaction like he did to the dream? Well, tell him you will not take the kid away from him because both of you did not expect this. Wait," She briefly paused, which scared me, "Is this going to be my little niece or nephew?"

Wow. She almost scared me there for a second and her thoughts toward a baby that hasn't been born yet.

"Uh, yes, but I'm not sure if I want to be the daddy or if it's really my kid."

Jazz sighed, "Talk to Vlad. Vlad is probably going out of his mind, that if he doesn't say anything to the father or 'finds' the father, he feels he will lose baby. If you tell him, he will no longer fear that because he knows you and you don't take advantage of people."

To think about it, Vlad doesn't know who the father is. He didn't suspect me or ask me at all. All Vlad could have thought he might have met somebody and that he was willing to have sex that night. He just doesn't remember as much as I do.

"Well, I'm not going to decide right now to tell him. I'll tell him when I'm ready." I sighed.

I knew she'd be shaking her head by now, "Don't wait too long, Danny. You might miss out on everything."

I snorted, "Nope. I'm his personal doctor."

"Still, don't wait too long, Danny. It will get difficult to admit it."

"I know," My eyes closed, "But I need time to sink this all in. I've had dreams of our night of my child being conceived. I had dream where memory was back, but there were no sounds." I felt like banging my head up against a wall. "I didn't even know it is my child until dad showed me the magazine! Now I want those burned!"

She chuckled, "Too late anyway, little brother. Once it is out, it is everywhere. So dad went out to find out about both of you?"

I scoffed, "More than that. He's not clueless anymore."

"What do you mean?" Her voice showed me she was really curious now.

I smirked, "Oh, dad figured out the connection that I'm Phantom."

"WHAT!?" She freaked out, I could imagine her trying to breathe.

"Relax, dad is okay about me being a halfa since I'm still his son. Right now, he doesn't know that I got Vlad knocked up because he's not familiar with ghosts' ''normalcy''." I laughed nervously about dad learning Vlad's pregnancy.

"I wonder if mom knows," Jazz commented, "If dad can figure it out, there's no way mom would have kept quiet for so long."

I hummed, "Jazz, mom doesn't think like dad does."

"You'd never know."

My eyes rolled, figuring she wanted the whole family to know, and I wasn't ready at the time. However, becoming a father isn't something to waste time with.

"Look, I'll talk to you after dad leaves or when I figure out when to tell Vlad about the truth." I told her.

"Okay, but let dad know that I know too and this is too exciting! Finally, is mom going to be told?"

I smiled, "Yeah, but until I'm done with my first summer course."

She hummed, "No more lies, excuses, or cover ups to mom and dad. Can you imagine the stress level going down so much more?"

I chuckled, "Yeah, I can." My chuckling eased down and made my lips curled, "Now, talk to you next time, Jazz."

"You too, little brother."

We both hung up and I got up to take care of the counter table for dinner, not knowing what dad may order today considering there's a lot of restaurants in this city, and he could pick anything to eat out today. So, the kitchen counter is getting cleaned up and my thoughts drifted to the baby.

It literally made me glow at the idea that I get to be the daddy without a worry. I mean, not having to look for someone who can wrap their idea in the head that I'm a halfa and so will any of our kids. That and I won't make the 'wife' feel unusual or different from the family. I always had dreamt that kind of a family, but I couldn't fit myself to trust someone with my secret. I mean, Sam and I dated for a short while and it had turns out, there wasn't any passion or that we had the same ideal plans we wanted for our future. It was absolutely nothing in what we had in mind and we broke up because it wasn't working out for us. If only Sam and I had some common grounds of our future, then she'd be the one.

I hadn't expect to be the father myself, though. Am I capable of being a parent? Suddenly, breathing had felt hard…but wasn't I okay with knowing I got a kid coming in? Wasn't I happy about the fact I have nothing to worry about? Slowly, I was able to breathe when I asked myself the question and the answers were obviously in front of me.

What about Vlad? He could not want me to be involved with the child and refuse me to raise him or her! It felt terrifying, knowing I'd miss every little detail of his or her life, and I can't let that happen. I can't believe I'm having these thoughts while I'm drying the table. Man up, Fenton! I fought powerful ghosts and I'm acting like a wimp!

How do I talk to Vlad and admit the truth? Does he know at all? About that night and what we did? Although, he doesn't know who is the father and assumed that man is just a gay human. If I hadn't realized ghosts were capable to be pregnant, regardless of the genders, I'd freak and run out. I'm not like that, because nothing is normal around me.

I'm setting these plates, forks, knives, and spoon since I barely got a clue what's for dinner. Maybe I should just forget a little while until I see Vlad next time.

"Son! I'm back with Chinese!" Dad's excitement never got old.

I chuckled, "Hey dad, grab a chair and we eat now." I gestured the chair from the other side of the counter.

He helped himself with the chair after setting down the food he got for us. We spread it all out and divided the food in half. Awe man, I miss Chinese! Look! I picked up an egg roll, they're delicious!

"So, is everything okay? Do you want to talk about it?" Dad had to bring that up.

I sighed, "Are you aware of ghosts' pregnancy?"

The man formed his eyebrows together to process my words down and think about it for himself. I grabbed a couple of soda cans, set one down in front of him, and opened up one for myself while I waited.

"I don't recall that's in the ghost biology stuff. Ghosts can pregnant?" He questioned me.

I nodded, "Yeah, genders are pointless to ghosts, so they're capable of being pregnant and it's normal. Their core is based on ecto energy, whereas the energy can alter their body into a necessity function in order to have all bodily function during pregnancy."

Dad nodded, "This is fascinating. I would have never known. Son?" Dad hummed.

I blinked, "Yeah, dad?"

"I'm taking a wild guess. Is Vlad pregnant or something? Can ghost or like you, impregnate a human male?" He had to ask those?

I swore I felt blood rushed to my face and decided to sip…a lot. Dad was waiting for me to answer him, but how? My mind weighed carefully on the decision to tell him, but dad isn't clueless.

"Vlad…is pregnant, but he's-"

"-of course! He was blasted by the proto-portal! He's just like you, isn't he?"

Shocked. Just utterly shocked at my own father to know obviously. He was grinning excitedly about it and Vlad was going to kill me for this!

"Yes…but don't let Vlad know that you know. He," I sighed, "Has issue trusting anyone to know his secret unless you're close to him. Not that you aren't close to him, but I meant his definition of being that much close to him." I groaned, "Don't make it known that you know. He hates it." I sighed, "So, yes, he's pregnant and-"

"-Is the kid yours?"

"Yes-"

"-then you better bring him home for summer! At least tell him you told me about your ghost secret thing, err, and that you'll claim ghost can impregnate human males."

I slapped my face, seeing how eager my dad tends to be, and a bit jumpy conclusion. Now I know where Jazz gets the genes from dad, but mostly from mom.

"Dad, Vlad doesn't know I'm the father of the kid he's carrying."

His baby blue eyes stared right at me, "You are going to tell him, right?" He picked up his can and drinks them.

I sighed, "When I am ready. He will know…before he gives birth to our kid anyway."

His head tilted, "How is he going to give birth if he's…well, you know?"

"Ghosts can form a birth canal twenty-four hours before going into labour, but it will not be pleasant since it is painful and a long process to go through. However, long distraction should ease the pain down." I explained.

He nodded slowly, "How long have you known all this?"

I shrugged, "Since I was about to turn seventeen, I guess."

"So this is all normal to you?"

"Yup," My head nodded, "Normal as in constantly fighting these ghosts back into the ghost zone or make sure to stay away from GIW as much as possible or I'm dead as any ghosts."

"Aren't you dead already, though?"

I chuckled, "Half ghost, not half dead." My head shook, "Dad, what ghosts call me is a Halfa. That means I'm half human, half ghost. I still have my human side and my ghost side, Phantom. If I don't have a ghost side, then I'd be some kid with ghost powers instead." I smiled, "At least you know all of them except the Ghostly Wail. I only use that for extend of an emergency and absolute necessary in the danger we could be in. I rarely use it, but it helps." I babbled.

Dad grinned, "So how often do you spend in the ghost zone?"

"More than Vlad," I muttered, which he shouldn't have had heard, "In the first year of Halfa, several times in a week or a month. Since I came to college, usually during vacation times."

"So Halfas are the good ones, huh, son?" He grinned goofy looking.

I took a bite out of my egg rolls and could not believe how my dad. I thought he'd give up on the idea ghosts are evil, but I guess some things doesn't always change. I chuckled after swallowing down my food.

"Not all ghosts are evil, dad. It's…well, not all can be my enemies all the time. Like Skulker, he's like an ally. Most of the time, he'll hunt me because he wants my pelt on his wall. However, if the ghost zone is in danger or he needs help, then he turns into an ally without betraying each other. I've got ghosts who I know are my friends." I chuckled, "And one ghost, he's above all, yet, you don't want to mess around with him either. He's powerful and I can't even stop him." To admit, it was because he was only playing that role to be the one who wants to kill me and he almost did.

Dad awed like a little kid would be at amazing stories they hear or read. How fascination makes everything more realistic than anything else could be. It's nice to talk about something without flipping out or having excuses to cover everything up because he or she doesn't know my secret.

"So superheroes, villains, anti-heroes, anti-villains, and everything?" He gasped.

I shrugged, "I guess, but I'm not a hero. I'm just doing my job because I don't, who will?"

"Superhero's motto," Dad continued grinning off his face.

My eyes rolled, "Yeah, supposedly your weapons are my weaknesses as Kryptonite is to Superman." My obvious deadpanned look told him otherwise.

Dad looked paled by the thoughts and bored at me with frightful expression laid out for me to see. I practically laughed and realized he took me too seriously! He jolted and confused at me for being this way.

"Dad, it wasn't killing me. None of your invention ever did. Err, well, the ghost portal did, but I came out half alive anyway." I shrugged.

Dad sighed, "Oh, good. But, doesn't it affects you at all? Any of the Fenton weapons?"

I nodded, "Yes, like most ghosts. Only, the shield is different. If I wanted to walk through that shield, I had to be human. If I was a ghost, my power is suppressed. If I was still human, I wouldn't be able to transform to Phantom."

Dad was fascinated all over again by this and he was grasping the understanding how his inventions worked.

"What about when most of the times you're human with the devices?" His head tilted the other way.

I picked up my can, "The Boooomerang can find me either form, but it hurts when it hits me in the head. The Spectral Deflector will electrocute me, even if I'm human. Any tracking devices, it leads you to me. The Fenton Catcher splits me in my human half from my ghost half, so I intend to stay away from that at all cost because I don't like my personalities splitting up." I shuddered, seeing myself going SUPER was crazy enough as it is, "Oh, man, the house on-" I shuts up because no one knows about those three days.

Dad turned his head and waited while he was eating some of the Chinese noodles. How would I explain about the house on defence mode? I mean, that's only for the Phantom Team to know. Well, dad knows now and there's no way to avoid because the Reality Gauntlet was destroy long ago. There's nothing that could have had done to change that now, but letting him know might help to increase.

"The house was on the emergency defence mode one day, the GIW were after me after…some evidence they have gotten. I was human at the time, once I had the emergency on for my friends and my protection. I figured I'd fly my friends up to the Ops-Center. Unfortunately, the house viewed me as a threat when I tried to go ghost." I shrugged, "But, it doesn't attack if I'm Fenton."

Dad's blue eyes widened and it had left him speechless about the emergency defence for the house. It was only known to be for anyone who has ecto signatures or ghosts who are seen as threats.

"I will have to change the house to recognize your signature and probably your friends as well."

"My ghost friends?" Dad nodded, "Why? I mean, it benefited for my friends and me that day and saved a lot of trouble. It helps me to stay human and remember to be human anyway."

"Well, you're my son and I will not have weapons or devices that will cause you problems." He stated, "Now, we are getting way off topic. When are you going to tell Vlad that you're the father?"

Dammit, I was really enjoying to keep my mind off things and he brought that back up. My shoulders shrugged and took a few bites of my Chinese rice. Dad wasn't pleased to see that I was going to do this immediately.

"Son, don't wait too long. He needs to know and honestly, I don't care if you're dating him. Besides, he doesn't looks like he passed being twenty-three years old." Dad commented.

My mouth stopped functioning and didn't understand where dad had went on with this. Why is he mentioning of Vlad's age to now?

"Uh, dad, why are you saying that?" After swallowing those food down.

"According to the study, all ghosts are immortal. Vlad barely aged for the first time I saw him after twenty-years. Now mind you, I didn't have white hair when I was in college and all those weight. Not even those wrinkles either. Vladdie doesn't have any of those either. You, though, I think you just stopped aging right after you hit puberty."

Ghosts are immortal? That did not comforts me at all and now, I'm worried. I didn't bother eating more of dinner and pushed the plate aside.

"I need time to think. I'll see you in the morning." I got out of my chair and head into my bedroom for the rest of the night.

With so much on my mind, I wasn't too sure how to handle this because I doubt there's a book to help or inform to help me out on my problem. It's too much to handle and speechless all at once. Vlad is pregnant with my baby. I am the daddy. Dad figured out the connection. Ghosts are immortal…does that means so am I?

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