Told by Jemma.

It was the middle of the night when I woke up with severe cramps, and I just knew it.

And I was gonna have to go it alone. Not that I wasn’t used to that.

“This sucks. So what now…?”

“I know it’s the middle of the night, Stevan, but I really need to see you… I just delivered the baby.”

But do you think he would come over?? Noooo of course not, he was too tired and had to work in the morning.

Dammit, I didn’t even have a crib set up for her.

Hopefully Mom will know what to do when she wakes up.

“So you’ll come over tomorrow after work then? … Yeah I think we have extra cribs in the basement somewhere. If Daddy’s not around I’ll need you to help me get that set up.”

I wasn’t counting on it.

Oh GOD Stevan! Why do I have to keep chasing you?

…/

Like, I don’t know what to say. He’s so sweet when he’s around me. But I just have this nagging feeling that he’s not really into me as much as I’m into him… or something. He can’t be cheating on me… could he??

And was he sizing up my cousin that night?

“Do you really think you should be drinking so much when you’re pregnant?”

“Mom does it. And we turned out fine.”

“So…you zzzzzink my cuzzin is cuter than meee?”

“No! Of course not!”

“Hur hur! Of coursssssh not! I’m thhh prettiesh girl in the worrrrld…”

Stevan got pretty fucked up too though, so we had a lot of fun.

Until Lulu got arrested. I made a mental note to make sure she is of age the next time I take her out. Good thing Stevan’s colleagues didn’t see him.

…/

I still ended up chasing him around when he would say he was too busy to come over.

“Where is he, dammit?”

“Well I’ll wait until he comes home. I’m staying over.”

“He better not bring a chick home.”

“Hey, what are you doing here? What happened?”

“Ohh… just… this baby… umm, it kinda sits on my bladder and…”

“We could just clean up in the shower together.”

“Okay!”

…/

So that was all fine, when we were making out and stuff.

Then I got really big.

“Okay, well just… come over Saturday then… when you’re off?”

Dammit.

‘Dear Stevan. I know this is old-fashioned but I thought it would be romantic to tell you this way that I love you. Our baby will be beautiful—‘ No no no, maybe I shouldn’t talk about the baby…

“When is everyone coming home from China?”

“I dunno.”

“What do you want to do today?”

“Nothing.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

“What are you going to call him?”

“I dunno.”

“Hi there, little brother!”

To make the worst of it, Daddy wasn’t too pleased with me when they got back.

“Daddy, I’m sorry I got pregnant! I didn’t know it would happen on the first time.”

“That doesn’t make it any better.”

“…”

“Okay, okay, we’ll deal with it. You’re still my baby girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

So the ol’ apple trick didn’t work and I didn’t get my Stevan clone. And I still didn’t feel much better after having her.

Maybe even worse.

Tegan: “I didn’t see nuthin’.”

As for me and Stevan…

“I need to talk to you.”

“Fine but… are you having bladder problems again?”

“I don’t wanna talk about that.”

We don’t talk about your flea problems, do we?

“Jerk.”

“Do you even have any sense at all?”

“I’m sorry, Jemma! I-I-I just … I’ve been really stupid. I’ll try so much harder, I promise!”

“Oh really. Why is that now?”

“Because I love you.”

And then you would think it would be romantic… but he went to sleep.

When I came to, I just decided to wake him up. Poor boy works so hard.

…/

And what about the baby?

All I can say is, if I ever lose Stevan, I’ll still see his face every day in Jovanna. ❤

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