It had been about three weeks since I had told Dick and my parents. Since then, Alfred and Bruce had found out too. Alfred was concerned, but happy for me, Bruce, who could know?
I didn't know what to do any more. I was getting mood swings and Mom helped me with my eating habit's a lot. She had me wanting to just… pig out on bacon burgers and milk shakes. The food I had to eat wasn't always that good, but it was for the baby and I could stomach it.
Jason knew something was wrong, he wasn't stupid. I had managed to avoid his questions so far, sell him some cheap excuse like I wished I didn't have to lie to my parents. That bought him for awhile, but he saw through it eventually. Why wouldn't he? He's Jason Todd.
I was sitting in my room, reading a book a loud while rubbing my stomach. I liked to think of it as a bed time story, since it was almost bed time for me. Mom said no crime fighting while pregnant. I didn't like it, but I didn't argue, She was the expert on these things.
I finished the book and rubbed my stomach a little. It hadn't grown much in the month and a half I had it, but it was noticeable enough. I heard a noise down stairs, the door opening and some one walking in.
"Mom, is that you?" I asked.
I stood up, walking to my room door. "Dad, you home?"
Mom had gone to teach her gymnastics class while Dad had gone to the bank to cash a check. Still no answer.
I frowned, grabbing my butterfly knife and heading out to the living room. "Some one here?" I asked.
No one answered. I took a deep breath, and walked to the stair way. "I can hear you, no who's here?"
Silence. I sighed, gripping the butterfly knife tightly, and stepping down the stairs one step at a time. I reached the bottom. The door was wide open, the lights all off. I looked around, but the tinted windows didn't let much light in.
I held the knife ready, nad grabbed a gun off the shelf, it wasn't loaded but most people in Gotham are idiots. They see a gun, they think it's loaded. Jason had told me that once. I walked over to the door, closing it slowly and looking around, I couldn't see any one, but my gut and common cense told me they were here. "I'm going to count to ten, and then I'm going to start shooting." I said, holding the gun up like I had so many times before.
I stepped forward a little, walking step by step to the front desk, that's where a thief would go. Suddenly, hands shot out at me from the dark, they grabbed the gun, yanking the knife away, and pulled me back into a body, I struggled, about to scream, when they slapped a hand over my mouth, yanking me to make me be still. I panted, trying to put my leg behind theirs, but a pair of lips on my ear stopped me.
"Struggling is useless Kimmy." Jason whispered, nuzzling his face into my neck. I relaxed, smiling under his hand.
I lightly touched his hand, and he moved it away. "Jason, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"
He chuckled. "Yeah, you should be watching your blood pressure for awhile, shouldn't you?"
I raised an eyebrow, that was kind of a random thing to say. "Jason? What are you talking about?"
He chuckled, wrapping his hands around my waist as he gently walked me over to the front counter, and then pointed to some thing on it. "Look what I found Kim."
I looked at it closely, and then froze. It was the pregnancy test I had taken. The little pink plus was still there. I didn't move, I didn't say anything. I just stared at it, wishing it would just disappear.
Jason's hands tightened, pulling me closer to him. "Did you think you could hide it for much longer?" His hands went from my hips to my stomach, stroking it gently.
I stared at the floor, was he happy about it? Did he want to keep the baby? I know I loved it, I couldn't wait to hold it and smile at it. But Jason wasn't me, Jason was unpredictable. He might want it, he might not. He might want to put it up for adoption, or maybe even abortion. There was no way I could do that.
I started trembling as his hands moved slowly, circling around the bump on my stomach and then rubbing it directly. "Did you think I wouldn't notice the way your body was changing? Or how you're eating differently? Or how you haven't been patrolling anymore? Or even better, how your mom bought diapers today?"
His hands tightened on my stomach, and then relaxed, rubbing it gently again.
"Jason…" I said quietly, not sure what else to say.
His lips went to my ear again, kissing it lightly and then he said, "Yes Kimmy?"
"I… I'm sorry." I mumbled.
He turned me around, glaring right into my eyes. I swallowed, what was he going to do? Was he going to yell at me? He must be angry.
He lifted me easily, putting me in the counter and putting his hands on either side of me. He leaned in closer, still glaring at me. "When were you planning on telling me? If you were planning on telling me at all. Did you think I didn't care? Oh, hi Jason guess what? I'm pregnant and you're going to be a Daddy. Is that so hard to say?" He snapped.
I flinched, looking away from him. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't know how you would react, and I couldn't handle it if you got angry at me because of it."
He gently grabbed my chin, tilting my head up to look at him. His gaze softened, and he sighed, "I'm not angry."
"… You're not?" I asked hesitantly.
"No, I'm not." He put his hand on my stomach again, stroking it with his thumb. "I'm… I think I'm happy."
"Happy?" I asked.
He looked up at me, "Yeah, I think so." He went back to rubbing my stomach, and for a long time, neither of us spoke.
Finally, he bent down, kissing the small bump and then sighed, "I don't think I can do it."
"Do what?' I asked, leaning forward.
"Be a father." He said, looking up at me, "I'm not the most… fatherly guy around." he looked down at the bump again, just staring at it.
This wasn't about my fears anymore. I wasn't scared, Jason was happy with the baby. I put a hand on his shoulder, "Jason Todd, you're one of the bravest men I know. You've always been there for me, and I know that you'll be there for our baby, don't be scared."
He looked up at me, smiling, then back down at the bump. "So, what are we gonna call this little guy?"
I thought for a moment, "Jason Junior?"
Jason shook his head, "Nah, lets give the kid something original."
He picked me up, carrying me up the stairs and into my room, "How about Jack?"
"No." I said, "It sounds to plain… we could name him after Dick."
"There is no way I am naming my son Richard, because you know, one way or another, we'll end up calling him Dick." He said, setting me down on my bed.
I shrugged, "Worth a shot."
"How about Spencer?" He asked.
I thought for a moment, "That's a possibility. There's also Jake."
"How about Carlos?" he asked.
"Kevin." I shot back.
"James." He offered.
I shook my head, "This is hard."
He chuckled, jumping onto the bed next to me and running a hand trough my hair. "We've got plenty of time."
I nodded, looking down at my stomach, and a completely evil idea crossed my mind. "What if it's a girl?"
Jason froze, and I smirked, "She'd probably have black hair, since red hair is a recessive gene. Blue eyes, since green eyes are a recessive gene too."
Jason didn't laugh, didn't smile. "My hair isn't black."
I raised an eyebrow, "You never told me that."
He shrugged, leaning down and pulling part of it aside so I could see the roots. "Well, I'm a red head too."
"OK then, our little girl would have red hair and blue eyes." I said, smiling.
Jason frowned, and I continued, "I wonder how old she'll be when she has her first crush." Jason stiffened, and I had to hold back laughter. "Wonder what he'll look like? Blonde hair and dreamy brown eyes maybe?" Jason put a hand around my waist, and cleared his throat, clearly wanting to change the subject. "Oh, wonder who she'll marry."
He snapped, grabbing the little bump desperately, and glaring at me, "First of all, I know it's going to be a boy, second of all, even if it is a girl, she will never, ever, not in a million years like, let alone, crush, on a boy." He said, spitting the word out.
I chuckled, kissing his cheek. "Keep telling yourself that Jason, you just keep telling yourself that."
Jason's grip on my stomach tightened, glaring at me, then, a dangerous smirk spread over his face. "Oh, don't you worry Kim. I will personally take care of any male who so much as smiles at her."
My smile fell. If I was going to have a girl, I probably just ruined her love life. For your own sake kid, you better be a boy.