The pregnancy test came back positive and they took pictures of the baby inside me with a weird cold wand. I did not like that, but it was nice being able to look at a picture of unborn children, as they were twins, even if they weren't originally mine they was my kin's. I was looking at the pictures when there was a knock on my door.
"Come in," I said as I quickly hid the pictures. Three people came into my room, Peter Nekotama and two women, possibly his parents? One of the women had the same hair color and eye color to Peter and the other had similar features, but had light brown hair and honey colored eyes. I could smell the scent after it rains again, maybe it was Peter's pheromones.
"Constantine Blaine, we are extremely sorry for what our Peter has done to you," the two women said in unison.
"Sorry, Connie," Peter said.
"Where are your parents?" the dark haired woman asked, "I was hoping to apologize to them as well."
"They haven't come yet," I said as I grabbed the pictures again, thinking that maybe Peter would want to know about it, "But I do have a few questions." They looked a little shocked.
"What do you need to know?" Peter asked, as if he knew that I was asking him.
"You were the one who gave me this mark, right, Peter?" I asked. Peter looked a little regretful, but nodded.
"Yes," Peter said.
"But you weren't the one who drove the truck that hit me," I said, I had finally understood what a truck was yesterday, "So why are you acting like it's your fault?"
"Because I attacked you, making you run, and you got hit by the truck," Peter said.
"This whole thing is weird," I said, "But I have more questions. The doctor said that we are a 'fated pair', do you believe this too?" Peter looked back at the two women.
"My moms are a fated pair," Peter said, "And I think we are too, considering how quickly you've recovered due to my kisses."
"So you've been sneaking kisses from me while I was in a coma?" I asked. Peter swallowed really loudly, as if he was really nervous.
"Yes," Peter said.
"Hold out your hand," I said, holding the unborn twin babies' pictures in my hand. Peter walked over to me and held out his hand, which I put the pictures in. "Does this have anything to do with you?" Peter frowned as he looked at the pictures, but his expressions changed very quickly between several emotions.
"Is this..." Peter started. His moms were a little curious, so they looked at it too. They were shocked.
"Is this yours?" the light brown haired Mrs. Nekotama asked.
"Yes," I said, "I'm just confused if they're Peter's or not."
"It has to be," the dark haired Mrs. Nekotama said, "The development seems to perfectly align with the day you were marked by Peter."
"We're going to be grandmas," the light brown haired Mrs. Nekotama said excitedly.
"But we're only fifteen," Peter said, "Can we handle two babies?"
"If we can talk between both families," the dark haired Mrs. Nekotama said, "We might be able to come to an agreement where you two and the twins would be able to be cared for by either one side or both sides."
"Seeing as my family members haven't visited me even once since I woke up," I said, "I don't think it's a good idea to assume that they're going to help care for us at all."
"You weren't such a realist before, Connie," Peter said, "Is something going on?" I didn't want to think about things like this at the moment, but was I really that different from Constantine?
"I've had a lot of time to think," I said, "Between not being able to move much due to having broken bones and being in a come after a bad accident, finding out that I was marked by my fated pair, finding out that I was pregnant, and being abandoned by my family, I had to think a lot of things through. It was very lonely, but I decided that it would be best if I just accept reality for what it is. It's like it's own novel being written and the twists and turns just make it ten times better."
"We need to have a discussion with your family first," the dark haired Mrs. Nekotama said, "And if they're willing to help, we can set up a system where you come over to our house for a bit and then all four of you go to your house for a bit. If they aren't willing to help, we can have you live with us permanently until you're old enough to get married and have a job. We don't want two children raising two children by themselves until you can financially support yourselves and even when you are living in a place with Peter and your children, you're welcome back any time."
"I don't think they're going to be happy about it," I said.
"Where is your cell phone, Constantine?" Peter asked. There were phones in my time, just not cell phones.
"I think it's in my bag on the table by the door," I said. Peter nodded, went into my bag, and grabbed a weird glass brick as well as a weird wire with strange ends.
"It's dead," Peter said, "I'm going to charge it with the cable I found."
"Why do you need that?" I asked.
"I want to see if we can call your parents on your phone," Peter said as he put a weird wire into the wall and the other end into the cell phone thing.
"I don't know if they'd answer," I said, "They don't seem to care about me."
"Well, we can try," Peter said, "We'll try your phone first, but if that doesn't work, I'll just get the number and give it to Mama, who's a CEO of a company that does business with your family, so she might be able to reach them better." What the heck is a CEO?
"How long will it take to revive the cell phone?" I asked, but the three of them gave me a weird look, "He said it was dead."247Please respect copyright.PENANAofJcoIrQDo
"Sorry, you mean 'charge' instead of 'revive', right?" Peter asked, "It might take a while, because the battery was so low that it turned off. When we have more than 10% charge we can call, but it has to stay plugged in until it's fully charged."
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