(A/N: I partially regret killing off Barry and Iris in this story- mainly for this chapter.

There were like... four different parts where I typed in one or both of their names, and then went "Oh fuck! I killed them off! Dammit I need to pick a new name! Ugh!"

So yeah...

Phoenix'sSoul- The only reason why I still have my graphic stories, is because I wrote them on my iPod touch first, and then emailed them to my email address, and never deleted them. I copy and paste the story, do a little editing and- boom! Done and off the computer in ten minutes, all depending on how many chapters I have to update and how long they are.

QueenJoJo- I totally agree. It was either a bunch of goody-two shoes, or one that couldn't learn to how to keep their trap shut, thus ruining FanFic for about 60% of it's authors/readers.

Oaktavor- My stories won't be deleted (atleast not by me, idk about this site's staff.)... But I won't be posting anything new once all of my stories are finished, and I probably won't be posting anything new- except for maybe a few K, K+, or T rated one shots here and there, but I won't post anymore of those once all stories are completed.

Summer-Rain-Goddess- I wasn't aware that they did this. But if they have a problem with "Mature Content" then they should just get rid of the M section completely. Because to me, this is just complete and utter B.S. (Excuse my French.)

J9162- I completely agree with you. It is way beyond stupid. Sorry I don't have much else to say :(

*EIGHTEEN MONTHS LATER!*

So many things have happened in the past year and a half it'll make your head do a complete 360!

Me and Wally got married, right on schedule- April 15. I've had the same last name as my babies and the love of my life for almost a year, now. Jenna and Laura are two and a half, and good-fucking-God are they evil little monsters!

(And I thought Amistad and Benjamin were Satanic at this age!)

Speaking of Benjamin, he's (obviously) a big brother now. And as far as I can tell, he absolutely loves it. Every time we go over to M'gann and Conner's apartment, he's very over protective of Jordyn.

And yes, Conner was right; M'gann did have a baby girl.

Mary got remarried about five months ago. She married that French guy she met right before Jenna and Laura turned one- you know, the guy who Wally freaked out about.

Anyway, I have no idea what his name is, nor can I pronounce. I'll probably never be able to pronounce it, no matter how hard I try.

Wally wasn't too happy about getting a new "Dad". But I think he's lucky! I'd give away one of my lungs to have a new "Dad".

Oh! And I'm also seven months pregnant.

With twins.

Again...

Ugh!

I freaked the fuck out (biggest understatement anyone has ever said to anybody in the last fifty years.) when Dinah told me that not only was I pregnant again, but I was pregnant with twins.

... Let's just say, I had to be sedated to prevent me from neutering Wally in front of the entire Justice League and Team...

It was not pretty.

This time around, the twins are fraternal; a baby boy and a little girl. There names are going to be Izzabelle Iris West and Noah Carson West.

I'm due in seven weeks, on July 17.

In the middle of July- in Missouri!

Come the fuck on God!

Another thing happened in the past eighteen months.

Wally blew up the stove trying to cook the Turkey last Thanks-Giving.

Literally, blew. it. up. I liked that stove... So now, he's no longer allowed in MY kitchen!

"How're you feeling today?" Wally asked, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and kissed my neck, as I folded some of the laundry.

"Eh. One of the little terrors has the hiccups and keeps on getting kicked by the other one, poor baby..." I cooed, patting the side of my stomach.

"I'm sorry. Hey... Shouldn't you be... Oh, I dunno... On bed-rest?" He asked, pulling away and glaring at me.

I grimaced.

"But I hate being on bed-rest! And I can't do it either! We have two two year olds going through their demonic stage. You work twelve hours a day, five days a week, so we won't be homeless. Or living in our car. Or living with your Mother."

"But I thought you liked my Mom...?" He pouted.

"I do. But she's a newly-wed. Guess what newly-weds do?" I smirked.

Wally gagged, picturing his Mom and his Step-Dad... Err... You know...

"In less then two months we will have four children, under the age of three." I growled. "I'm sorry I got you pregnant with twins... Again..." Wally sighed. "But look on the bright-side; you got me neutered." He shrugged his shoulders, leaving the laundry room.

A few seconds later, I heard a crash, followed by a loud, pained groan from Wally. I waddled as quickly as I could (and for being probably over 185 pounds, my ass moved pretty damn fast) to find Wally on the floor, on his back groaning in pain, with several of Jenna and Laura's toys scattered all around him.

"Oww..." He moaned in pain.

"Great... You're paralyzed... Now I have to deal with five children..." I huffed, my hands on my hips. I turned to face the girls, who were sitting on the floor a few feet away from Wally.

They couldn't tell whether to stare at Wally, or to stare at me.

"Jenna. Laura. Thank you for breaking your Daddy's back." I sighed, frowning at them.

"You're welcome Mommy!" They giggled and squealed with delight.

Wally took some time off work to make sure I stayed in bed all day.

Ass-wipe.

I am only allowed on my feet for thirty-to-forty minutes a day. Unfortenetly, I'm only allowed to use those thirty or forty minutes for my bathroom breaks. Yippee-fucking-Doo! I have never been so bored in my entire life!

And I can't even have sex! Or else I'll go into early labor. I'm thirty-four weeks pregnant. Both me and Wally want to make sure I stay pregnant until at least thirty-six weeks.

Two more weeks and we won't have to worry as much.

I made it to almost thirty-nine weeks with Jenna and Laura. But I've known that this pregnancy was going to be the opposite since I found out.

For one; my morning sickness.

During my first pregnancy, morning sickness hit me around, like, six or seven weeks, and left by about thirteen weeks. This pregnancy? Morning sickness kicked in around three-and-a-half weeks, and didn't stop until after me and Wally learned the genders!

And I've been having major Braxton Hicks contractions.

They're really bad. I've been on bed rest since I hit twenty-seven weeks because of them. And since Izzabelle and Noah are both breeched, I'm going to have to have a c-section.

I don't want to have a c-section. I can't have one.

There is absolutely no way that I will be able to handle two screaming newborns, two toddlers, and staples in my abdomen with two weeks.

Not even Wally will be able to handle all of that!

But it seems like I don't have a choice.

"How are you feeling?" Zatanna asked, her and M'gann sitting next to me on the bed, as we ate chips and watched t.v.

"Ugh! I hate being pregnant! I am soooo getting my tubes tied after my c-section." I sighed, as Jordyn climbed into the bed with us, going straight for her Mom.

Jordyn is... Strange. She doesn't like hanging out with the other kids. She likes hanging out with Conner. If she can't hang out with her Dad, she'll settle for hanging out with her Mom.

She only likes to hang out with her brother and the other kids when both M'gann and Conner aren't there.

The original Team (plus Jade, Roy, and Lian) are over for barbecue. One last get-together before I pop. So all of the kids- except Jordyn- are out playing in the backyard.

"At least you have the option to tie your tubes. Martins are allergic to any Earth medicine that's stronger then children's tylenol, and I can't exactly have Dinah cut me open to tie my tubes without any pain-killers." M'gann sighed, frowning.

"So all you and Conner can do is pray you don't end up having two dozen kids?" Zatanna asked.

"Pretty much."

"So Zatanna, how are you feeling? Morning sickness still around?" I asked.

How could I forget?

Zee and Dick are having a baby!

She's seventeen weeks along, now. Batman and Dr. Fate (at least the Zatara side of Dr. Fate) weren't too happy about the unborn baby inside of Zatanna, since the two love birds are barely nineteen.

But they're excited. At least I think they are... Besides, they've been engaged since before Jordyn was born- almost fifteen months!

Who cares?

"Nope. Thank God." Zatanna said, sighing with relief. "That's great. What are you having?" M'gann asked. "Dunno. We don't learn until the third." Zee grinned.

(Zatanna would later call us on the phone at two-fucking-a.m. our time to proudly scream through the receiver to tell me that her baby is going to be, in fact, a little boy. His name? Giovonni "John" Richard Grayson.)

At three-sixteen a.m., on June 19, I woke up to wet sheets.

"Oh shit! Wally! Wally! God-fucking-dammit Wallace! Wake your sorry Ginger ass up!" I groaned, punching him in the shoulder.

"Ow! What!" He groaned, sitting up. "What the hell is your problem, Artemis?" He snapped. "I think my water just broke!" I cried.

Wally's eyes went wide. He quickly got out of bed, and grabbed the phone to call his Mom, so she could watch Jenna and Laura.

Once Mary arrived, Wally dragged me out to our van, the whole time repeating the words "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit."

Way to cuss infront of the children Wally... I'm so proud...

Oy...

During the forty-minute drive between our house and the nearest Zeta Tube, I had six excruciatingly painful contractions.

"Vous merde la tête! Pourquoi vous ferait cela me- encore une fois? Je pensais que vous m'aimiez! Manifestement vous n'avez pas puisque je vais grâce à ce nouveau! JE VOUS DÉTESTE WALLY!" I screamed at him.

He parked the van in a parking garage, shoved the keys in his pocket, and helped me get to the Zeta Tube across the street. We already have plans for Dick to drive the car back to our house later this morning or this afternoon.

"Hi Artemis. Are you okay?" Dinah asked me cheerfully. "Do I fucking look fucking okay to you!" I roared at her, my face red with pain and anger.

I was hunched over, clutching my knees in agony, while Wally helped me keep my balance.

Dinah helped Wally get me to the surgical part of the Cave's MedBay, so she could give me my c-section.

I don't remember much. The last thing I remember is my body going numb, before completely blacking out.

When I came to, I was in a bed, in slight pain near my abdomen. The only good thing is that I could see my feet- or the lumps in the blanket that are my feet.

I glanced over and saw two plastic cribs, like the ones Jenna and Laura were in when they were first born.

I could see two tiny newborns sleeping inside of them. One had a blue hat on, the other one had pink. I could see tiny tufts of red hair sticking out from the end of both hats.

Oh, my God...

Noah and Izzabelle.

I missed their births.

I could feel my eyes swelling up with tears, but before I could actually start to cry, Wally entered the room. "Hey babe." He said, walking over to me, kissing my forehead.

"Hey yourself, Baywatch." I said, sadly. "Why are you sad, Artemis?" Wally asked me. "I missed the birth. I missed Noah and Izzabelle's birth." I frowned.

"I know. I'm really sorry about that." He sighed, kissing me. "But if it makes you feel any better, they're not even an hour old. They were born at 4:30 and 4:37, and it's 5:15." He told me.

"Okay."

"Does that make you feel any better?"

"A little. I love you."

"I love you too. Do you want to hold one of them?" Wally questioned.

I nodded, sitting up a bit. I was quiet while I watched Wally scoop up Noah. I was dead silent when he placed our son- our only son- in my arms. "How much did they way?" I asked, my eyes locked on his slumbering form.

"Five pounds, nine ounces. Nineteen-and-a-half inches long." Wally told me.

"Both of them?"

"Yup. As far as I can tell, only major difference in appearance between the two of them is their junk." Wally told me.

"Jesus. What's with our twins being exactly the same?" I asked. Wally shrugged, picking up Izzabelle and sitting in the chair next to my bed. "Noah's the baby. Izzabelle's about seven minutes older." He informed me.

"Okay... Are Jenna and Laura still with your Mom?" I asked.

Wally nodded. "I told her Dick and Zatanna would come pick them up and bring them to the Cave around noon." He informed me.

"That's good." I said, yawning slightly. Noah started fussing in my arms, and my maternal instincts to comfort a newborn kicked in. "Oh, Noah. You're okay sweetie. Mommy's got you. You're alright." I cooed, holding him closer to my chest.

He yawned, his face now showing calmer features, as his head was squished into my chest.

Jenna and Laura arrived while I was feeding Izzabelle.

"What's that attached to Mommy's boob?" Jenna shrieked, pointing to her sister.

Yep... Wally's her Father, all right...

"Jen, that's your sister, sweet-heart." Mary chuckled lightly. Poor Jenna. She looked confused by what Mary had just told her. "But... Laura's my sister!" She whined.

"Uh huh. Laura's your big sister, and Izzabelle and Noah are your baby brother and sister." Wally explained, nodding his head towards a now wide-awake Noah in his arms.

"Are they what made Momma fat?" Laura asked, bluntly.

"She's no longer allowed to watch t.v. with you, Roy, and Dick." I informed Wally, glaring at him. Our two- almost three- year old daughter, just called me fat.

Man, do I feel loved...

"Are they twins, too? Like me an' Laura?" Jenna gasped, poking Noah in the leg with her finger. I nodded, a smile on my face, as Laura walked over to me and Izzabelle.

By now, Izzabelle was done feeding, so I had put my boob back into my shirt. Laura just stared at Izzabelle. She didn't say a word, didn't make a sound. After a few moments, her face scrunched up.

"I don' like her! Send her back!" She ordered, going over to Wally and her other two younger siblings.

I forgot that it was Laura who wanted a baby brother, and Jenna who wanted a little sister.

The first day home, Jenna and Laura avoided the newborns like the plague.

I think they would've been more interested in playing with giant spiders and rats, then holding or saying "hi" to their baby brother and sister.

"Jeez, Benjamin was the complete opposite of this when Meg and Conner introduced him to Jordyn." Wally sighed, as we changed both of their diapers.

"Ben didn't always have any playmates. He only got to have someone around his age to play with when we brought the girls to the Cave, or when Raquel brought along Amistad. That's why he was pretty much thrilled when he got a baby sister to play with." I informed him.

"But Jenna and Laura? They get to play with each other every day. They don't have to worry about being lonely." I explained, placing Noah in the bassinet next to his might-as-well-be-identicaltwin sister.

I collapsed on the bed next to Wally with a groan.

"Are you absolutelysure Dinah tied your tubes?" He asked, rolling over on his side and facing me. "Cut and tied. That's what she told me." I answered.

"Good. Because if we ever have twins again, I'll shoot myself in the crotchwith your Mom's gun." He groaned, covering his face with a pillow.

"Oh don't do that. I'll do it for you!" I laughed.

He smacked me with the pillow.

I smiled at him, as I watched him get up to go to the bathroom.

This was it.

This was the man that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. He was going to be the Father of my Children. The one who would help with homework and scrapped knees. He was going to read them bed-time stories and help me tuck them in at night.

Wally was the one who was going to walk our daughters down the aisle when they got married. Be the one to tell Noah not to ever let a certain girl go; to find his own little Spitfire.

He climbed back into bed with me and noticed me smiling at him. "Why are you so smiley?" Wally asked. "No reason. No reason, at all." I told him.

"I love you."

"I love you, too, Wally."

I had never meant it more.

****THE END!***

"You shit head! Why would you do this to me- again? I thought you loved me! Clearly you don't since I am going through this again! I HATE YOU WALLY!"