Devony "Firecracker" Quinn

Meme just found out - breaking the news

Devony "Firecracker" Quinn

Devony

Meme just found out - breaking the news

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Devony


Devony had been feeling sick lately and a little odd. She had no clue what was going on, all she knew she didn't like this feeling. One of her friends joked around telling her baby she got knocked up. It took forever for the words to process, when they did it hit like a ton of bricks.

Immediately got a few pregnancy tests and sure enough all of them were positive. She cried for a few days, not even sure how to deal with it. One thing she did know is - the baby daddy. She only slept with one person, Dean Monaghan.

She had no other choice but to break the news to him first of all. She went to his room, knocking on the door nervously, waiting for him to answer.
  • "I don't think my mom exactly had time to think though what she wanted to do with me," Dean says shock kind of keeping him calm right now, "She kind of had other things to worry about."

    "Adoption still might be a good option though. Find the kid of good family to take care of and raise it and all," Dean suggests, "But that type of would kind of be your decision. " She had said she would raise it herself if she had too.

    "I guess," he says, "Depending on what you wanted I could just give you a check every month and see the kid every once in a while. Or we could swap off with the kid."
    • "My mother wasn't stable at the time...she feared for my life. She never told me why..." Devony said, over thinking some of the stuff her mother told her. Devony still has no clue that The Joker is her father.

      "Adoption? I wouldn't do that. Like I said, you don't need to do anything or worry about anything. I'll take care of her or him. With or without you." She said sternly. Devony understand how her mother must have felt when she was pregnant with her.

      "I don't think you want anything to do with me or the baby. Which is fine!" She frantically waved her hands in mid-air. She tilts her head to the side.."I never expected anyone to be with me or fall in love with me....as people say. I'm too crazy. I might be crazy...I'm still a girl with feelings. " She places her hand on her flat stomach, knowing that a little human being is growing inside of her. "I just wanted to tell you. It's only fair."
      • "The CIA was trying to kill my mom for an embarrassment that her and my Dad had caused them," Dean says, "They didn't stop trying till there was a regime change and they decided to hire her back."

        "I'm not trying to be mean or anything by that," Dean says taken aback trying to explain himself, "I'm just thinking about what might possibly be better for the kid. I just don't want the kid to turn out like me is all."

        "If you're really set on keeping the baby," Dean says getting up as walking over towards he, "Than I'll definitely help out as much as you want me too." He reached to put his hand on her stomach. "After all you are a good friend and it is my baby too."
        • Devony frowned a little. She gathered some people were after her mother, Pam and herself. She never could figure out why a certain individual kept sending her cards with clowns on it, with the words written soon and happy birthday pretty girl on the card. She understood the part of someone after the people you care about.

          Devony nods her head. She felt selfish for wanting to keep the child...he was right. Worry about the child turning out like her or him is not something any part wishes on their child...especially when both lived such hard lives. "I know....I understand." she says.

          Devony blinks when he gets up and walks over to her. She flinches a moment when he places his hand on her stomach. She relaxes, smiling at him. "Thanks Dean, that means a lot. If worse comes to worse my parents will help raise this baby if we can't."

          "By the way...does this mean we can have hot pregnancy sex?!" she says loudly.
          • "Well we've got like nine months to figure out exactly what we want to happen with the kid," Dean says feeling a little guilty about how all that he said must be making her feel.

            "I've got some family that are away from all of this stuff that could help out too if we needed it," Dean suggests. His Aunt Barbara might definitely be able to help there or even Tiegel.

            "I am totally up for that," Dean says with a big grin.
            • Devony nods her head. At this moment she felt confident enough to raise this kid, who knows what is going to happen within those nine months.

              All she could do is nod her head...everything is happening so fast, she felt like it would make her go more insane. At least they have options for the baby if they decide to go a different path.

              Devony grins right back, a little surprised. Did not think he would be up for that, "I hear women's sex drive is extremely high when pregnant..."
              • Dean's mind was more kind of focused on the though about not having to really worry about rubbers for the next nine months. Which definitely put a grin on his face.

                "I wouldn't really know," Dean says, "Never really looked into that kind of thing before. Guess we will probably figure that out soon enough."
                • Devony thinks about it a little more, soon shrugs it off. "Eh, whatever...yessssssss, we can figure it out along the way." She smirks at him.
                  • "So what do you want to do now," Dean asks now that he was starting to process that he had knocked someone up.
                    • "I guess we have to inform our parents...I know I do." She says nervously. She wasn't sure how her parents are going to take it. "Probably the team...I don't think they would care much..right?" She asks Dean.
                      • "It might be best to wait on that," Dean says, "I mean I pretty sure that's what most people do just to be sure on things."

                        "My mom would just call me an idiot again but that's about it. Team wouldn't really care but the Checkmate goons might want to know who knows might even get you out of here sooner or something."
                        • Devony wasn't sure if she agreed on the waiting, however, he does have a point. She nods her head, letting out a small sigh. "True...I guess."

                          "My mother would flip out. My aunt might want to hurt you, it isn't your fault...we both slept together and stuff." She blushed a bit....that night was pretty intense. They finished mission, both were still hyped up from it, one thing lead to another the next morning she woke up next to Dean.
                          • "Patience is a useful skill," Dean says, "But if someone figures it out feel free to tell them their right." He had always heard most people like to wait month or to after they find out to make sure of things.

                            "For the record if someone does attack me I will defend myself. Just saying is all," Dean says. That was definitely some night.
                            • Devony had no patience whatsoever. She is more direct and lets get it done type. It does not hurt to try something new once in awhile.

                              Devony tilts her head to the side, a little confused....what is he referring to? She keeps looking at him and nods her head. "What do you mean by that anyways?" Devony asks.
                              • "Just that if someone from your family tries to attack me for this I kind of have a shoot first ask questions later rule of thumb if people try to kill or hurt me is all," Dean says with a shrug.
                                • Devony titles her head to the side. She found it funny when people over assume the worse in others. She could not blame him, he's been through a lot, just like herself. "You can try, that's all I have to say about that!"
                                  • "Well glad we have an understanding there," Dean says. "Blood before the little guy even gets here would be pretty bad."
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