Chapter 9 - Ending 5 - from 4B
Kim came back to Shego's room after sending the twins home with her mom and dad and a short detour by the newborn room. The pale woman still looked exhausted -- tired can not be cleaned off as easily as sweat.
“What do you think?” Shego demanded as soon as she saw Kim.
“Well, with you for a mother I wasn't sure what to expect. At least she has the right number of toes, but it would have been nice if they were five and five instead of six and four.”
Shego was too exhausted to even glare. “Oh, I've decided I'm going to bring a lawsuit against you,” she told Kim.
“On what grounds?”
“Lack of informed consent. You went through this. You knew what a pain giving birth is, and you didn't warn me properly. I'm going for all common property and half your earnings.”
“Do you get the girls too?”
“No, I get the girls three.”
“You're welcome to them. I'm getting off cheap,” Kim laughed. “Seriously, how are you doing?”
“I just want this damn harness off. It will help me burn off some of the extra pounds I put on the last few months. I want my girlish figure back or my wife may desert me for a younger woman.”
“I don't think your wife would do that to you. She seems like a good woman. I'd even call her long-suffering for all she has to put up with.”
“Yeah, I knew you'd stick up for her. Well, let me tell you she's pretty hard to live with. She leaves the toilet seat up!”
Kim laughed. “Your mom is on her way. Henry is flying her down--”
“I hope he doesn't crash the Go-jet, again.”
“She promised to stay with us for a few weeks. She asked about the name.”
“I'm not going to tell her.”
“Why not?”
“Because she would tell you.”
“So I have to tell people my daughters are Kasy, Sheki, and little anonymous? I don't know how that will look on her high school diploma.”
“You just have to wait a little while. Baby naming at the synagogue will be in thirty days.”
“You're serious?”
“I'm serious.”
“This is revenge for me picking out the names for the twins, isn't it?”
“Absolutely,” Shego assured her.
“That is so petty.”
“I'm letting you off easy,” the pale woman mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.
Kim felt some relief that the paper on the procedure wouldn't hit the medical journals for a while. They had a little time of being relatively normal left. And hopefully, after a flurry of media attention life might settle down to normal again. She reflected on that once again as she prepared to push the wheelchair with Shego and the baby out to the car.
“We need to get rid of the old Volvo one of these days,” Kim remarked as she pushed the two down the hall. “We're starting to embarrass the twins.”
“We're their parents. That's our job. Besides, we want a safe car around when they learn to drive.”
“Are you planning on keeping it until little Jane Austen learns to drive?”
“Where did you learn the name?”
“Doh! I bribed a nurse. What did you think?”
“You've been living with me too long. What do you think about the name?”
“You gave me grief over Kasy and Sheki? The poor kid is going to be Plain Jane or Austen Powers, you know that don't you?”
“It's a great name. It has history.”
“And what's with the O'Ceallaigh? People won't know the girls are sisters. She should be a Possible too.”
“You expect me to take your name? The skin color lets everyone know they're sisters.”
“I hoped with the harness she wouldn't inherit that.”
“No. Remember, the comet affected me down to my DNA. The green seems to be dominant. But they've got a pink gene from you. God only knows what their kids will look like… Dear God, Kim. You and me as parents? The lives we've lived? The poor girls don't stand a chance.”
“You're only realizing that now?” Kim thought to herself as she pushed the wheelchair out the door and her dad pulled the Volvo up to the curb.
---An End---