2 months passed, Petra had enrolled herself in Braille classes…she was actually getting use to the fact that yes, she was a woman and blind, she would probably stay this way for the rest of her life…as long as she had the help of Micky, Mike and Davy she didn’t care.

“So Pete…how was classes today…?” Micky asked navigating his way through the streets…it was his turn to pick Petra up…

“Great I learned 3 new letters D, E, and F…it was-“ Petra was interrupted by a weird pressure around her stomach area, she looked down even though she couldn’t see anything and put her hand over her stomach, Micky noticed this a got scared,

“Something wrong Pete…?”

Petra looked up and turned her head, a big smile on her face, “…it kicked…he, she…kicked…”

Micky forgot about the road for a bit and turned to face Petra…a huge smile across his face, “Really…?”

“…yep, you want to feel it…it’s still going…”

“Um…um-I-um…” Micky stuttered he wasn’t sure; he had been trying to avoid everything that came in contact with her touch…he fell in love even with her touch…

Petra could see he was hesitating… “Awe come on…” she coaxed, picking Mickys hand off of his lap, and placing it on her abdomen…Mickys hand tensed up, but as soon as he felt the slight pressure on his hand, he loosened up his eyes went wide… “…awe Petra, that’s so groovy…”

“Yep…I know, Peter eat your heart out…”

Micky laughed, “…ya…a whole other life is not something Peter could have created,”

“Mike and Davy will be excited…”

“Ya I know” she smiled,

Mike and Davy had been playing rock, paper; scissors when Micky and Petra walked in, both had big smiles on their faces so they instantly knew something was up,

“Hey mommy…what’s up?” Mike asked smiling…Petra’s smiles were contagious…

“The baby started kicking…” she said triumphantly, Mike and Davy instantly got off their seats and huddled around Micky and Petra,

“…really…” Davy asked smiling, “…how does it…like, what does it feel like?”

“…UM…different…” she smiled,

“Have you thought of any names…since you only have 4 months, you better start planning…” Mike stated,

“I have to choose names…” Petra said in a sort of scared shock voice,

“... Yes didn’t you know that…you can let the baby grow up then chose its own name, by then it could be Clark Kent Tork…which you know won’t go down well with the relatives…?”

Petra laughed, “…ya your right…I never had to worry about anything like that when I was-“

“…PETER…we know…” Davy, Mike, and Micky announced in unison,

Petra blushed, “Ya…”

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