an army of babies.

JJ wasn't at the first day back at school.

But Otto sure was.

Everybody stared.

Even the teachers gave her sideways glances. Everyone knew what happened at that party.

They stared and whispered, well, some whispered others just talked.

Not showing any emotion Otto walked through the halls like every other day, like no one was giving her a glance.

She walked beside Kie who would flick the bird at the occasional person who'd make a rude comment, while Otto didn't give a fuck, Kie did.

After school she went home, it'd been a while since her parents got home and Otto finally made an appointment to see the doctor. She was well past due for one, she just hadn't really gotten around to it.

Laura asked if JJ would be there, Otto said he wouldn't.

He wanted no part.

Otto's mum gave her daughter a solemn look. "Would you like me to let JJ go?" She asked, JJ wasn't the best gardner anyway, he mowed the grass, pruned some bushes and watered the flowers. But the bushes always had chunks missing and the flowers obviously got trodden on in his efforts to water them.

It was clear he tried his best, it took him way too long for him not to be trying his best. He was just a really shit gardener.

Otto knew how important JJ's job was to him, it was the way he got the money to keep himself afloat, which he was barely doing already.

He'd be fucked without it.

"No. He needs the job. Just tell me when he's coming around, I don't want to see him."

Laura nodded, proud of her daughter for being the bigger person. While Otto was a little prickly she was a good person.

Dumping her things Otto got into her car and drove off to the clinic, she waited in the waiting room and looked around at other expectant mother's.

Shockingly, she was the youngest.

It was clear people were trying not to stare, they'd look out the side if their eyes or not so subtly crack their necks.

Otto didn't care, she knew if she was in their place she'd probably stare too.

It was weird to look around at the other women and think that that's be her in a few months. Looking beyond uncomfortable and exhausted.

Fun.

A few minutes later her name was called, and she got up and walked with the nurse to her room.

The doctor sat at a chair. She was probably in her late fifties and had greying brown hair pulled back into a painfully tight bun. Her tan skin was wrinkled slightly and she wore an extremely modest outfit, around her neck was a cross.

"Ottilie Moreau?" She asked as if needing confirmation.

"Gold star for you."

"Just going to ask a few routine questions." The doctor said clicking a few buttons on the keyboard.

She ran through them, asking things like her date of birth, her last period and if she had any idea the day she got pregnant. She asked about pre-existing medical conditions and family history.

Then she asked a question that didn't seem all that routine.

"And the father isn't around?" She asked, looking from her computer at Otto.

The assumption - while correct - was presumptuous and rude, not to mention pretty irrelevant, how did the man who got her pregnant have any bearing on her care?

She wanted to say he was just prove a point but instead she leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms.

"I don't see how that is relevalnt to my care," her eyes found the name tag pinned to her shirt, "Doctor Wheeler."

The doctor smiled thinly, "If you don't want to answer that's fine."

When Otto didn't reply she took that as an answer and they moved on with the appointment.

Otto got up on the bed that had the world's noisiest paper on it, once on she pulled up her t-shirt so the judgemental doctor could continue to judge her.

The silence was tense, she listened to the baby's heartbeat.

It was kinda creepy and surreal that there was a heart beating in her stomach. That she currently had two hearts in her body.

The doctor agreed that she was nineteen weeks pregnant, and that so far everything was in order. She also managed to slip in that teenage pregnancies had a higher chance of complications which was comforting to hear.

"Would you like to know the gender?"

Otto shook her head, "Gotta have something to look forward to." It was a joke, but the look on the doctor's face was shocked.

"Is the birth of your baby not exciting enough?"

"No." Otto really didn't care what the doctor thought of at this point, there was no way she was going back to this woman.

At the end of the appointment, when the doctor was sitting back at the computer and Otto was wiping all the gel shit that was jarringly cold off her stomach the doctor asked one more question that annoyed Otto to no end.

"To prevent any further pregnancies what is your plan for contraceptives?"

Otto didn't hold back her glare this time, "Well, I'm currently pregnant so that should work for a while, but beyond that I plan on getting pregnant again as quickly as possible. I want a army of babies."

The doctor pursed her lips once again, obviously not happy with Otto's response, "We can bring this up again at a later appointment."

And with that Otto left, the bitchy doctor had printed off two copies of photos, one for Otto and one to give her mum.

She drove herself home and took a second in her car to collect herself.

There was no way in hell she was going back to that doctor, she would drive to the other side of the United States if that meant she'd have a doctor that wasn't a raging bitch.

Whilst she tried to calm herself down her phone went off, she looked down at Kie's contact. She picked up the phone despite her better judgement.

"Otto. I know this is a lot to ask and you don't have to say yes, but JJ's having a breakdown. He's throwing shit, shouting about how he fucked it all up."

"He just needs to cool off."

"I really wouldn't ask if I didn't think there was any other way."

Otto leant her forehead against the steering wheel, "I'll be there in a second." Otto said quietly.

True her word she drove over to the Chateau, albeit slowly, she was hoping by the time she got there it'd all be fixed and she could just turn around and go home. But when she parked her car and got out she could hear the shouting from the road.

It was unintelligible, just shouting.

As she rounded the corner she heard something being thrown.

Climbing up the stairs she saw Pope and Kie standing outside.

"I'm so sorry. Nothing is calming him down."

Otto nodded, walking through the door the usually messy house was looking like an absolute wreck things were thrown everywhere and JJ was shouting - just like Kie said - about how he fucked it all up.

He turned around at the sound of the door opening, Otto stood a foot into the house, her face blank.

Her eyes scanned him over, one of his hands had blood driping from it and was making a puddle on the crimson on the floor. His hair was wild and he had deep bags under his eyes.

JJ looked like shit.

Otto turned around to Pope and Kie, "You guys can go."

Kie looked worried, "It's all good. I promise." She gave her friends a half-hearted smile and they left.

When she turned back around JJ had his hands in his hair and he was pulling it from the roots. The blood from his hand staining the blonde hair red.

After a second he dropped his hands and walked over to her, he got a few feet away from her when she spoke.

"Your hand is bleeding."

He looked down at it; he obviously hadn't noticed. It was still dripping profusely, running down his fingers, getting in all the cracks of his rings and dropping down onto the floor that was strewn with things he'd thrown.

She lead the way to the kitchen, purposely gave them both distance from each other. "You need to wash it out." Otto instructed.

JJ followed and stood in front of the sink, turning the rusty knob water began flowing out. He put his finger underneath and the water that came out quickly turned a faint red colour as it came in contact with his cut.

He washed off most of the blood that covered his hand and that had flecked up his arms.

While he did that, Otto looked around for anything that resembling a plaster, she came up short and settled on duct tape.

It was essentially heavy duty butterfly stitches.

She sat it next to the sink and JJ did what she silently told him to.

Once his finger had be sorted out he looked over at the girl he had wronged. For the most part he was sober, he always had something in his system but he had no more than normal.

Otto stood on the other side of the kitchen, a good few feet away from him, JJ looked like he was trying to come up with what to say.

"I'm so sorry, Tillie--"

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry. I'm just really fucking sorry, for everything. I shouldnt have shouted and I shouldn't have ignored you. I treated you awfully and I'm so sorry."

It was clear he was being genuine, but still Otto remained impassive, just looking at him blank faced.

"I just freaked out, it was a knee-jerk reaction, which I know doesn't make it okay. I had a shit father, a really shit father, and the idea that I am having a kid was just both shocking and terrifying. With how I grew up, I didn't think I wanted kids, I never had any good role models, so I don't even know what a good father looks like. I said things I can never take back, I shouldn't have said any of that, it was so wrong. I don't know how to tell you how sorry I am. I ruined everything, you were my friend and I screwed it all up, and I just want to fix it but I don't know how. I don't know how to fix it."

Otto let him finish his apology and explanation, she took in his words.

But one question lingered on her mind; what did he want?

Was he apologising to clear his concious?

Or did he want something else?

"What do you want JJ?"

He was silent.

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