Sugar Baby

A/N: I do not own the majority of the characters, as they either belong to DC or StarKid.

This story takes place about five years after THAT vat of boiling hot chocolate incident. Of course Sweet Tooth didn't die!

I told myself I would never write fanfiction, and I've always avoided and hated stories where the main characters have a child. It's so...so...embarrassing, OOC, wrong...So when, with the help of Xenovia77 I came up with this story, I was split like Two-Face. On one side, the stable me, found the story disgusting, and was betraying my beloved characters and all that I stood for. The other part of me, the crazy fangirl, was excited at this prospect...and well, she won.

Chapter 1:

"Hang on, I won't be a minute."

As the loud knocking disturbed the silence, Poison Ivy quickly murmured soothingly to the plant in her hands before placing it on the table, and walking to answer the door. She was unsurprised with who stood sobbing behind it, and invited them inside.

"It seems now you leaf him every other week. Some thyme you'll realise you're too good for him."

Ivy smiled at Candy, but she didn't even seem to acknowledge the jokes made for her benefit. Personally, Ivy thought that the puns were quite demeaning, and only made them to cheer up her friend. The least she could do was fake a small laugh, like whenever her "SweeTart" made a lame gag, but she continued to bawl relentlessly.

With a sigh, Ivy started to inspect her comrade's body, looking for any bruises and injuries. She checked her arms and back, but found nothing that would throw light on the source of Candy's distress. Usually she would be tending wounds right now, trying to communicate to her acquaintance the reality of her relationship.

"He's just like a sweet. Sure, he's sugar coated on the outside; I mean even I was drawn to him, but he's sour at the core. He's rotten, Candy, and he's corroding you too. Look at what he's done to you…I mean really look. It ain't pretty."

This usually didn't work. Well, it never worked, but Ivy hadn't given up hope.

Just as she was about to finish her uneventful damage report, Ivy reached out to touch Candy's stomach. She instantly flinched away, becoming silent as she looked up from her hands cradling her face.

"Candy…are you okay?"

Ivy stepped towards her, and led her over to the sofa. Her friend started to cry again, and Ivy held her as she shook.

"I-I didn't know what to-to do, R-r-red. I c-c-an't tell him. N-not this."

As Candy started to calm down, Ivy felt relieved. Last time she was like this, she had accidentally dyed Sweet Tooth's suit orange. This was nothing to worry about…or so she had thought.

"What's upset your tummy?"

It felt kind of childish, but sometimes it was easier to speak to Candy this way. She acted like a kid, after all. Candy bit her lip as she looked at her friend. Ivy felt uncomfortable as she saw her eyes, and deciphered the emotions within their depths. She was scared. Not the familiar fear that came with living alongside an abusive maniac, but something different. Something…bigger.

"Promise not to tell ST? I…I can't let him know. I don't know what he would do. He might kill me if-"

Candy cut short and hastily turned away again.

"Go on. It can't be that bad. Even if it is, I'll protect you. You trust me, don't you?"

Ivy used her voice especially saved for the weakest of her plant gallery. It worked a treat on Candy.

"You see Red, I'm…I'm..."

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"…I'm pregnant."

Ivy's first reaction was relief. Was this all Candy was worried about? But then she started to comprehend what her friend had just said.

"You what?"

"I'm preg-"

"No, I heard what you said, it's just…well…"

Ivy's faced scrunched up in disgust.

"He's inside you."

Hm…that sounded bad in my head, but a lot worse out loud.

Candy slightly blushed, but the terror in her features was still there.

"What do I do? I can't tell him, can I? What if he doesn't want it? What if he doesn't want me?"

"Well, Candy, as much as I loathe the air that he breathes, he has a right to know."

Her friend looked into Ivy's eyes.

"Really? I should just tell him? 'Hi, SweeTart, you're going to be a Daddy!'?"

"Pretty much. I would refrain from being too excited regarding his possible fatherhood, though. You do know who you're talking about, right?"

But Candy was ignoring her, and already making for the exit.

"Gee, if you really think I should tell him Red, then I…"

She had gone.

Ivy sighed once more as she walked back to the table, and stroked the plant reaching out to her.

"She'll uproot from him someday."

oooooooooooooooooooo

Candy froze as the door creaked beneath her hand. After waiting a few seconds in silence, she continued into the room in the belief that it was deserted.

The last hour had passed by slowly, with Candy trying to put as much time before the inevitable confrontation as she could. She had dragged her feet on the walk home, and upon reaching their most recent hideout, removed her Converse to try and sneak in undetected.

Home.

What did it mean, really? Candy hadn't been able to make one place her own for the previous five years, as she was forced to move frequently.

How could I bring a child into this world of uncertainty?

She couldn't help it. The doubt grew in her mind, fear interlocking her thoughts.

I do have a home. My home is with Sweet Tooth.

Candy battled against her uneasiness, taking comfort in her confidence.

He loves me, and I know he will love our child.

The tremor in her hands didn't falter.

She shivered, the cold stillness of their bedroom slightly unnerving.

At least I'm alone.

As soon as the relief washed over her, Candy felt the sudden warmth erupting through her skin.

There was only one thing that made her feel that way.

"And where have you been?"

She jumped when she heard his voice behind her, but quickly relaxed when he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to his chest.

"I went to see Ivy. I wanted to ask her something."

Candy felt the words escape her lips, relating the answers to him without thinking. Sweet Tooth's heated breath on her neck was soothing, and she warmed to his touch.

But then he released her, leaving her once again cold and alone. She spun to face him; beginning to sigh when she saw the face she dreamed about at night, though it caught in her throat at his expression.

"Don't you have something you want to tell me?"

The edge in his voice sharpened as he pushed her chin up, forcing her to look him in the eye.

"You've been avoiding me the past few days, I've barely seen you. What's the matter? What are you keeping from me?"

He suddenly gripped her arms and his questioning glare harshened.

"You've been seeing someone else haven't you? Who is it? It's that plant isn't it?! I never trusted her, she's been drawing you away from me. Visiting her all the time and-"

She finally interrupted his rambling, turning her head away as she quietly confessed to him her secret.

"SweeTart, I'm pregnant."

He ignored her, his mind in hyper drive as he came to ludicrous conclusions to explain her recent behaviour.

"-I don't know what you get up to. I should have realised earlier, it's clear that something's going on...wait, what? What did you say?"

He must have misheard her, she couldn't be... But as she looked back at him, almost apologetically, he knew.

"It's yours."