Til our mission do us part.

Fake Family

-I would imagine they're about 16-17 ish here definitely in high school.

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"EcHo!"

"that's the stupidest name I've ever heard." Damian's crude voice made Anya's face crinkle in distaste.

"I think it's cute. Sy-on." Anya retorted, she rolled her eyes her hand darted out and grabbed the paper from Damian's outstretched hands. A smirk danced on her lips the more she read, she opened her mouth to spit a remark at him when he cut her off.

"Give me the paper back, I'll read the assignment you will definitely do it wrong."

Anya scoffed, "I am capable of reading a simple paragraph. So you should at least let me help, this is a group project idiot."

Damian raised his eye brow but didn't respond instead he read the instructions out loud. From what Anya could tell he changed the instructions to simple terms so she would have a clearer understanding of what the assignment detailed.

"Since you already read the first portion you already know that our child is a girl. So I'll explain how the project works." He started he glanced at her before turning back to the paper i his hands. A smile on his face as he thought about the project in front of him.

"Flip a coin. Heads is the dominant trait, while Tails is the recessive trait. You and your partner will go through your own genetics and mark which ones would be dominate and which ones would be recessive. The results will detail what your child would look like with your respective partner. Your project will be graded in two parts. One being the genetics that create the child, and the second part being how well you manage to care for the doll that will be give out."

Anya couldn't tell what annoyed her more, the fact that Damian was being thoughtful and she was enjoying it. Or the fact that he only saw her as some stupid girl that couldn't even understand basic directions.

"Yeah yeah. I got that much after I started reading the paper. I would've understood it better if some jerk didn't take the paper before I finished reading it." Anya tried to sound sarcastic but her tone held more hurt then anything as she glared down at her desk.

Damian winced as the pain in his chest spread, 'Stupid Stupid why couldn't you just let her hold onto the paper! It wouldn't have killed me..' Damian reprehended himself in his mind as he tried to think of words to say to her.

Anya felt a small smile work it's way onto her face from his thoughts, even after all this time Damian was still the same.

Damian gave her a weird look when he noticed her perking right back up, he gave a sigh of relief as she returned to her normal self.

"Since you got to read the instructions and you want to chose the babies name. Then the least you could do is let me give the baby my last name." She asserted a smirk placed square on her face. With that being said she turned to hold Damian's gaze daring him to object her statement.

"No. Absolutely not. She's a Desmond through and through." He immediately shot her down.

"Her last name is going to be Forger!!! Not stupid Desmond!" Anya spat through gritted teeth.

"As if she would ever be a Forger. She would be a Desmond." Damian quickly retorted as their argument got more and more intense.

Anya's face scrunched up as she grew more and more annoyed.

"Our daughter will take my last name! And so will you Damian Forger!!!"

Damian froze a blush made its way across his face, he sucked in a deep breath and buried his face in his hands.