Jeremiah and Jerome's baby sister

                                    

                                          

⚠️ this story will have mention of physical abuse among other possible triggers. Also, it is written like a novel so each chapter has at least 5,000k. 
I want to thank JulieMcIntrye4 for not the only inspiring me to write this story but also for helping me write some of the chapters. Especially how Quinn a character that she created would react to things. 
GDOCPS stands for Gotham Department of Child Protective Services. Which will appear later in the story. 
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Lila 
Lila POV
I swore under my breath as I got dressed for the day. I was tired and all I wanted to do was sleep, but I knew that really needed to rehearse today. I'd been putting if off all week as I hadn't been feeling well.  My stomach had been uneasy, I'd been having weird food cravings. 
I was exceedingly tired and my instant changes in mood had started to irritate my lovers. I glanced down at my belly and frowned it seemed as if I'd gained some weight recently. "Oh no not again." I muttered as I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. 
After the wave washed over me I grabbed a nearby pregnancy test that I kept handy at all times. Please be blue please be blue." I begged the stick, but my hopes were dashed as it turned pink. 
"This can't be happening, not again." I moaned as I stared at the results. I was always ashamed to admit that my twin son's father was the blind fortune teller Paul Cicero. Think Lila, who could this mistake's father be? 
I refused to call this thing a child. It was unwanted and if I could have my way I'd get rid of it. However, with our pay, I couldn't afford to go to a regular doctor, there's no way I could go to a walk in clinic without causing suspicion as and the circus's doctor would never preform an abortion, as it was against the circus policy. 
"Mom are you alright?" My son Jeremiah asked in concern as I felt another wave of nausea hit me. 
"I'm fine honey. Do mommy a favor, find Cicero and ask him to come to the trailer as soon as possible, I need his expertise." 
"Yes momma." Jeremiah and Jerome exchanges knowing glances. 
Jeremiah POV
"Wanna bet she's pregnant? Say, if I'm right you clean the elephant cages for a week?" I heard Jerome whisper to Me as we left the trailer. 
"That's childish, besides it's obvious that she's pregnant." I replied with a frown. Jerome was always trying to weasel his way out of his chores. 
"Spoil sport." Jerome muttered. We had almost made it to Mr. Cicero's trailer and it was time for us to part ways. Paul's voice rang out even before I could knock on his door. "Come in Jeremiah the door is open." I shuddered at hearing his voice. It was creepy how he knew it was me before I had even knocked. 
"Hello Mr. Cicero." I replied shifting nervously. 
"Your mother sent you to fetch me didn't she?" 
"How did you?" 
Mr. Cicero chuckled "I'm a fortune teller my boy, it's what I do. Unfortunately, I don't have time for a house call. That is why you are here,  isn't it?" 
I looked at Mr. Cicero in confusion before replying "yes. My mother hasn't been feeling well lately and she was hoping that you could tell her what is wrong."
Mr. Cicero chuckles " that is not my area of expertise. However, I am aware of why she's not been feeling well. The answer to her question is yes, the test is accurate." 
"Who is the father?" 
"The child's father is a wealthy prestigious businessman named Elijah she will never see or hear from him again."