~Millard's POV~

I woke up to the smell of Pancakes and the sound of harsh vomiting.

I looked around the room Jake, Emma, Bronwyn, Hugh, Fiona, and I were sharing to see Fiona vomiting into a small can.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. Hugh was holding her hair back as she puked. 

"She's sick." Hugh said. 

"As I can see. Is it a virus or something?" I asked.

"I don't know." Hugh replied. Fiona finished a few seconds later and ran to the restroom. We heard the sound of water running and a toilet flushing. She came back out a few seconds later.

"I'm fine. It's probably just nausea or something. Shall we go to breakfast?" She said, leaving the room for the kitchen.

"The results!" I said to myself. I quickly ran down to the kitchen to see the results of the genealogy test we did on the other peculiars. 

"Miss, Finch, Miss Finch, did you get them back?" I quickly asked her. She seemed surprised by my enthusiasm, because she knocked over a plate of Pancakes.

"I haven't checked yet. Good Lord child are you always this annoying?" She said with her hands on her hips.

"Yes" Emma, Bronwyn, Fiona,Hugh, and Jake replied.

"Hey!" I gave them a glare.

"It's true." Emma said.

"He is this insufferabley annoying all the time." Bronwyn said.

I huffed and crossed my arms, but said nothing. I suppose they may be right, I could be just a little bit intolerable sometimes.

I sat down at the table and began eating some pancakes. Oh god, have I missed the bird's cooking. Speaking of the birds, I never found out why they were so worried last night. At first I supposed it was fear that the children were actually shape shifting wights (which I still slightly believe), but I may be possibly, unlikely wrong. I, mean, I am THE BRAINS of this peculiar group. How could I be wrong? Okay, I may, very unlikely, be a tiny bit off.

Just as she sat down, Fiona then took off to the bathroom again, Hugh and Emma in her trail.

"My word, what's wrong with Miss Frauenfeld?" Miss Peregrine asked. Bronwyn, Jacob, and I looked at each other and shrugged.

"I don't know Miss. She's been acting funny lately. She's probably getting her period." Bronwyn said. Jake and I shuddered at the word 'period'. Oh bird, why do girls have to talk about their monthly vaginal bleeding?! It's so...gross! (A/N: To any male readers, you have absolutely NO IDEA what women go through on their periods!)

"I see." Miss Peregrine said. "So how has everything been in Florida? How are Claire, Olive, Horace, and Enoch?"

"Claire and Olive are fine Miss. They went Trick-Or-Treating for the first time last night. I imagine they had fun." Bronwyn said. "And Enoch and Horace have been..."

"Annoying." Jake said.

"Intolerable." I said.

"Yeah." Bronwyn said.

"Oh my." Miss Peregrine moaned, right as Fiona came back in the room.

"Miss Frauenfeld!" She yelled, as Fiona sat down again. She rushed to Fiona's side and put a hand on her head.

"You don't have a temperature. Are you sick? Or is it just a bit of loop nausea?"

"Um...I probably should talk to you about that..." Fiona trailed off, looking to the floor.

"C'mon, Fi, you've been like this for weeks. What's the problem, love?" Hugh asked.

"Um...can we talk about this in private?" She asked him. He nodded and helped her up and into another room. Miss Peregrine than turned to Emma.

"She's pregnant, isn't she?" She asked Emma. Emma nodded and my jaw dropped. Fiona, the mute, pregnant? She's younger than me!!!

~Hugh's POV~

"What is it?" I asked her. She almost started crying.

"Hugh, when I tell you, you can't freak out. Okay, you will most likely, but don't yell or tell anyone. Only Emma knows." She said. Bird, what could be wrong with her!

"Hugh, I-I-I'm-m..." she said before she started to cry. 

"Hey, hey, hey," I said, taking her in my arms. "What is it? It's nothing big, right? It's not like you're pregnant." At this she started to cry even more. Oh, Fuck.

"You're pregnant?" I asked, not wanting to know the answer. I began to grow nervous. She nodded. 

"WHAT?!" I yelled. Okay, I promised not to yell, but MY GIRLFRIEND IS PREGNANT!!!

"You promised not to yell!" She said, tears running down her face. 

"Well...you....you're....pregnant!...How do you expect me not to yell?!" I said. Oh Jesus!!! Oh motherfucking Jesus!!!!!!!

"Hugh, calm down!" She said.

"CALM DOWN?!?" I yelled. "CALM DOWN?! WE'RE HAVING A BABY!!!! IM ONLY 18, YOU 16!!! IM NOT READY FOR A KID!!!!!" She then turned a shade red and huffed.

"YOU INTOLERABLE ARSE!!!" She shouted. "WE'RE NOT HAVING A BABY, I'M HAVING A BABY!! AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I WANT TO KEEP IT!!!!!! I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU WOULD BEHAVE LIKE THIS! HUGH APISTON, YOU ARE SUCH A CHILD!!!" 

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I WANT TO KEEP IT'! WE'RE THE PARENTS OF IT YOU IDIOT! WE DON'T REALLY GET A CHOICE DO WE?" I yelled. I was soo mad at her. She doesn't realize what she had done.

"ADOPTION, IDIOT!!! AND NOW I KNOW I DON'T WANT IT!! I NEVER WANT TO HAVE ANY KIDS WITH YOU!!! WE'RE DONE HUGH!!!!!" She then ran out the door, leaving me in the room, alone. I sat down and put my head in my hands. I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.

~Jake's POV~

We had heard all of the fight from upstairs, and just as someone was going up to check on them, Fiona came down stairs, her eyes red and tear stained. She immediately ran to Emma, who hugged her as she cried. 

"He's so stupid! He's so ignorant! He's so...so!" She cried on her shoulder.

"Miss Frauenfeld?" Miss Peregrine asked.

"Oh, Miss Peregrine! Oh, I'm sorry about the fight! I guess you know now..." she trailed off.

"Yes, Miss Frauenfeld. I know. I suppose you want to put the child up for adoption?" Fiona nodded. 

"Very well. It's very unlikely that peculiar children are born to peculiar parents...peculiarities  be very strong to have that occur...not that you aren't strong, my dear. Come now, let's let you rest. You've already had an eventful day and it's not even nine thirty." Miss Peregrine led her out of the kitchen and up to another room.

"Wow." Emma said to me. "

"What?" I asked. 

"It's just that...no one thought they would break up. No one. But I guess it doesn't take much to ruin a relationship." She said. I nodded.

"The tests are back!" Millard yelled. The ymbrynes (who had been quietly watching the scene) straightened up, just as the elder Miss Filch walked in with one test tube labeled 'Emily'. It was the cousin's hairs. 

"Let's see here..." She mumbled. She spilled the liquid material that surrounded the hair and pulled open a book. The book read ' The Official List of Peculiarities'.

Weird shapes were formed in the material. I guess that's how people can tell peculiarities. The shapes. 

"This one appears to be a healer...and a spirit communicator! Odd, but not too odd. Her family lines, let's see. A twin brother who's a mind reader and eraser..and also a spirit communicator! Two cousins...one a shiftshaper, another a telekinesis, both spirit communicators. And the father...a mind reader. And the mother..." Miss Finch raised up. "An Avocet Ymbryne." We all turned to Miss Avocet, who had started shifting uncomfortably. 

"I have no idea..."She started, before she wan interrupted by the girl who had attacked Emma last night.

"And so was the grandmother!" She yelled. "Look Miss Finch!" Miss Finch appeared down.

"Esmeralda!" She almost yelled.

"I'm not the only one!" Miss Avocet yelled. We turned to the ymbrynes.

"You promised you wouldn't say a word!" Miss Bunting yelled.

"Donatella, she has yours too! Don't you remember Joseph Ericson!"

"Well, don't you remember Enrique Maresco! The lovely Argentinean!"

"Be quiet, you too!" Miss Wren stood up.

"What about you, Balenciaga. What was that Aussie's name! Andrew Carter!"

"Please, let's not fight!" The younger Miss Finch said.

"You have some secrets yourself, Evangeline! Does Jack Markley ring a bell!"

"Well as long as we're revealing secrets, Millicent dear, don't you remember Paul Million!" 

"THAT'S ENOUGH!!!" The elder Miss Finch yelled. All the ymbrynes calmed down.

"What in the name of bird is going on?!" Miss Peregrine yelled, coming down the steps.

"It seems as though our sisters have disobeyed the Ymbryne Code, Alma." Miss Finch stated. 

"Um, sorry," I said. "But what's the 'Ymbryne Code'?" 

"The Ymbryne Code is the vow every ymbryne takes when they open a loop. It states that ymbrynes shall always look after her children, be the parental figures they can never had, and risk her life for them, if necessary." Miss Peregrine said. "It also states that an ymbryne shall never harm their children, leave them, or..." She looked to her ymbryne sisters. "Never have children of their own."

"Which you have done." Miss Finch turned to the guilty ymbrynes.

"I'm sorry, but why can't they have kids?" I asked.

"Because," Emma said. "Of the Bluejay ymbryne story." 

"What's that?" I asked.

"Well, it's a tale." Millard said. "A tale that I may summarize." He grinned at Miss Peregrine and she sighed. 

"Very well, Millard." She said.

"Okay, this is the story. Felicity Bluejay was a powerful ymbryne in America, where she had a loop. Her wards were older though, around the ages of 25 to 31, her age being 27. She then feel in love with one of her wards, Timothy. Timothy had to leave to fight in the American War of Independence, leaving her pregnant. The child grew up to be an incredibly powerful ymbryne, not to mention a danger. It possessed both of its parents peculiarities. When the child turned 18, she began to fight with her mother, until one day, during another fight, she killed her with her peculiarities and destroyed the loop. 

"For the next month, the child, full of power, reined over the town she grew up in. She  murdered anyone who came in here way of power, killing countless souls. It was another month before an ymbryne came to control her, and by control her, I mean to kill her!" He finished his elaborate summary and bowed. He had obviously be rehearsing for a moment like this.

"The reason we can't have children is, because of what happened in America. We can't have a repeat. The only reason the daughter of Felicity Bluejay never grew to as much power as the wights did, was because she was the only offspring. She didn't have an army." Miss Peregrine said.

"We must find them!" Miss Finch said. "And bring them here! We can not let them be a risk!" 

"They're not a risk." I said. "They're not ymbrynes. Besides, I think you're kids are dead." 

"What?" Miss Avocet said. This may just be my mind, but she sounded heartbroken.

"What?" Millard, Emma, and Bronwyn asked.

"Their parents are dead." I said.

"How do you know?" Emma asked.

"I'm the counselors' aid. I take the kids who need counseling from their classes. Our school has a program called 'Beautiful Minds', which helps suicidal or kids who have lost people. I've taken them all out for 'Beautiful Minds'." 

"How do you know our children, I mean, their parents are dead?" Miss Thrush asked.

"I'm just guessing!" I said. "I mean they all have dead parents, maybe they were killed by a, you know, hollow." I said. 

"How many children are there?" Asked Miss Bunting.

"Um, 8, why?" Bronwyn asked.

"So that would mean, 16 parents." Miss Avocet said. 

"Wait a second," Miss Finch said. "The girl has peculiar cousins!" We looked to Miss Avocet for an explanation.

"Well..." she started. 

"She had twins!" Georgina shouted.

"Well, not exactly." Miss Peregrine said. 

"How do you know, Alma?" Miss Finch asked. 

"Because I was with her while she was in labor." She said. "I was with them all."

Millard then began to flip out. "That's where you were during the 1970s! Helping give birth!" Miss Peregrine nodded.

A/N: Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and if you did, please vote or comment! Constructive Criticism is welcomed! 

See ya later~Beth