Chapter 37

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Marshall Lee's P.O.V
"I know who you are."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Don't play dumb boy. I remember you, you are the that got Fionna pregnant. You are the Dad of those twins," Cake said with her hands on her hips.

I thought she was talking about me being Fionna's history teacher. Now that would be awful. I decide to man up and tell the truth.

"Yes, you are right. Has Fionna told you the whole truth though," I asked her.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"About where I work?" I asked.

"No, she hasn't. Are you some sort of drug dealer or something? Apart of the mob?" Cake asked with a look of worry in her eyes.

"No I'm not a drug dealer or apart of the mob. I work for the school," I told her.

"So you just came out of highschool and now you work for a highschool?" She asked.

"How old do you think I am!?" I asked in a shocked tone.

"Please don't tell me you're over 21. You don't look like a 21 year old," she said.

"Thanks for the compliment," I said.

"Just tell me how old you are!" She demanded.

"I'm old enough to be Fionna's history teacher," I said.

Fionna's P.O.V
I try to relax from all the things that just happened. My head aches from the though of Flame Prince. The cops caught him luckily, but I don't know what they are going to do with him. Hopefully he can get some help. The twins have been going crazy, they are kicking around inside of me. The pain has been bearable, but I feel like the pain will get worse. I'm trying to relax on this couch. All of a sudden I hear Cake screaming from outside the house. The front door is opened quickly.

"Fionna! You have some explaining to do!" Cake screams.

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