Roslyn

I frantically wake James up. "Hey," He smiles while stretching.

"Hi. Good morning. Can I have twenty bucks?" I ask, pulling at my hair before returning to my task to clean up my room from the night before.

James sits up and rubs his eyes. "What for?" He wonders, leaning casually against the wall.

"I need to go to the store to get Plan B." I say simply, as if it means nothing.

"Plan B?" He asks, sitting up straight.

"Yeah, Plan B. We had sex last night." I remind him, feeling a pain in my heart with the thought of him not remembering that.

"What is Plan B?" He shakes his head.

"You don't know what Plan B-" I begin, suddenly remembering who I am dealing with. "Right, I forgot. Vampires probably don't have Plan B." I smack myself in the forehead. How could I have forgotten?

Great. So now I have to explain to my vampire boyfriend what Plan B is and what it does. Great. Just great. This is not how I imagined my morning would go.

"It's a pill. You take it to avoid pregnancy if you didn't use protection during sex." I shrug. It's really no big deal. I just don't have the money to pay for it myself right now or else I would have already gone and taken it.

"Why do you want to avoid pregnancy?" He asks sadly. "I thought you liked it last night?"

"I did like it. I loved it." I grab his face. "But there is no way I am allowing myself to get pregnant, James." I click my tongue. "I don't need some half-hybrid baby eating my body from the inside out. I've seen Twilight. That shit ain't pretty!"

Suddenly, James' facial expression drops completely and I can tell that I have offended him by my last comment. I guess he is not really in a humorous mood this morning.

"Oh James!" I squeeze his hands. "It's not that I don't love you or anything! I do! I just don't do it to try for a baby." I try to backtrack, hoping I have not done too much damage. "I just, I can't get pregnant James. I don't want to get pregnant with a vampire hybrid baby."

James shakes his head. "So if I was human," he scoffs. "You'd be fine having babies?" He looks away from me. "You just don't want my babies." He pills his hands away from mine and sits back down on the bed, resting his head on his fist. "Can you tell me why you are so hellbent on not having my kids, Roslyn?"

"Can you tell me for an absolute fact that I won't have a half-human-half-vampire child that will kill me like it killed Bella in Twilight?" I ask him, wanting answers since he won't seem to accept the ones I am giving him.

"I literally have no idea what you are talking about." James admits.

"Twilight?" I ask. He continues to stare at me with a blank expressions. "It's a movie. But that's besides the point James. She has sex with a vampire and gets pregnant. Then she baby kills her! It kills her, James! She dies in the movie!"

James shakes his head. I can tell he is disappointed with how this conversation is going. "Movies aren't real, Roslyn. They are made up stories."

"Yeah, well, a year ago I thought vampires, witches, and werewolves were just made up stories but here we are! I am arguing with a vampire about having his baby!" I shoot down his argument.

All throughout our relationship, the lines between real and fake have been blurred. There is no fake anymore. There is no made up anymore. Everything is real.

"Our baby." He says simply, his tone softening.

I shake my head, frustrated with him. "You aren't listening to me at all."

"Explain it to me again. Why did we have sex last night if you don't want a baby?" He pauses. "My baby?"

"Sex-" I laugh. I can't believe I am having the sex talk with my adult boyfriend after we've already had sex. This is crazy. Story of my life I guess. "Sex for humans isn't always about making babies. It is also for pleasure and to feel closer to your lover. That's why I did it. I did it to feel closer to you and because I trust you."

"We don't- vampires, we-" James searches for the right words to say. "Sex is strictly for reproducing. But we also do it to feel closer to each other. Because we have a baby now." He hangs his head. "It's different I guess."

"Oh James." A tear rolls down my cheek as I watch his body slump over in the bed. I've hurt him.

"So you don't want to have my babies?" He asks one more time.

"I just don't want to die. It's that simple. I don't want to die."

"Who told you that you are going to die?" He snaps his head up to look at me.

I stare at his hopeful eyes and feel my heart beat for him. He really wants this. "Nobody I guess." I sigh, feeling myself fold. "James?" I pause. "James I won't take the pill. But if I get pregnant, you have to promise me that if it's me or the baby, you chose me." James nods. "And if I die, you need to remember our deal."

James leaps from the bed, grabs my face, and kisses me. He lifts me off the ground and spins me in a circle.

I walk around the room and gather the rest of his clothes for him and throw them in his direction. "My parents are going to kill me." I whisper.

Author's note: so James and Roslyn have a problem on their hands, don't they?

What do you think they should do about it?