Jenny

"So, what did happen?" I asked impatiently as Elle ordered a coffee from the Starbucks we were sitting in. As the man walked away she looked me dead in the eye. "After Jeff ditched you, I took you home, and let's just say we both had some alcohol." I chuckled, "Okay?"

"And uhh... you were really pissed and sad about Jeff, and let's also just say, you were all over me." Elle chuckled as my face went red. "Oh..." I blushed a deep red, why do I feel this way? "That's not all, you bitched and bitched about how much of a douche Jeff was, and then unexpectedly we both leaned in and-"

"Kissed?"

"Yeaaahh." Elle rubbed the back of her neck, he dark cheeks turning a dark red. 

"Well, how come you never told me?"

"Because! I thought it was just the alcohol!" 

"But!"

"But what?! You went back to Jeff anyway!" 

"Yeah! Because I didn't know we kissed the night before!" 

"What difference would that have made?"

"A huge one! I wouldn't have stayed with the fucking douche and got pregnant. I'm not saying I regret Samantha, it's just... she could've had a better parental figure." Elle went silent after what I said. "Jenny, you don't understand how much pain you unknowingly put me through. When I watched that dickhead move in with you, I seriously wanted to kill him and then you." She lightly chuckled. "Life was truly hell, and then I was marked right at the end of high school. Then I wasn't so pissed anymore, I wasn't even mad when you got pregnant, even though that was 4 years later." I laughed and looked Elle dead in the eyes. "So?"

"Soooo... what?"

"What did it feel like?" I asked. 

"To what?"

"Kiss another girl."

"Like this." Elle pushed her hands on the small table and quickly pecked me on the lips. Sparks went through my body, sparks I've never felt before. Was this what Jon felt? "Then I don't know how I forgot about that." I lightly kissed Elle back, quickly running my fingers through her neon green hair. She pushed me away and chuckled, "We're still in public honey." I lightly blushed and sat back. This, this it what true love felt like. 

Evan

"So, you guys are here... why?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips. Brock answered me from the couch, "We're here to protect you, Craig told you, remember?" I nodded, "Well yeah." I don't know why I forgot about that. I shook my head and walked back to our bedroom. Where the hell were all the guys gonna sleep? I sighed and rubbed my eyes, suddenly feeling my throat slowly clench up. I sat down on the bed, all the pressure on my stomach. I flopped backwards on the bed, slowly rubbing my baby belly. Then that was it, I let the tears flow, two little streams going down the sides of my face. 

I stared at the ceiling for a full two minutes, that was until I heard the door open. "Evan?" His voice. "Evan?" His concern. "Are you okay?" His caring. "Is the baby okay?" His parenting. All of that, I'd never see or hear, I'd be dead. I tried covering up my tears as he walked over. Once he towered over me, I lost it. Jon was instantly on the bed beside me. "Ey now, what's wrong?" I looked over at him, his blue eyes, always shinning. I wonder if the baby will have his eyes. "I just feel sad." He sadly smiled and rubbed my shoulders, "What if I cheer ya up?" He chuckled, his blue eyes going even brighter. I nodded and smiled, "That'd be wonderful." Before he did anything he gave me a long look. "Is it you or the baby?" He whispered. I thought for a bit, the baby was beating me up. "To be honest, I think it's the baby." Jon rubbed my hand, "Maybe it's hungry." Jon let go of my hand and walked over to our bags, taking out a huge cooler. I sighed as he ripped a bag open with his mouth. As he handed it to me I noticed his fangs. "Do you want some?" 

"No, I can't Evan. You two need it more than I do." 

"But Jon-"

"Evan..." He sounded exhausted, was I doing this? "Please." I sighed and slowly drank from the blood bag. "There you go." Jon smiled and sat down onto the bed, he slowly lay on my legs, so he was closer to the baby. Then, like an amazing father he already was, he used his music affinity and started singing. 

His voice was so soft as he started the song, it wasn't loud like in the actual song. 

"I know the feeling
Of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge
And there ain't no healing
From cuttin' yourself with the jagged edge."

He started rubbing my tummy and totally broke eye contact with me, and focused on the baby. His singing was nearly putting me to sleep. And the best part was he didn't sing the full song, he picked out the parts that meant a lot to him. 

"And you can't tell, I'm scared as hell
'Cause I can't get you on the telephone
So just close your eyes
Well honey here comes a lullaby
Your very own lullaby
Please let me take you
Out of the darkness and into the light."

Jon took a shaky breath.

"Stop thinkin' about the easy way out
There's no need to go and blow the candle out
Because you're not done, you're far too young
And the best is yet to come."

Jon just continued humming and lightly rubbing my belly. I slowly fell asleep to the feeling of his warm touches and the lovely hums of his voice, and for a while now, I got some amazing sleep. 

Jonathan

I continued talking to the baby, just having a chill conversation. I was just using the old, kick once for yes and two for no. 

"Are you a girl?" I lightly chuckled after my question and got one kick. I silently squealed, "I hope you're right, but whatever gender, I'm gonna love the hell outta you." I carefully lay my head down onto Evan, and got the most amazing feeling in the world, I felt a little hand. I gasped and put my hand where it was. My heart warmed when I felt the hand movement again. 

I jumped off the bed when I heard a crash in another room. I looked back at the sleeping Evan and ran out of our room. I ran into the living room and stopped dead in my tracks. NO! Not now! Not ever! This can't be happening, no no no! Anger flew through my veins as I saw the bastard's face. He blew the door open with his dark tendrils. Everyone was already in a battle position. He looked around the room and spotted me. A creepy smile went across his ugly face. He tilted his head and laughed, "Well, there's one daddy-to-be." 

"What the hell do you want Nelson?"

"I want your child." He snapped and threw a dark tendril at me. 

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