There was no way on Earth I could be pregnant. I mean...maybe there was a way. The thought of me not being human anymore completely slipped our minds and we used no protection.

How could I be so fucking stupid?

I gripped my hair in frustration and bounced my leg nervously on the hardwood floor. Syn left almost twenty minutes ago to get a pregnancy test, but it felt like he left years ago. I stood up from the edge of the bed and began pacing the room.

What type of child would Syn and I have? Would they be soulless as he was? Would they be good or evil?

Those were the questions I should've asked myself before I had unprotected sex with the man. Our relationship only just became stable if we could even call it that.

I heard the front door close shut and I sighed in relief. I raced down the stairs and Syn looked at me as he held up a black plastic bag. He emptied the bag onto the table and I walked closer to survey the items. There were six pregnancy tests. Why did he get six?

Noticing the question in my eyes he shrugged. "Just to be sure."

I remained silent and picked up one and rushed to the restroom on my own. Closing the door behind me, I leaned against the door and took deep breaths to calm my racing heart. I looked at the test and internally cringed.

When I imagined myself having a kid I always expected to be married first, have a stable job...a stable relationship. Of course, those plans were now completely flushed down the toilet. I was nowhere near ready to be a mother, I didn't want to. So I prayed that it would be negative.

I set the test down on the counter and stood there for what seemed like five minutes not knowing what to do. I didn't even need to pee.

Water, water would help.

I walked towards the door, quickly opened it, and jumped when I saw Syn standing there with a water bottle in his hand. After everything we've been through these past couple of weeks and how close we've gotten, I shouldn't have been so nervous. But I couldn't help it.

I didn't know how he felt about this and he most likely wouldn't tell me. Besides James, Syn didn't seem to care for children. I on the other hand loved kids, but I didn't know my feelings about one that we would potentially have.

"Thanks," I muttered quickly and took the bottle. I closed the door immediately after again and downed the water bottle. A few minutes, I needed to pee and immediately grabbed the stick and did what I needed to.

When I finished I set it down and cleaned myself up. I looked in the mirror nervously as I tried to avoid the view of the results. The instructions said it would take a few minutes but fuck. This was torture.

Not being able to take it anymore, I grabbed the test and opened a drawer in the bathroom. I dropped it in and slammed it shut. It provided me temporary relief and I sat down on the counter.

A knock sounded at the door and I whispered, "Come in." Syn opened the door and walked in and I avoided eye contact with him. I didn't want to see how he felt, not yet. It would kill me if he was upset with me.

He leaned against the wall nearby me and crossed his arms. "Did you take it?"

"Yes," I said softly.

"And?"

"I don't know. I haven't looked at it," I admitted.

"Why?" he asked.

"I'm scared, Syn," I said honestly.

"We'll just have to figure it out, Queen," he said.

In general when he called me Queen I didn't care. But right now it made me emotional. He usually called me Princess and I wished he did right now. I needed it.

My head was still in my hands and I couldn't stop myself from crying. I felt a heat in my face and my hands became wet from my tears. If anyone was looking at me they would think I was just tired but I felt like I was dying inside.

The thought of Syn being upset at me right now was too much for me to handle. I was pissed at myself for reacting this way but I couldn't stop it.

"Are you crying?" he asked as I heard him step closer to me.

"No," I lied in a soft voice.

His large hands wrapped around my wrists and he pulled them down. I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out loud and I kept my head down. He gripped my chin with his hand and lifted my head in his direction.

"Tell me why you're crying," he said. "Is the thought of having my child that bad?"

"Your child?" I asked softly. Hearing him say that sent my stomach into summersaults for some reason. My child. The words were heartwarming yet absolutely terrifying.

He furrowed his brows at me and moved his face closer to mine. "If you are pregnant, it better be mine."

"I didn't think you even wanted kids," I said.

"Why are you crying?" He asked as he ignored my question.

I wiped my tears and took a deep breath. "I don't even know. I feel like you're upset at me."

"Why would I be upset at you?" He questioned in disbelief.

I shrugged. "Because I got pregnant?"

"You didn't get pregnant by yourself, Princess."

I sighed again and nodded.

"We should see the results," he whispered.

"Okay." I opened the drawer and picked up the test. I couldn't bring myself to look at it so Syn gently took it from my hands and brought it to his face. I watched intently as his expression changed slightly.

The corners of his mouth lifted so slightly that it would've gone unnoticed by anyone else and he bit his lip. A moment later, almost as if it didn't happen...his expression went back to its neutral one.

"You're pregnant."

I watched as Queen's face fell with the news. Her shoulders slouched as she began weeping and I looked at her in confusion. Neither of us were prepared for a baby but I wasn't upset about it.

The idea of having a miniature version of Queen and me running around made me...I don't know what it made me. But I could only assume this was what happiness felt like.

That feeling was short-lived though as Queen broke down in front of me. I pulled her to my chest and wrapped my arms around her. "It's going to be okay," I assured her.

"No, it's not," she said. "What type of baby would we have, Syn?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She shook her head and pulled away from me. "I can't-," she heaved. "I can't do it. I don't want a baby."

"It's a little too late, Queen."

She shook her head and wiped her tears. "I can't have the baby, Syn," she whispered.

"Why not?" I asked in an almost too loud voice. I felt the anger growing inside of me and I was puzzled as to what she was saying.

"I just found out what I am and then you're-... I just don't want this baby. It'll turn out..."

I let go of her and took a step back as I realized what she was too afraid to say. "I get it. It's not that you don't want a baby. You just don't want mine."

"That's not what I meant."

"Isn't it though, Queen? You don't want a baby that will turn out like me," I said. "You can't even say it, can you?"

She closed her eyes and shook her head in sadness and I knew that I was right. My fury boiled up and I couldn't hold back any longer.

"I may be whatever I am, but you're not fucking perfect, Queen. You should've thought about how fucked up I am before you got into bed with me. I did with you and you don't see me worrying about whether or not the baby is going to grow up to compel and murder people," I seethed.

Her eyes snapped up to mine and a look of pain passed across her features. "Why would you say that?"

"You're doing the same with me, Queen. You are assuming just because of my past and how I was made...which wasn't my fucking choice by the way- that our child will somehow be some malevolent creature. You see me with James and you sit here now and doubt that I wouldn't be just as gentle with this child? Our child?"

"I'm just thinking logically," she said seriously. "Can you tell me that our baby wouldn't be evil?"

"Are you listening to how fucking stupid you sound right now?" I snapped. I've never been as pissed off as I was right now. It wasn't my normal anger though, my chest ached as I argued with her. I didn't want to hurt her, I just wanted her to listen to me. But she wasn't.

"I'm not stupid, Syn!" She yelled. "We both are murderers. What the hell does that mean for this baby?"

"It means they can learn the difference between right and wrong," I replied sternly.

She looked at me for a moment and laughed. "And who's going to teach them? You? I would love to see a lesson from Syn SinClaire on being a good person."

I scoffed. "Fuck you."

"I'm not having the baby, Syn," she said finally as she hopped down from the counter. "If you don't support that then maybe we need to have a different discussion. But it's my body."

She walked out of the restroom and I followed behind her. "So I have no say?"

"I'm sorry, but you don't."

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration and looked away from her. "So you're going to have an abortion."

The thought of that pained me. A part of me was inside of her and she was just going to get rid of it without any thought as to how it'd make me feel.

"I am."

"You can't just have the baby and let me raise it?" I pleaded.

"Raise it where? In hell?" she exclaimed.

"I don't know but this is hardly fair, Queen. Why are you acting so heartless right now?"

She turned back to me and threw her hands up. "Heartless?! If anything I'm being thoughtful by not bringing so much more evil into an already fucked up world!"

I shook my head slowly at her and walked back. "Oh fuck off with this new hero complex of yours! I hope my baby doesn't have ears yet. I wouldn't want them to know that even before they've left the womb, their mother has no faith in them."

Queen's tear stained face dropped again and I could tell she was going to cry again but I couldn't be near her right now. My mind was running wild and my mouth would've been a lot more reckless.

Her words reminded me of my mother's when I was a lot younger. Julius would tell me about how she hated being pregnant with me. How she felt that she was cursing the world...I knew she was different now but it didn't stop me from remembering it.

Of course, her mind changed after I was born and she loved me...but Queen wouldn't even give our baby that chance.