We Stand Together~ A MyStreet Aftermath AU (Discontinued)

Chapter 7- Colds? Children? Invasive Little Brothers?

(A/N: Hey kiddos, Sorry for not updating in forever. I worked double time to get this out on time because it took a long time to get inspiration for this again. Happy Holidays everybody! We're not celebrating Christmas for another couple of days because of scheduling issues in the family, so I had extra time to finish writing this chapter. It's a whole bunch of dialogue, hope you don't mind. Also trying to do longer chapters. Enjoy! ~Jaz/Mom) (Also I know Vylad isn't lactose intolerant but this is an AU so I can wiggle that in if I want)

(3rd person POV) *6 month time skip*

Winter was always fun. Besides the cold, of course. But nobody really minded the cold, save an extremely grumpy Zane. That's why they were all gathered out in their yards, setting up lights and wreaths and lawn decorations. Usually this was turned into a competition, but this year they were quieter, still smiling but not as rambunctious as previous years. They didn't have very many decorations to split between them, considering everything was kept in their old houses. But they had enough. In the very least, they would all have lights and door wreaths. Nana and Zane had welcome banners and a mat too, but that was all they could find. Garroth and Laurence improvised, building things out of the snow instead of actual décor. Dante copied them. Katelyn and Aphmau were still very competitive and setting up as many decorations as possible, with a very nervous Travis watching from the sidelines. Lucinda didn't decorate more than she had too. Almost all of her decorations were for Halloween, which had come and gone without trouble.

Almost everyone was inside already, heating up over cups of coffee or hot chocolate and plenty of blankets, with the exception of Katelyn and Aphmau, who were still fighting over making their house the most festive. Travis had given up, walking inside with a final "Not my fault if you get a cold!". The girls had run out of decorations, but were still out simply criticizing each other's houses. They stayed out there almost half an hour longer than everyone else.

Turns out Travis was right, because not even a day later Aphmau got sudden chills and was sneezing nonstop. She called in sick to work. Zane and Nana visited often, making sure she was staying warm and taking her medicine. They didn't let Garroth and Laurence so much as take a step inside the house, not after how they freaked out last time. Zane refused to even consider taking the bag of food Gene dropped off, and Nana had to pull the two apart to prevent them from murdering each other. It had been three days, and Aphmau was recovering, but still fairly sick. She and Nana sat on the couch watching some weird Christmas romance movie while Zane was out getting lunch. But it was hard to focus when Nana kept shifting in her seat, tail and ears flicking constantly. After quite a bit of this, Aphmau sighed, setting down her tea.

"What's wrong, Kawaii-Chan?" Nana jumped at the sudden question. She gave a little nervous laugh and started fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. Aphmau reached out to place a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder. Nana shook her head and reached over to her purse, which was laying on the floor near them. She muttered something. Aphmau asked her to speak up. She took a deep breath and mumbled out her sentence a little louder.

"I don't know what to do. I mean, I'm excited, but also really really shocked. I just..." she trailed off as she found what she had been looking for. A small, thermometer-like plastic item of one sort or another. Aphmau eyed it suspiciously. Nana held it out for her to look at.

The damn thing was a pregnancy test. With two lines.

If Aphmau was healthy, you would have heard her screeches of delight from outside the house. But, unfortunately, she was still sick. So she sounded more like a strangled goose before bursting into a fit of coughs. She slapped the table until she found her glass of hot tea, gulping it down until her throat didn't feel like a cat was using it as a scratching post. After catching her breath and wiping her watery eyes, she turned back around and pulled Nana into a death-grip hug. She still tried fangirling despite her scratchy voice, which will, one day, end disastrously.