Reapers' Daughter

5: Thanksgiving

I'm so fat her baby is continually kicking around. It's like she doesn't want to sleep at all.

"I felt it," Kenny said. "She wants out."

"I think so too," I said. "But few more months."

Few more months and this child will be born. In the meantime, I'll have to deal with it.

"By the way, you coming for Thanksgiving right?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "Wouldn't miss your mother's cooking." I chuckled.

"That's all you can think of, food," I said.

"Yes," he smiled. "Invite Anthony."

"I will," I said.

"Okay," he sighed.

"So, Andrew," I smiled.

"He's so, handsome," he said. "He'll eventually fall for me. He can't run from me."

"Of course," I said. "The guy will fall for you."

"Hell yeah," he giggled.

That Halloween night, we found Anthony in line to get candy. Then we had gone home. Watch some scary movies. It was the best night ever.

"Well I'll leave you," Kenny said. "Have to go visit my unwanted parents." He gags.

"Okay good luck," I said.

"Thanks, I'll need it," he kissed my cheek and walked out. "See you later." He called out.

I laid in my bed. Thank god it was Saturday. I needed my rest.

'Get up.'

"Let me sleep, please," I said. Lately, the reaper hasn't let me sleep.

'Get up.'

"Ah!" I stood up. "There happy."

'Yes,' he said.

He moved closer and didn't even see his feet move. He more like floated.

"Why you want me to stay up?" I asked. He simply placed his hands on my stomach. "Ow, hey." I was feeling some pain. A pain I shouldn't be feeling. "Ow, what are you doing?"

'Hearing her heart,' he said.

"But, ow," I backed away from him. "That hurts."

'I know,' he cares my cheek.

It felt nice, and I felt safe with him thought his a reaper.

Am I in love with him? Would it be wrong to fall in love with him? He is a reaper.

'Sleep now.'

I nodded and laid down he took out his scythe.

'I'll be gone, won't see you for awhile,' he said. 'Take care of our child.'

I nodded.

Closing my eyes. I felt coldness than warmth then it was silence.

It's like he hypnotized. Because I woke up feeling dehydrated and weak. And with sickness.

I never had sickness before. After I threw up, I wash my mouth with lots of toothpaste. Then I just laid back down still feeling bit dizzy.

"Oh, honey what's wrong?" My mother came in.

"Sickness," I said. "I'll be fine."

"Alright," she kissed my forehead. "Get some sleep." I yawned and closed my eyes again.