The Ritual 2

The News

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I could feel the exhaustion cloud over my body when I woke up this morning. This tired feeling is really starting to piss me off. I sleep during the day, I sleep through the night. The only time I am awake is when I'm eating. My dad stayed worried. He got me up every fifteen minutes to see if I was still alive. That was starting to piss me off too. I could hear his heavy foot steps gradually going up the stairs to my room to get me up again.

"Mel..." My dad whispers, stepping to my bedside.

"I'm up." I groan, pulling the covers to my neck. I don't think I'm ever going to get back to sleep. I roll my eyes as my dad sits at the foot of my bed. I guess its time for yet another father-daughter talk.

"Are you feeling alright? I think I should call Lawrence and tell him you're not feeling well." My dad says, his hands in his lap. I would love a couple days off, but I had a wedding to pay for. I couldn't let Niko pay for all of it. This is my wedding too ya'know?

"No. I just need sleep." I say back. My dad takes a long deep breath before looking into my eyes. He lowers his head with a sad look on his face. He'd never in his life, been as scared and worried as he is now. My dad tugs at the covers, which causes me to grunt in annoyance. I love that he's being a caring, wonderful parent but its getting a little irritating.

"Let's go for a walk. Just around the block, Mel please." My dad said sympathetic. I exhale hard, giving up completely. I get up quickly to slide my jeans on. I'm a little set back when I'm unable to button them. I try another pair, and those don't button either. What the hell? When did I have time to gain weight? I leave the pants unbuttoned, but slide on one of Niko's huge sweatshirts to cover it.

Dad waits for me downstairs. He has a little relief in his face as I walk down the stairs. This is the most I've moved this month. We leave the house and lock the door behind us. My dad turns to the left and I follow shortly behind. I have trouble keeping up with his long legs and find myself jogging after him. Once he realizes, he stops and walks slower. I had to admit, I missed the smell of fresh air, the sound the trees made when they're being blown by the wind. I even missed the Arizona heat on my skin.

"Its so nice out." I say, taking in another full breath air. I hated being in the house all day, especially on wonderful days like this. I look over to my dad, and notice him smiling. He sees his daughter slowly becoming herself again.

"Yes, it is." My dad replies, peering into my cerulean blue eyes, that matched his perfectly. The walk seemed kind of silent accept for talking about the wedding. My dad still seemed to be upset that I wouldn't let him and Alpha Noah pay for it. They volunteered willingly. I guess the main reason why I didn't want them to pay is because I've been very independent almost all my life. I felt that it would be taking advantage them if I let them pay for it.

The sun beamed down on my face, causing beads of sweat to roll down my cheeks. I hadn't even walked a block and I already felt exhausted and light headed. I ignore my body an continue to walk, trying to catch up to my dad. I begin to pant involuntarily, as if my body is working against me. My legs start to feel funny, but I keep walking.

"Dad..." I breathe out, waiting for him to turn around. He looks at me with concern oozing out of his pores. It looked like he just saw a ghost.

"Mel, you don't look so good. How are you feeling?" My dad says, holding onto my arm. I felt like I was going to pass out. I needed to stop and rest for a little bit. I get my legs to stop moving and lean against my dad for support. I take slow deep breaths as my dad fans my forehead. The now cold sweat, made my body cool. It feels heavenly. I felt my vision blur and my mouth go dry. Something isn't right. A gasp escapes my lips as everything turns pitch black.

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The sound of voices cause me to wake up. The constant beeping had my head pounding. How did I get her? When did I get her? I part my lips to speak when I spot my father a couple feet away, talking to Mr. Lawrence. My dad glances over at my conscious face, and rushes to my bedside. I smile involuntarily to sooth the worry in his face.

"Mel you scared the hell out of me." My dad sighs, smoothing my hair out my face. I grab onto his hand, and hold it tight, looking into his eyes. My dad has such a gentle soul. I hated for him to worry about me.

"I'm sorry." I reply, looking at Mr. Lawrence walk through the door. My dad ignores him, still looking in my face. I feel a lot better than I did. I wasn't even sleepy anymore.

"Mel, can I talk to you in private?" Mr. Lawrence says, he kept his eyes on me. Apparently my dad and Mr. Lawrence had gotten into an altercation while I was unconscious. I look over to my dad, noticing the anger in his eyes. I squeeze his hand tight, reassuring him that he's not going anywhere.

"Anything you say to me, you can say with my dad in the room." I mutter, looking at the smile creep onto my dad's face. Mr. Lawrence takes out my folder and clicks his pen. He writes something down before he speaks to me.

"Do you know what happened to you?" He asks, looking into my eyes.

"All I remember is feeling light headed before everything went black."

"Does that happen often?"

"No. This is the first time its happened." I answer. Mr. Lawrence writes that down, then stops to look at me.

"When was the last time you were sexually active?" Mr. Lawrence asks. Out the corner of my eye, I see my dad's eyebrow raise and his eyes fall to me. Well this is awkward. The last thing I wanted my dad to know is how much ass I got. Maybe he should leave the room.

"Three weeks ago." I mutter, hoping my dad didn't hear. Turns out he did...Mr. Lawrence was the one that didn't. I said it again. I look over to my dad, and see him rub his temples. I exhale. I just want this to be over. Mr. Lawrence writes the information down.

"Is there something wrong with me?" I frown. Mr. Lawrence chuckles, flipping through my folder. He looks over something, then closes the folder completely.

"No. Actually there's a Congradulations to be in order." Mr. Lawrence smiles. My dad tenses up beside me. He stares blankly ahead.

"You're 8 weeks into your pregnancy." Mr. Lawrence grins. WHAT?! This isn't possible. This has to be a mistake right? Right? I can't possibly be pregnant! I start to think back 8 weeks ago, 8 weeks ago would make it June. The only time we did anything in June was Niko's birthday and I could've sworn we used protection.

"This is a cruel, sick joke Mr. Lawrence."

"A joke, this is not Melinda. You are 8 weeks pregnant."

Oh shit. How I the hell am I going to tell Niko.

I didn't edit, and I'm so sorry for that! So Mel's pregnant! Any name ideas? My friends pick really bad names lol I really hope you enjoy reading , because I enjoy writing! This chapter was going to be a lot later on in the story, but I decided to put it in the front of the story and write throughout the pregnancy:)