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Abbie

I'm going to kill Damon Salvatore and I'll do it with a smile on my face. I'll have to send a nice flower arrangement for my condolences, but there will be no sympathy.

Actually, I won't have to send flowers, because I'm going to kill Stefan too. He caused this and it's only fair he suffered too. Would it be too much to add Peter and Derek to that list? Probably. I'm finally out of my first trimester now, but the exhaustion has yet to go away. Taking care of 4 bodies wouldn't help that.

Speaking of being exhausted.. and the reason for avoiding Derek, is that I've had to drop the illusion spell on me and the baby. When everything happened at the school, and I finally healed enough in the hospital, I realized I was weakened not only by the virus, but the growing magic leech inside me and the numerous spells I'm doing.

On top of that, there's no denying it now. Literally everyone has seen it and it would just cause more questions if it went away again. Something I'm not happy about, but whether they found out then, or Damon following like my own personal security detail, they would've found out sooner or later.

Maybe if I tell him I'm working a double, I can take a nap in one of the on-call rooms. I just need a couple of hours where Damon isn't hovered over me, asking questions and forcing food into me.

Also, I've hit the feral stage of my pregnancy, and my sex drive is just not attainable right now. Being stuck with Damon, while trying to dodge Derek is becoming harder by the day. I have no desire to sleep with either one, but just the sight of them has my thighs clenching.

I'm blaming my romance books for this. The dark haired, blue eyed, asshole shouldn't be my type. Their walking red flags and I've been conditioned to ignore them because their smile could melt panties.

For the record, my underwear is still intact, but I'm not sure for how much longer. I need to get Damon out of my house and figure out this Deadpool so Derek will quit trying to find me. I need to get myself under control before I end up doing something stupid and sleeping with either of them.

"I brought you lunch." I look through my lashes to find Damon smiling at me. I roll my eyes and look back at the screen. "Stiles brought me lunch." He leans over the counter, peaking into the paper bag on the desk.

"So why haven't you eaten it yet?"

"If you haven't noticed, I'm kinda busy." I can feel his eyes burning into the side of my head, but I'm not in the mood to argue with him. I have a pile of work to get through and I prefer to do that without him breathing down my neck.

The one place I thought I could get away from him, he's proven to me, multiple times, that's not the case. At least Derek knows how to respect boundaries.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Oh, great. Now I'm manifesting my fears. I look up from my stack of files, to see Derek leaning against the nurses station desk, completely ignoring Damon looking him up and down.

"Why are you texting me?" I answer back, raising an eyebrow. He leans further over the counter, his icy glare pinning me in place. "When were you going to tell me?" I keep my expression neutral, as I lean in closer. "Tell you what?" I cock my head to the side.

Damon ping pongs between us, then his eyes widen. I should snap his neck before he can say something. I should.. I really should. Not once have I thought about telling Derek, nor do I want him involved. It would only make things more complicated.

He growls and snaps me back to the present, watching as his jaw ticks. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." I shake my head, leaning back in the seat, knowing my jacket hides my stomach pretty well. I swear to God, if Damon opens his mouth, it'll be his last day breathing on his own.