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"JOY I'M HOME!" I called as I pulled myself out of the car by my arms.
I heard her unlocking the door from inside, "DID YOU BRING THE WHOLE CREW?"
"NO HARPER HAS THE LAST COUPLE DAys of school." I quieted my voice when she opened the door. For a moment she was happy and excited, then her eyes landed on my bulging abdomen. She stared at it for a few seconds, blinked a few times then stared a little longer.
"WHAT THE FUCK EVY?!" Joy yelled as I waddled past her in her front door.
I was six months along now and it was beyond obvious that I was pregnant. My ankles had started puffing up if I stayed on my feet too long, my back hurt like a bitch at the end of the day or if I stood up too fast, and I had to pee all the fucking time. We stopped 27 times on the four hour car ride.
"SAAAAAM!" I called over my shoulder to where he was grabbing Olly's birthday present.
Joy's eyes were bulging out of her head, "WHAT WERE YOU JUST GOING TO TELL ME WHEN IT WAS BORN?!"
"Oh my God you didn't tell her did you?" Sam muttered as he stumbled in the door carrying the giant train set that Joy was probably going to murder me over.
"NO SHE DIDNT!" Joy yelled, wheeling on Sam and pointing at him, "And yooouuuu should have remembered. AAAAALLLLLLLLL I NEEDED WAS A PHONE CALL!"
Olly poked his little blonde head around the corner, "Mommy why are you yelling?" He asked.
She immediately sweetened up and smiled, turning to him in excitement, "Auntie Evy's going to have a baby!"
His eyes got so wide with excitement their happiness rivaled his smile as he looked at me, "Is he in here?!" He asked, running over to me and patting my baby bump.
Sam crouched down next to him with a huge smile, "Yes she is." He answered with a sappy grin.
"Oh my god you're having a little girl?" Joy whispered, hands covering her face and eyes widening like Olly's.
I nodded and lifted my shirt to show off my belly, "I promise we aren't messing with you. Here feel. She's kicking." I instructed as I placed her hand in the right spot.
She stayed pissed; happy about the baby but pissed. All day long and even after Chris got home. She started doing that thing mom would do where she would be nice for the sake of others but unless someone else gained from it she wouldn't interact with me at all. The passive aggression was strong with that one.
Olly was ecstatic about the train set we got him that had lots of little pieces that we're sure to be stepped on. Joy shot me a glare and I did my best to ignore her. He also insisted on sitting by me at dinner and resting his tiny little hand on my tummy while we sat and chatted.
At least someone is excited... damn.
After dinner we sent Olly to bed and all sat in the living room. Chris and Sam were talking up a storm while Joy and I basically pretended the other wasn't there.
As I stared out the window I mentally made a list of all the things we needed to do before the house was finished. When something moved outside I thought it was just a trick of the mind. When it happened again I immediately grabbed Sam's arm and shushed everyone.
"What?!" Joy hissed, looking at me like I was crazy.
I held my finger up and listened.
"There." I whispered, "You can hear them on the gravel."
Sam's eyes went wide and he immediately ran to the kitchen, "Can you tell if it's an angel or demon?" He called.
"No clue. Salt and ward." I hollered back, "Chris go get Olly and bring him to the front room. Joy? Please tell me when you re-painted that you didn't get rid of the sigils."
She looked at me in confusion, "Well I just painted over them... I thought you had to remove the mark?"
"Fuck!" I yelled before I got up a little too quickly for my back but kept going anyways. I rummaged through Olly's craft drawer and pulled out all the washable markers I could find, handing some to Sam as he passed me carrying a box of salt.
"Get everyone in the front room." I ordered as I followed Sam and started drawing on the walls while he salted the doorways and windows.
Just as we had finished making our safe room we heard tinkering at the door. I frowned at Sam and peeked around the corner to the hallway.
"I thought angels and demons were more brash. Why are they picking the lock?" Chris whispered, holding Olly and rocking back and forth trying to keep him asleep.
"It's not one of them." I sighed in relief, digging in my purse and pulling out a gun for myself and knife for Sam.
He took the knife but held his other hand out expectantly.
"What?" I asked, checking the safety and clip.
"You're six months pregnant. Give me the gun." He insisted.
I laughed, "Uhm no."
He mocked my laugh, "Uhm yes."
We glared at each other for a moment before I shoved the gun in his hand and admitted defeat, "Fine..."
"Thank you Sunshine." He whispered, kissing the top of my head before making his way down the hall.
We heard a brief scuffling and a knife sticking into the wall followed by some more shuffling and muted voices.
Sam returned dragging a teenager behind him by the collar, "He says you know him."
I sighed and let myself fall into the closest chair while Joy chewed the boy out and Chris called the cops while he put Olly back in his bed.
The cops took the kids away after having to rip a hole in the other kid's shirt that had been stabbed through into the wall. We got weird looks from the arresting officers but they remembered how weird I was when I lived there... hopefully. They took a quick statement and said they would call in the morning, finally letting us go at around 11.
Joy still found it in her to be mad at me and only talked to Sam about the guest room closet stuff she had moved around as everyone parted ways for bed.
"She's hell bent on staying mad at you." Sam commented through a grimace as he shut the door to our room. I just groaned in response as I changed and grabbed my weird leg pillow.
We got situated in bed so I was curled around the funky pillow so it supported my bump and Sam rested his arm over my side.
"That was kind of a dick move not calling her." Sam commented.
I sighed, "I know... But she didn't call me either."
"Sunshine, she was possessed." He pointed out.
"Oh shut up." I snapped, snuggling into him a little more and closing my eyes.
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I was up before everyone the next morning. The baby was moving around a bunch and I couldn't sleep anyways so once it hit six I got up to make breakfast.
Olly waddled into the kitchen while I was frying the bacon and gave my thigh a hug then patted my belly as he watched me cook.
"Good morning little man! How did you sleep?" I asked.
"Like your baby!" He answered, thinking he was oh so clever.
"Well," I began as I picked him up and set him on the counter on the other side of the stove where it wasn't hot, "my baby didn't sleep well at all. She tossed and turned all night."
He frowned at me, "But she isn't born yet."
I laughed and we quite surprised to hear Joy laughing with me from the doorway.
"Babies can still move in mommies' tummies! They wiggle around and twist and turn all the time!" She explained, walking over and picking Olly up, "You were pretty rowdy."
I smiled as I turned off the heat and rested my hand on my stomach, "Did he let you sleep at night?" I asked with a sigh.
"No. I'm pretty sure it runs in the family." She joked, " And if you're carrying a Winchester giant, you're in for a lot more discomfort come month eight and nine." There was something in her tone that was begrudging but I couldn't peg it.
I must just not be awake enough for this.
"I'm not exactly small, she should have enough room right?" I asked as I turned back to the stove and started scrambling the eggs.
Joy scoffed, "You still think you're having an average sized baby?"
I nodded, still trying to force myself off auto pilot, "Touché."
Joy stuck Olly in his high chair and gave him some bacon to munch on while I finished the eggs and we both stayed silent. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and whipped around, knocking the spatula onto the floor.
"Look Joy I'm sor- fuck!" I turned back around and leaned down to pick it up and hear a soft, "oh my god."
"Yes I'm apologizing don't make it a big deal," I sighed, "I should have told you and I honestly don't know why I didn't."
"No no no no! Evy, have you been having spotting like your periods trying to start but it can't?" She asked, guiding me by my shoulders to sit down.
"No why?" I asked completely confused.
She looked worried, far too worried for my comfort zone.
"You're bleeding. It could be nothing, just a little stretching since she was tossing and turning. But we need to get you to a hospital now." She insisted before taking off down the hall and yelling for Sam and Chris to wake up.
Not two minutes later Sam came stumbling out in his old sweats and the t-shirt I had bought him that had a "beware of moose" roadsign on it, "What's wrong? Are you okay? Does it hurt? Why didn't you wake me up?"
I was still so confused and dazed that I wasn't quite sure how to answer, "I-uh... What?"
Joy came running out with her keys and both of our purses, "Help her into the car, we have to move."
I let Sam help me up, not feeling too much different than I had last night, "Joy you need to tell me what you think is going on!" I snapped as we followed her out the door.
"I don't know! I dropped out of med school remember! There's a whole list of things that can cause bleeding late in your pregnancy! Very few of them aren't serious!" She squeaked as she started her car and waited for Sam and I to get in.
My heartbeat shot through the roof. I dug my nails into Sam's arm as the thoughts that were running through my mind reminded me of the pain of my first pregnancy.
"Samson..." I felt the tears welling at my eyes, "Samson I don't... don't think I can do this. Not again."