It's Called Revenge

Pregnancy

Cindy's Point of View

I awoke to someone tapping my stomach.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion when I opened my eyes and found no one near me, except Pierce, and he was asleep.

My hand instinctively flew to my stomach as a wave of nausea hit me.

I sat upright in bed and practically flew to the bathroom, my hand clutching my stomach.

I emptied the contents of my stomach.

I heard a thump and then hurried footsteps as a worried Pierce rushed to me. He pulled me into his chest as I leaned back from the toilet, feeling drained of energy.

"I'm taking you to the pack doctor," Pierce said, brushing the hair out of my face and staring at me intensely.

I nodded and he helped me up from my position on the floor. His arm automatically went around my waist and his other hand held my hand tightly, considering I was unsteady on my feet.

He helped me out of the room, heading down the staircase and weaving me through a few long corridors.

We stopped at the front of two large brown doors-I'm assuming to be the doctors office.

Pierce pushed the doors open and I nearly gagged as the smell of blood and medicines washed over me. The smell was so strong, my nose burned.

I heard a crash and then saw a small woman rushing to us, her body movements twitchy and nervous. She smiled and relaxed when she saw Pierce.

"She's ill," Pierce motioned to me, getting straight to the point. "Can you help?"

She nodded and turned to me, looking me from head to toe, her gaze calculating.

"Well, she has something evil inside of her, perhaps a demon," She said after a few seconds of silence. Her voice was low and shy. "And she is pregnant. Baby is girl and the father is Tyler Ross. So far the baby is healthy, no problems whatsoever. And you are three weeks into the pregnancy."

"How...?" My voice died in my throat, but my question was clear.

"It's a gift," The girl said, smiling slightly. "I can figure out somethings wrong with someone just by looking at them. My mind can pick apart signs quickly. Like you. You have slight bags under your eyes and you smell pregnant."

I blushed.

She looked a few years older than me. She had a concern on her face, seeming as if it were always etched onto her expression. Her smile was warm and friendly. Her black rimmed rectangular glasses were perched on the tip of her nose and her face was dotted with freckles.

She looked like a complete replicate of Pierce, having dark eyes and dark hair. She also had his complexion, but she wasn't as tan as he was. She was a tad paler.

They could've been twins.

"Oh!" Pierce said suddenly, causing me to jump slightly at his outburst. "I forgot introductions. Cindy, this is my sister, Kylie. And Kylie, this is my mate. Cindy."

He motioned between the two of us, suddenly seeming nervous.

Kylie smiled widely at me. And then punched her brother on the shoulder. Hard.

Oh. So they are related.

"Twin sister," Pierce winced as he rubbed his shoulder where Kylie hit him at.

Pierce turned to me suddenly, his eyes showing anger and hurt.

"Who is Tyler Ross?" He asked, his voice a little higher than normal.

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

"Well?" He asked after a few minutes of no response.

I sighed. "An old boyfriend."

He pursed his lips, jealousy etched into his features. He turned his head away from me, avoiding my gaze.

I stepped in front of him, cupping his face in my hands. I forced him to look at me, my eyes connecting with his.

"Your the only one for me," I said lowly, "He means nothing to me anymore."

"Promise?" He asked, hope gleaming in his eyes.

He looked like a little kid on Christmas day.

"Promise," I smiled.

He smiled widely and wrapped his arms around me, his lips coming down onto mine.