Sir, I'm carrying your baby (Sequel to 'Mate, whats that sir?)

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I looked up at the clock and sighed, as Luke stood watching me like I was under house arrest. i rolled my eyes and pulled myself up, going to walk out of the room. He walked over to me and pulled my arm back. I winced and he let go of me. I gave him a reassuring smile and he looked relieved, going back to his stern posture. 

"You can't leave here" He said. 

I laughed at him and shook my head, walking up the stairs. 

"Alice-" 

"Luke.... Shut up. I'm going to go to the toilet"

"Why?"

"Urhm.... are we really going to discuss why I need the toilet?" I asked him, pointing towards the bump and laughing. 

"Right... sure. Need a hand?" He asked me. 

"I'm perfectly capable of wiping my own butt thankyou very much"

He rolled his eyes and nodded as I carried on up stairs. I went into the toilet and did my buisness, cleaning myself up. I then walked out and felt dizzy. I steadied myself on the door frame and called Luke. He came running up and looked aorund for the danger. I rolled my eyes and smiled slightly. 

"Whats wrong?" He asked, frantic. 

"Can you pleeease, get me some more icecubes?" I asked him. 

"You called me up here... to get you ice cubes?" 

"Well yes..."

"Alice..."

That does it. I apologize for what I am about to do, but I have needs. 

"Are you refusing your Luna?" I asked him in an authoritive voice. 

He looked like he was at war with his wolf for a while. He sighed and bowed his head slightly, walking back downstairs to fetch me the heavenly goodness. I waddled slowly into the room and layed down on the bed, flicking on the TV. I switched on Loose Women and wrinkled my nose. 

One thing I've learnt? Daytime TV sucks monkey balls. 

Luke came back in with the ice and sat next to me, grabbing the remote. He took a cube and I smacked him lightly around his head. 

"What was that for?" He whined. 

"They're mine..."

"Actually, they were the packs for BBQ's... but you've eaten nearly every single last one of them"

I shot him a look and he laughed, making me shake my head. 

"I'll make you all some more. Anyway, why did he shoot off like that?" I asked, feeling worried that Oliver was out there with Rouge's. 

"Just some buisness..."

"You're a rubbish liar, you know that?" 

He blushed as I layed down flat, feeling drowzy. I remember one of the women speaking about pregnant teens and I snorted, falling into a dreamless sleep.