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

1 week later...

1 week later...

I paced the room, my stomache really hurting. I moaned in pain and how hot it was in here. Right now, I am wearing a pair of shorts and my bra, and I'm still boiling hot. Josie sat on the sofa, with the fan on and in her shorts and bra. It was only us two in the house again, as Oliver was out on patrol. He was taking whatever was coming after me very seriously. 

I sat on the window sill and bent over slightly, groaning. 

"I'm too hot" I groaned, feeling sick. 

"So am I, but I can't take you out of the house" 

"Not even in the back garden?"

"Unless you want my head to be the next trophy in the games room, no"

I would have laughed any other time, but I felt ill today. Worse than I ever have done. I turned the fan on higher and layed down on the bed, blowing my forehead in a vain attempt to cool down. 

Josie ran down stairs for a moment and came back up with a tub of icecubes. I ate them greedily and felt abit more relaxed at the freezing cold sensation. My stomache hurt again and I whimpered. The closer it was to the date, the more intense the pain got. 

"You hoping for a boy or a girl?" Josie randomly asked me. 

I smiled at her slightly and sat up, grabbing Oliver's birthday card from the side he hadn't took down and fanning myself. 

"I'm hoping for a little boy... Oli wants a girl" 

"Aw, cute! Got any names yet?" 

I nodded and grinned, rubbing my tummy. She grabbed an icecube and ate it as I popped another one in. 

"Well.... For a girl I was thinking Luna, after the moon goddess and for a boy I was thinking Stark" 

She grinned and cooed, clapping her hands and bouncing on the bed. I winced and sat up right, feeling sea sick. She gave me a sheepish smile and apologized and I waved it off. 

"You told Oliver yet?" 

"Yeah.. he likes them"

She nodded and their was a crash downstairs. Josie carried on fanning herself and I had a scent overpowering me. She obviously smelt it too. It smelt of danger and rotting corpses. Her face pailed and she mouthed 'Vampire'. My eyes widened in shock and I called out to Oliver through mind link. He had his walls up though. I looked at Josie panicked, and cradled my bump protectivly. 

"What do we do?" I whispered. 

"Wait here, I'll go and get help" 

She then slowly got up and opened the window, climbing down and running into the trees, shifting. I held my breath and all i could hear was the thumping of my heart and the foul smell. I couldn't hear a footstep or a breath. I heard my door knock and my breath caught in my throat. I stood up and pulled Oliver's baggy T-Shirt on, holding my bump and grabbing the guitar as a weapon. The door slowly opened to reveal the same man from the cellar the day that Cameron had kidnapped me. 

I whimpered at his presance as he evilly smiled at me. I held the guitar up as high as I could in my situation and whimpered again. 

"What is your buisness here?" I asked bravely, but not feeling it. 

"I, dear one, am here to take you back to your mate" He said smoothly. 

"Oliver wouldn't send you for me, he'd come himself" I said in confusion. 

"Poor, Niaeve little Alice"  He chuckled, coming closer too me. 

I threatened him with the guitar again. 

"L-Leave me alone. I am with child, I'm not in a fit state" I said lamely. 

He swiftly took the guitar out of my hand and pushed me against the wall, breathing in my scent and his eyes fluttered back in ecstacy. My heart raced faster and he licked my mark, making me gag. 

"I'm not here to hurt you.... or your spawn" He said simply, walking away from me and looking at the photo's of me and Oliver that were on the dresser. 

"Then why are you here?" 

"Like I said, your mate has requested you. I am just the delivery man" 

I looked at him shocked, until he looked me deep in the eyes. I started to feel drowsy. I yawned and he smiled a sickly sweet smile at me. 

"Thats right little one, go to sleep" He whispered. 

"N-No...I-I"

"Hushhh" He said, before I finally lost consiousness. 

I can remember falling into a pair of strong arms, before the wind hitting my face.