Eleven

Chapter Eight: What Goes Up...

A/N: I wrote the chapter that follows after Sang's delivery today (something you guys probably won't even see for another year and I'll most likely end up changing ten times,) and ohmygosh I just wish CL could write a hundred more books in the next month. It still probably wouldn't even cover Sang turning 18, but I'd die of happiness actually reading her take on some of the scenes I've been writing. I was in tears just imagining everything that could happen and what the boys might say. Sigh.

Chapter Eight: What Goes Up...

Luke ended up shaping the cake like a giant cupcake, and the three of us ate the entire thing within half an hour. He'd even sneakily stuck a little jelly bean in the middle to represent our baby while I was licking icing off Gabriel's face, and it was quite a shock when I bit into it later.

While the jelly bean itself tasted a little odd compared to a fluffy cake, I was more concerned about the fact that Luke had just made me eat my own make-believe fetus.

I was currently lying on the floor beside the kitchen table, too stuffed to finish my journey to one of the couches.

"Maybe eating the whole fucking thing wasn't our greatest idea," Gabriel mumbled wisely from his spot slumped in a kitchen chair, his head lying facedown on the table.

"Are you kidding me? It was our best idea in a long time!" Luke called happily from the kitchen, his enthusiasm making me groan helplessly into the hardwood floor. Or maybe it was the new food baby that was thirty times the size of my actual fetus. "But if you want, I can make some Koolaid to help wash it all down?"

"Koolaid and cake?" Gabriel replied in disgust. "Shit, Luke. That sounds awful."

"You'll love it, I promise! I'll make a Watermelon Rush batch and a Rock-a-Dile Red one. Then, oh my God, we can mix them together!" Luke insisted quickly, his voice slighter higher than usual. "Holy cow, why didn't I think of this earlier? We can have a Watermelon-Rock-a-Dile-Rush-Red. Or Red-Rush? Maybe Rock-a-Watermel-"

"Luke, please no," I pleaded from the floor. "Let me just slip into a food coma and sleep this off. Please."

"And miss out on my homemade Koolaid? No way, Cupcake! We can't allow that," Luke's voice was getting closer as I heard him bounce by my spot on the floor. There were a few clicking sounds before dance music started blaring from the stereo, and I squeezed my eyes shut tighter.

"Fuck," Gabriel groaned from his chair near me. "How did he eat an entire half himself and not pass out or fucking explode?"

"North warned us; we should've listened," I whispered regretfully as Luke danced his way back to the kitchen. His voice joined Madonna's as he sang about being touched for the very first time, and I gripped my aching stomach tighter.

"It hurts," I whimpered pathetically, rolling onto my side and curling up into a ball. It was difficult to understand how something I loved so much could hurt me this badly. "Make it stop, Gabriel."

"The music, your tummy ache, or the fucking bouncing?" Gabriel asked, his voice rising to a yell as he flung his last words towards Luke's prancing form in the kitchen.

"You're so fine, and you're mine! I'll be yooours, 'til the end of tiiime!" Luke sang from the kitchen, the sound of a wooden spoon tapping against a pot accompanying his belting lyrics. "Cause you made me feeeeel..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Gabriel groaned, banging his own head repeatedly against the kitchen table.

"Sang, you maaaade me feeeel, so shiny and neeew!" Luke sang as I choked on a surprised laugh. His voice was getting louder as he danced around the kitchen, and I might've been starting to find his antics a little humorous. It was a nice distraction from the food baby trying to claw it's way out of my belly. "Like a virgin! Do-do-do! Touched for the very first time!"