Eleven

Chapter Fourteen: Test Run

A/N: I have absolutely no control over this story anymore. What was originally going to be nine chapters, with each one dedicated to a different month of Sang's pregnancy, we are now on Chapter Fourteen and who-knows-what-is-going-on. And I think a total of two weeks have passed since Chapter One....

Heads up, this one is a bit long. But you can't really complain about getting over 8,000 words, right? We'll just pretend it's two chapters in one, because I didn't want to split it up.

Chapter Fourteen:

The silence in the room was smothering as my feet froze in place behind Kota.

"No worries," Sean quickly assured us as I turned around in horror. It was just an egg, and in my mind I understood that. But for the time being, that was one of our children.

And Sean just killed it, then hakuna matata-ed us.

"You murdered our baby!" Gabriel accused as Sean's head ducked behind the kitchen island.

"No, don't freak out," Sean rushed out while I stood there unmoving. "It was just the extras!"

"The extras?" I squeaked, watching as Sean stood up and tossed a soggy paper towel into the trashcan.

"Yes, I might've knocked over the carton," Sean explained sheepishly, sending me a contrite smile. "There were still two eggs in it."

"So Sang Junior is okay?" I asked, wanting to be completely sure.

"Sang Junior is more than okay, she's wonderful," Sean clarified, holding up his intact egg as he tossed the empty carton into the trash as well.

"Sang Senior, on the other hand, needs to relax," Victor said as he stepped up beside me, rubbing a hand up my arm. "Come on, Princess."

"I don't know why I care so much about an egg," I sighed, frustrated.

"It's not the egg," Victor assured me, his soft fingers trailing down my arm until they laced with mine. "It's what the egg represents."

"No, it's her hormones," Nathan argued, like it was obvious.

"Chicks go batshit crazy when they're knocked up," Gabriel agreed as we headed towards the couches again.

"Why do you guys keep saying I'm knocked up?" I winced as I plopped down on a seat between Victor and Gabriel. "That sounds awful."

"Well, it's true," Gabriel shrugged sheepishly. "No matter how awesome it is, we didn't exactly plan this shit."

"Can you please not call it 'shit'?" Kota asked tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose as he found a spot next to Nathan. "And I agree with Sang; 'knocked up' has a negative connotation."

"What should we say, then?" Nathan asked. "With child? Expectant? Preggers?"

"Just 'pregnant' works for me," I cut in quickly, not wanting this to turn into a brainstorming session.

"Fine, Sang's pregnant," Gabriel pouted, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the couch.

"Don't sound so disappointed, Gabe," Silas chuckled.

"Focus on the task at hand, gentlemen," Owen instructed clearly, and I straightened in my seat.

"How many rules are there?" Kota turned to Sean eagerly, readjusting his glasses. "And just how long does this game last?"

"And do you have a rulebook for Kota?" Nathan asked Sean teasingly. "He'll probably want it all in writing."

"I don't need it in writing," Kota mumbled half-heartedly.