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Chapter Fourteen Are you Sirius?

Chapter Song: Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Ray

"I'm pregnant Luke," I say softly. "Like pregnant with a baby?" He asks light heartedly. "Yes with a baby!" I laugh at him. "Oh, okay. How are you feeling?" he asks. "I'm feeling okay," I tell him. "That's good kitten, how far along are you?" He asks quietly. "3 or 4 months," I say. "4 months! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he really sounds upset I didn't tell him sooner. "I just didn't know how," I explain. "Well, I know now so that's fine," he says.

"So you're not like freaking out?" I ask. "Are you?" He asks. "Yeah, I mean. I'm 20, you're 21, and we're gonna have a f.ucking child," I tell him laughing a little. "Okay, well yeah. I mean I just found out, so I don't know what to think," he tells me, "I want to see you as soon as possible." I laugh a little. "Well my next doctors appointment is in about a week and she said we may be able to find out the sex of the baby," I tell him. "I'll be there," he says before we hang up and go sleep.

"So now that all the boys know and stuff, do you want to tell everyone else? Or what do you want to do?" Luke asks as we drive to the hotel on the way back from the doctors. "I guess we have too, I mean my mangers and employers need to know because it affects my job, but I kinda wanna wait to tell everyone formally. You know, let's just let them find out on their own until the baby is born," I suggest. "Yeah sure, I like that idea. Have you spoken to Toulouse about it?" He asks. "Yeah we talked," I say. "Good, so I'm going to drop you off then go to the airport," he tells me. I whine a little and make puppy dog eyes at him.

"Oh baby you know I want to be with you and at your every beck and call and here for everything but I can't cancel tour, you know that," he says holding my hand. "Yeah I know, I'm not even that big, but it'd be nice to be with you," I tell him. "Yeah, it would be," he kisses my hand as we pull up to the building's lobby.

"I love you, and I love you too little one," Luke says to me and then to my belly. "I love you too Luke, and try to think of names that you like and tell them to me," I ask. "Will do." He kisses me one more time before I'm out of the car and into the lobby. "Hello miss," says the man at the front desk. "Hi," I wave to him. "Listen, the penthouse, is it selling right now?" I ask.

"The penthouse? Oh no, I'm sure that it's too much, there's a place for sale on the 13th floor that's a little bigger than yours," he says going to get the papers. "No, I want to look at the penthouse, we'll be able to afford it fine thank you very much," I tell him. Deciding it isn't worth my time right now I walk to the elevators.

When I get in there's a mother and her little girl that get on after me. The little girl looks at my belly, which has started to show a little, and then says, "Her belly doesn't match!" Her mother gives her a stern look and me an apologetic look. "Guess what," I say to her squatting to be the same height. "What?" she giggles and her eyes are wide open. "I have a baby in my belly," I tell her softly.

"Really! So does my auntie Kara!" she squeals with excitement throws her arms around my neck and squeezes tight. I hug her back before the elevator doors open. "Okay Lovey, we need to go now," her mom says as they leave.

The second I get into the apartment I call Luke. "Hey it's me," I say before he starts speaking, "hey what do you think of the names Honey or Sweetie? Or um, Cutie, no that's stupid. Luna?" I start to list possible names in my head. "Those are all pretty, um but, we won't know if it's a boy or girl until next week, remember what the doctor said?" He reminds me.

"Oh yeah, well for a boy I like the names, Luke of course, Sirius maybe Rain?" I ask. "Those are good too, but I don't want to name it after either of us, or anyone we know," he tells me. "Okay, that's fine," I say. "What if we have twins?" the thought suddenly pops into my head and I can't shake it. "Or triplets!" I say thinking about having to carry three babies around and having to care for three children. "Let's not think about that unless it happens okay?" He suggests nicely. "Okay, we won't," I tell him the thought lingering in my mind a bit.