Ronan P.O.V
"What?" My voice didn't sound right. In fact, it sounded higher.
She looked a bit devastated, but my brain wasn't working right. I must've been feeling the effects of last night's drink.
"H. . . When did this happen?" I asked. My voice sounded a bit normal now.
"About seven weeks ago. . ." she whispered.
Seven weeks ago. . . I tried my best to remember each day from seven weeks ago.
Sunday. . . I trained so much that day I passed out and forgot what happened that day otherwise.
Monday, it was a hunt, for monsters. I came back smelling like some really smelly stuff I didn't even want to remember.
Tuesday. . . Tuesday. . . What happened that day? All I remember was that Lass had offered to get drunk that day for the hell of it, and I agreed. But as we drank, what happened? The most I could remember was me passing out.
"Wha' day?" I asked, feeling the headache creeping back in.
"Tue. . . Tuesday."
I tried my best to remember what happened that day.
Lots of blacking out. . . The smell of vodka. . . I remembered Lass trying to hit on me, but he was terribly drunk. Horrible experience. Um. . . I woke up in bed, with one huge-ass headache. . . That was all I could rem-. Wait. Suddenly, red entered my mind.
. . . Oh god.
"W-We. . . I. . ." I couldn't finish. She nodded.
"I'm. . . a father?" My last word was hardly audible, but she nodded yet again. I fainted then.
Who knows how long I was out, but I heard someone's voice, then someone slapped me.
"Ow," I said and sat up, rubbing my face. "You slap like a sissy, Lass."
"Shaddup. You were sleepin' like a big baby," Lass said. "So why'd you faint?"
It took a few seconds to remember, but I did and almost fainted again, but Lass shook me hard. "Don't you dare faint again, asshole!"
"A-A-Alr-r-right!" I cried and shoved Lass away. "Quit shakin' me!"
"Jeez," Lass muttered. "How did you not remember?"
I just shook my head. How did this happen?
"Don't think we shoulda drank so much," Lass said. I nodded. "Now, you must reap what you sow. Or in this case, planted."
Lass dodged my kick as he laughed.
"Not funny!" I cried. "This isn't good! Do you know what others'll think of me?!"
"That you're gonna be a father? Ain't that a good thing?"
"N. . ." Was it a good thing? "I don't know!"
"Well. . . Did you see how Elesis looked when you were all surprised and shocked 'n' all?" Lass asked. I nodded. I wasn't sure if I was ready for this. . . Oh why oh why did I take Lass' over to go drinking?!
"Relax, ain't the worst that could happen," Lass said, trying to comfort me.
"What's the worst. . ." I muttered.
"She could be dead." I groaned.
"I've heard pregnancies can end up with miscarriages and cause the mother to die. . ." I said.
"Well, we got Arme, she'll save 'er!"
"Gee, that helps. . ."
"You're welcome."
