Immortals

Pregnancy Scare

Lola:

I couldn't help but worry for Selena. Babies aren't meant to be kicking until ten weeks, and she's only five days. I couldn't help but worry about the baby, and it isn't even mine. I guess it's just motherly instinct and pregnancy hormones. "I'm worried about Selena, Dan," I tell him. "I'm worried too," he tells me quietly. He reaches for my hand, trying to comfort me. It's strange how he always knows when I need him the most. I guess, after so long of knowing each other, that it just comes naturally.

"I'm going to have to check on Selena later," I say. He nods silently, leaning in and kissing my cheek. "You should get some rest, all that worrying isn't good for the baby," he tells me. He's so caring at times, like...all of the times. "Well, I'm tired. Please come with me," I say, standing up and stretching before walking towards the bedroom. He smiles seductively at me. "And if I don't want to?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Then you won't any of this," I say, matt-of-factly, motioning at my body. I start walking towards the bedroom once more when he captures my wrist and pulls me towards him, capturing my lips with his. This is good, I need the distraction. My anxiety levels are through the roof, but they fall away as Dan picks me up and I wrap my legs around waist.

Selena:

It's strange, to have everything in your life change suddenly A few days ago, I was single, human, and, most of all, not pregnant. I thought I'd had my life completely planned out, but I was horribly wrong. I don't think I'd change anything, though. I have a fantastic boyfriend and two best friends who support me no matter what, and a little baby growing inside me. Don't get me wrong, I didn't want this baby. But I feel strangely protective over it. It's no wonder that I do, I'm only five days along and the baby is already kicking for Christ's sake. Stretching in bed, I notice the way the blankets are bunched over my stomach makes it look like I've got a rather large baby bump. I smile and sit up, needing to go to the bathroom.

When the covers fall away, I know that they weren't making me seem like I've got a large baby bump. I have one, and it literally happened overnight. "Phil," I say, slightly panicked, causing him to wake up. "I have a baby bump," I say, once he's sat up. He's got a huge smile on his face. "Our baby is growing," he says, full of awe. "Yes, it is. That's the problem. I'm just under a week along," I whisper, my voice shaking. His expression drops. "Sel, what does this mean? Is our baby okay?" he asks. I have no idea whether the baby is okay. Forgetting about needing to use the bathroom, I curl up against Phil's chest.