Three simple words...

Twenty-Five

January 25th- 35 weeks
Fiona was in the kitchen, her head down as she hid her tears from everyone else in the kitchen, pretending to be sleeping as she'd practically slept her pregnancy away. She closed her eyes and fought back sobs.
Joe looked at the way she was breathing from across the table and got up, kneeling down and looking up at her.
"Whats wrong?"
Fiona lifted her head up, showing the Coven her puffy face.
"We're going to have to watch our baby die Joe!"
"What? No we aren't."
"We're immortal Joseph!"
"Oh no the real name." Marie said looking over at Delia.
"So our baby wont be?" He said softly.
"It's okay." He rubbed her back and she sobbed.
"I don't wanna be immortal! I'm going to have to watch all of these people I love die!"
Fiona laid her head back down and sobbed she slung her breakfast plate against the wall and walked upstairs. Joe didn't know what to say or what to do. He was stunned
"Stay here Joe, I'll talk to her." Marie said.
Marie followed her up and saw Fiona at the top of the steps.
"Fiona your children are immortal now too."
"What?"
"They're immortal too."
Fiona sniffled.
"So I don't have to watch Delia or Lizzy die?" She said as her voice cracked.
"No you don't."
"Thats wonderful because my water just broke." She said sadly and ran a hand through her hair.