The Revenge

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Emma POV 

It's been two weeks and I haven't been well. I've been vomiting and getting dizzy a lot. Noah always comes at night to sleep with me or we watch a movie together. 

Today, the boys were here and they were playing video games downstairs. Another wave of nausea passes and I rush to the bathroom. I empty whatever I ate in the toilet and wash my face for the second time today. 

"Emma?" I whip around to find Sam leaning against the door. 

"Yeah?" I mumble, wiping my face. 

"Did you and Noah have sex?" He asks and I blush crimson red. 

"Umm... uh.." I stutter. 

"So you did. Did you guys use protection?" I bet I'm red as a tomato. 

"I... don't know..." I drag. 

"Did you miss a period." 

I groan. I did miss a period." sam, what are you hinting at?" 

"You might be pregnant, Emma." He confesses. 

"Sam... I don't think so... maybe it's just some stomach flu or something." I try hard to convince myself. 

"Let's check it out then." He drags me downstairs and puts on my shoes. 

"Guys, we are going out." He yells to the others. And we hear a couple of okays. 

"Sam, where are we going?" I ask. 

"The medical store." 

Throughout the ride, I play with my hands, something I do when I'm nervous as hell. 

At the store we buy a couple of pregnancy tests and go back home. 

"Sam... I really don't think I'm pregnant." I say. 

"Give it a try, ems." He says. 

Huffing, I do what I have to and wait. 

Three long minutes of struggle and the results are ready. Crossing my fingers, I flip the stick. 

To reveal my faith. I slide against the wall, silent tears running down. I was going to be a mom. Noah was going to be a dad. We would have a family. But would he accept this? A sob escapes my mouth. Sam bursts in. 

"Sam... You were right. Im going to be a mom." I cry. He smiles. Something very rare. He walks to me and picks me up. 

"Emma, why are you crying then? Be happy." He says giving me a brotherly kiss on the forehead. 

"But Noah... will he accept this kid?" I cry harder in his chest as he rubs my back.  

"Emma, he will. He will be so damn happy. Trust me." He mumbles. 

"Promise?" I ask, meakly. 

"I promise. Now, let's tell the others." He drags me downstairs.

"Guys." He says, pulling me into a side hug as silent tears leave my eyes. Seeing me, all the four boys stand up. 

"Fuck." 

"Holy shit."

"Why is she crying?"

"Who do we need to kill? Let it be Noah please." 

That last one was mason, and brought a little giggle out of me. 

"Shut up." Sam roars. "Emma has something to tell you." 

"Did you finally kill someone? Don't worry, we'll hide the body." Mason jokes and Sam glared at him. 

"Guys..." I begin. "You're all going to be uncles." 

"What." 

"The."

"Fuck." 

"Noah is dead." Mason needs a good beating. 

"You're pregnant?!" Luke shrieks. I nod. 

"Congratulations!" They all shout. 

"Group hug!" Mason shouts and they all jump onto me. I laugh happily. Now, I'm willing to embrace everyhting. 

" we have a plan. This is going to be a great surprise for Noah." 

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