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December 3: Saraya
I sit up slowly, my back aching and sore from the workout yesterday. I roll off the bed, landing on the floor, and I crawl to the bathroom. Nausea sweeps over me and I lean over the toilet. My hair is pulled out of my face and I throw up into the toilet.
I get to my feet and wash my face and rinse my mouth out. I look in the mirror to see Jonathan Good standing there, my hair in his hand.
I turn around and give him a kiss on the lips, he kisses back and I smile.
"Good morning."
"Wish it was, I'm not feeling so hot." Jon frowns and I lean my sweat soaked forehead onto his bare chest.
"You are really warm, do you want to go to the hospital?" I nod weakly and Jon carries me to the bed. He sits me down, helping me change into sweats and a tank top. He gives me my leather jacket and slips on my shoes.
He changes into sweats, a muscle shirt and his own leather jacket. He slips on his runners and carries me to his car.

Colby:
I walk out of my hotel room that I shared with Tenille and notice Jon carrying Saraya down to the parking lot. He places her in the front seat and they drive off. I re-enter the hotel room and sit on the bed next to Tenille.
"Hey, Tenille. Did Saraya say anything to you this morning?"
"I haven't checked my phone yet, can you get it for me?" I toss her her phone and she opens it.
"She's not feeling to hot so Jon's driving her to the hospital."
"Do you know how long Jon and Saraya had been dating before the SHIELD broke up?"
"Umm, no. Why?"
"They dated for two years."
"Wow, really?"
"Yes. And they slept together."
"Yeah, so?"
"Do you not get it?"
"No, what are you getting at?"
"Saraya could be pregnant."

Saraya:
The nurse walks in, a small smile on her face. Jon clutches my hand.
"We've got some good news."
"Alright."
"Saraya, you're a mother. You are 7 months pregnant." My jaw drops and tears stream down my face as I look at Jon. His face held shock as well.
"I can't be pregnant. I don't even look it, let alone 7 months!"
"It's true honey, I'm sorry." The nurse leaves and I turn to Jon.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, baby." He smiles and kisses my forehead. "We'll get through this together." He holds me close to his chest and I begin crying.
I'm a mother.

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