Zeldas pov:
I soon realised that I specifically asked for late reaction alcohol. I used to order it all of the time as I hated being seen "drunk" so to speak, but couldn't resist a whiskey on a Tuesday night. I'm the only one who knows about it so, I'm the only one who drinks it. It's not very popular. I could feel myself bloating. I jumped out of my seat and threw up in the sink. When becoming intoxicated, throwing up doesn't normally feel that way. Hilda brewed up one of her instant nausea remedies for me and I drank it in one go. I was praying it'd make me feel better but instead it made me even more unwell. It immediately flooded back out of my body. I didn't know what the heaven was happening and I hated to admit it but, I was beginning to worry. I'm Zelda Spellman I don't 'worry' about anything.
"Zelds.. do you think maybe you haven't just had too much to drink tonight and it might be.. something else that's making you sick?" Hilda whispered hesitantly.
"Don't be stupid Hilda I'm not pregnant!" I laughed. I laughed quite a bit. I don't know why. Nerves maybe?
I stopped laughing. What if hilda was right? What if I really was...I can't say it. I needed to rest.
"I'm awfully tired sister I think it's time for me to go to bed. Thank you for your concern."
I went to bed with an abnormal feeling and a pounding headache. I began to fall into a state of hysteria as the realisation kicked in. I was with child. I was still awake and, ridiculously, crying when Hilda came to bed herself.
"Zelds what in the world is going on with you?!"
She brought me a cup of calming tea and called Faustus, not knowing what else to do. I began to take deep breathes. What in Satan's name have I done?
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Fanfiction- COMPLETED - Zelda Spellman is looking for love when she discovers that two lovers from her past are in town, searching for her. She decides it's time to choose but who will it be? Does she love them both? This is a complex but cute little story f...
