Nephilims Death

Chapter 8 Before you accuse me.

"Okay so we have one week left to get Christina out of there before they shut down the machines. I've petitioned too much, and the council won't grant me more time. I'm out of ideas." Lillian said as she pondered around the messy living room of Becky and Logan's house. Old scrolls written by prophets and spell books and medicine books and old recordings of previous brain dead patients who showed signs of life. Nothing helped and nothing worked, and with Becky being pregnant things weren't even easier. She was more than six months now, and she was grumpy and grouchy and hungry.

"If you don't get my best friend out of that place before this baby is born I swear I will kill every living person in this room. That includes you too Logan. Just do something." Becky snapped at everyone as she threw a book against the wall in frustration. Logan went to her and tried to soothe her but she just pushed him away.

"I know how you feel." Logan told her softly and she frowned.

"Oh so now you know how it feels to be swollen up like a big fat pumpkin and have feet that is so big that you can't even fit into your own shoes anymore? Do you know how it feels when a baby kicks your spine because it's turning in your stomach and that you have to eat crazy things and everyone looks at you with disgust because the baby likes it? Huh? Do you know how it feels like Logan? Because if you do please go ahead and tell me how it feels like." she snapped at him and she took a deep breath and shut her eyes from pain. "See, now you made Hitler's baby upset. You're the father Logan. Why can't you carry this fat monster?" Becky asked angrily and she pushed herself up, and with the help of Logan and she walked out of the room with an infuriate soul.

"I love you!" Logan yelled after her and William could hear her cussing at him in the kitchen and he turned back awkwardly at the rest of the group. Zeke smiled as he bit down on his piece of popcorn like he was enjoying a really good movie. By now Lillian was used to their world, and that's why she tried to keep Christina alive even more sincere. William just wished that Christina was her to see how grouchy her best friend was when she was pregnant.

Becky stepped back into the room with an angered look on her face, hands on her hips and belly stuck out like a big ball. She was having a little baby boy, and she wanted nothing else but Christina to be there at the day of his birth. One day she would bawl her eyes out, and another she would be happy and loving, and then she would be the devil. It was hormones. The closer she got to the due date the more hormonal she got.

"Who ate my steak? There was a tag on it that said leave alone, so who the hell ate my steak?" she asked angrily and Logan let out a deep sigh. William hoped that Christina wouldn't be like this when they would conceive a child one day.

"Honey, the steak was covered in tabasco sauce and mustard and some green stuff. Are you sure you didn't eat it?" Logan asked her politely and Becky looked at him as if he just broke her heart. Her face was angry, and sad, and annoyed.

"Oh so now you're implying that I'm a big fat pig and a jerk and a fat blob who just eats everything she sees? I already feel like a whale Logan!' she yelled at him with tears in her eyes and before he could say anything she ran upstairs, crying her eyes out from the emotions, and Logan just stood there not knowing what to say or what to do anymore, so instead he just sat on the couch.

"No I . . . you're beautiful!" Logan yelled after her.

"Ouch bro. You're going to be sleeping with the dogs tonight." Zeke joked but Logan just buried his head in his hands and shook his head. He knew he would have to go apologize to her, like almost every night, but he gave her a few minutes of space to let her cool down. Logan and Becky had a nice big house down in Pecos. It was her parents old house. She was a veterinarian now and he was going to be a stay-at-home dad once the baby was born. They didn't need jobs because they were rich.