A/N: To anyone whose reading this, I would just like to state that I normally dislike OCs because I'm a fan of slash, but I really love the Idea of Emma and Sebastian as a parents. I really like this OC, so depending on how this goes, I may write more of her.
P.s. I own nothing but my OC.
Pregnant?
Emma was nervous. Something was wrong with her body. She was gaining weight and her mutant powers… they were acting up. She was starting to lose control; she could block out people's thoughts, every thought that went through her team mates head swirled around her, leaving her with horrible headaches and bad nosebleeds. She felt like she was fifteen again, trying to figure out how to use her powers. And her diamond form, it was harder for her to change into it, and it took so much of her energy. She was really worried.
Sebastian had been back from the dead for a year now, and had got the old team back together. When he first came back, he showed no damage from Cuba, except for a light scar on his forehead. The Hellfire club was back on Caspartina, but this time around, there are no plans for world domination. Just a group of mutants living the luxurious life of Hellfire, all of us had to fight our whole lives, and it's safe to say that we're all tired of it. We still attend high society events and political debates, but no more nuclear weapons.
Since Angel Salvadore has been with us for more than a year, we have become…a little more than… Acquaintances. I refuse to say 'friend', because I am a diamond, and therefore my own best friend. But I decide to talk to her about this… situation.
"Angel?" I asked mentally from outside her door "Can we talk?"
The swung open "Course, what's up, Blondie?" She was sitting on top of her bed. I looked around her room, it was very vintage. Posters of the brat pack, James Dean, Marilyn Monroe, and Audrey Hepburn. Inside her closets were lots of beautiful flowing dresses, she never got to wear when she was a stripper. On her nightstand there where framed photos of iconic views Azazel had taken her to. And beautiful Russian head dresses hanging on her bed posts, also courtesy of Azazel. Emma smiled to herself, little did Angel know, but tonight Azazel had intentions to propose to Angel.
Emma explained her situation to Angel. Angel thought for a moment before simply stating: "Maybe you're pregnant."
"What?" Emma's eyes went wide.
"You know, Pregnant? Preggers? Prego? Embarazada? That's really the only ways I know how to say it…" Angel looked as if she was trying to think of more ways.
"But how could this be…" Emma asked herself.
"Well, aren't you and Sebastian… together? Like together-together…" Angel asked confused.
"Yes." Emma rolled her eyes; she really needed to get 'acquaintances' her own age…
"Are you on the pill?" Angel eyed her, like a parent questioning a lying child.
"No…" Emma felt like a child, diverting her eyes to the floor.
Angel rolled her eyes "Dude, you sooo pregnant. Why does this shock you so much if you weren't using protection?" She asked, like it was obvious.
"I'm frickin' diamond! I didn't think I could get pregnant!" She was still shocked.
"Well, let's go get a pregnancy test and find out." Angel smiled, secretly wanting to be an aunt.
Emma nodded. "Cool, call Azazel." Angel said tapping her temple, insinuating for Emma to mentally call Azazel.
"Oh, No! Nobody's gonna find out about this for right now. This is between you. And. Me." Emma gave Angel a look that let her know she was by no means joking.
"You mean we have to walk?" Angel whined.
"No, we'll take the Ferrari." Emma stated.
"To Publix?" Angel asked, surprised.
Emma nodded, Angel Snickered.
