Alright, I wrote this a while ago when I was still obsessed with Zombieland. Enjoy.
Amy's POV
We know a lot of survivors. They're all good at surviving, having 2 years of practice.
"Red, trade me" I sighed, coming to terms with the fact that I would not be able to sleep.
"No, go to sleep" he told me.
I swear I don't know what was worse. When I first met him, he refused to tell me his name because he said that would make a bond, which would make it harder for him to kill me if I get bitten. He'd refuse to let me take watch because he didn't trust me, and refused to let me drive. Now, he trusts me completely. Now, he refuses to let me do anything because I am pregnant… again.
The first time, he just wanted to be with the first girl he'd seen in a year besides the zombies. He tried to beat the shit out of me – so I would miscarry – when we found out I was pregnant, saying that the baby's constant wailing would get us killed. That's when I showed him that I was stronger than him.
Now, he's just scared that I'll overwork myself. I'm tempted to show him that I could kick his ass easily… again. Though, his heart is in the right place.
"Don't make me bite you" I sighed as I grabbed my baby brother from the passenger seat, set him down, and took his place.
Yea, I'm 16 years old, pregnant for the 2nd time by a man twice my age. But, you've got to mature fast in this new world.
Red grinned at the idea of me biting him. I've learned over the nearly 2 years we've traveled together that it's the only thing to get his full attention. I sighed, looking out the window.
"You need sleep, Amy" Red sighed.
I know now that his name is Edward. But, I'm used to calling him Red and he's used to going by that name.
"Can't" I sighed, "I'm too anxious."
We were in Oregon, heading to one of the many self-sufficient towns full of survivors. Red wants to be there when the baby is born, so I don't go without medicine again.
"You've been to one of these before" he told me.
"Yea, but I've never gone with the intention of staying for any longer than a night." I sighed.
I've been to a few dozen different towns like the one we're heading to, and I've been to this one once. But, I'm always stopping by to say hi and tell my story.
"If you don't like it, we can leave" he told me. "I just don't want you in pain just because I can't keep it in my pants."
"Oh yea, because you force yourself on me" I laughed at him.
"I've been there when you broke your arm and had to place your own bones because I didn't know what the hell to do" he hissed at me. "That was nothing compared to THAT night."
I sighed inwardly. Whenever I'm in any kind of pain, he turns into this scared little teddy bear, second-guessing everything he does. Either that or he gets completely livid because he thinks he should have done something to avoid it. It's his one weakness; his kryptonite.
"One day of pain is nothing compared to the years of laughs" I sighed, looking back to my daughter.
Liz was now a year old. Red was slowly learning not to panic every time she cried, thinking she was hurt somehow. Liz was learning as well… learning how to make her daddy bend over backwards.
Red, probably knowing what I was thinking, chuckled as he put a hand on my stomach. "You better be a boy, you hear me? We don't need any more girls bossing me around."
I have a younger sister and 2 younger brothers who travel with us. All of them are Red's siblings, adopted as such soon after he finally got over his 'no-connections' phase.
The baby kicked his hand and we both laughed.
"Oh yeah" Red grinned. "He heard me."
"Or she kicked you out of frustration" I snickered.
"Quiet, you" he huffed.
I know, short chapters. But this is an old story so bite me. :P