Elizaveta groaned and tossed around in her bed. The flowered mattress was moist with sweat and the sheets were crumpled into a ball on the floor. The Hungarian had been feeling horrible all morning and had thrown up multiple times already. She had no idea what had made her feel like this. Had she eaten some bad pasta at Ludwig's the other night? No, that couldn't be it, nobody is a better cook than Feliciano Vargas.

Then why did she feel like this?

Elizaveta groaned again and felt her stomach bubbling and made a beeline for the bathroom, making it just in time as she heaved up frothy fluids into the toilet. She heaved one last time before wiping her mouth with a towel and brushing her teeth for the third time that day.

Elizaveta stumbled back into her room before moaning and grabbing her cellphone off her nightstand.

"That's it! I'm calling Natalia!"

A strange choice, but even though Belarus came off as frightening and imposing, she was a nice person at heart. At least, that was what Elizaveta thought of her.

"Hello? Natalia?"

"Elizaveta? What do you need?"

"I feel sick, I've been throwing up all morning."

There was a pause, a rustling sound, and the slam of a car door.

"I'll be right over, I think I might have an idea of what might be making you so sick."

Elizaveta nodded to no one in particular and snapped the cellphone shut before feeling a familiar bubbling sensation in her stomach.

"Not again!"

Natalia pulled up in Elizaveta's driveway and stormed into the house, dragging a suitcase full of who-knows-what behind her, not to mention a shoulder bag.

She knocked on the front door and yelled, nearly waking up the entire neighborhood.

"LIZ! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?"

The Hungarian woman threw open the front door while rubbing her temples.

"NATALIA! PLEASE! DON'T BE SO LOUD!"

Natalia rolled her eyes before dragging Elizaveta back into the house and digging through her shoulder bag. She pulled out two small boxes and handed them to Elizaveta.

"Here. Go to the bathroom and use these."

The Hungarian woman stared at the boxes in her hand and read the label.

"Pregnancy. Test?"

Before she could question any further, Natalia bushed her into the bathroom. A few minutes later, a distressed cry rang through the house.

Elizaveta ran out of the bathroom and looked at Natalia with obvious distress before uttering two barely audible words.

"I'm... pregnant..."