Alex watched as Sean's casket was loaded into the van, Nikita held her close as Alex sobbed into her jacket.
"Shh, it's ok Alex shh its ok." Nikita attempted to calm Alex but it was no use, all that Alex did was cry harder into her shoulder.
"He- He's go- gon- gone," she said between sobs.
"I know, I know its ok", she looked at Michael she nodded toward him and he shifted her into his shoulder and carried her bridle style into the car.
"No, no I loved him, I loved him." She cried extending her arms toward the van, Micheal placed her in the car. He placed so that she would lay down, clinging to Sean's jacket for dear life. "Come back to me please come back to me." After a few minutes she cried herself to sleep. Nikita looked back and saw her, puffy eyes, red eyes and wet cheeks.
"Michael, I don't know how much more i can take of this, I hate seeing Alex like this." Nikita looked back at Alex watching her still clinging on to Sean's jacket.
"I know, I know seeing Alex like this must be hell. But, don't worry in a few months she will be back to her old self, I promise." Michael held Nikita's hand and kissed it.
2 WEEKS LATER
Alex woke up from her sleep and walked down the steps of the new beach house that Birkhoff picked out. She grabbed Sean's jacket and placed it over her shoulders and sighed as she went down stairs.
"Hey, Alex you want something to eat?" Birkhoff suggested flipping a pancake with his spatula as it sizzled in the pan.
"No, I'm kind of nauseous and I'm not that hungry today." Alex said sitting down on a chair in front of the counter.
"Wow, are you okay?" Birkhoff said popping a small sausage in his mouth.
"Yeah, yeah I'm good."
"Hey, guys whats for breakfast." Nikita walked down the stairs with Michael behind her.
And that is when Alex stood up to give Nikita a hug but, because she was nauseous she collapsed.
"Whoa, Alex, Alex," Birkhoff dropped the pan and ran to Alex. He pressed two fingers against her neck. "She still has a pulse but, I don't see how she could have collapsed she... oh no."
"What Birkhoff, whats wrong with her?" Nikita said looking up from trying to revive Alex.
"She- she said that um, um she was nauseous and she wasn't hungry."
"Okay listen to me Birkhoff", Nikita knelt down to Alex's level. "I want you to look up all the reasons she would have nausea".
"Already on it, ok it says that, it could be thousands of millions of things food poisoning..."
"Not it she wasn't eaten anything weird next, Michael help me get her to the cot." Nikita motioned toward Michael as they placed her in the cot. "Search for girls Alex's age."
"Okay is could be cancer, motion sickness or, oh no way, no no no." Birkhoff said typing at the keyboard.
"What Birkhoff say it, tell me so I can test it or flush something out of her."
"Pregnancy." Birkhoff told Nikita. Nikita's heart almost stopped,"are you sure?"
"It matches."
"Okay, okay Michael wake her up and when she does don't tell her anything just call me." Michael nodded as he watched Nikita go upstairs.