"Claire!" Eve yelled and pounded on the bathroom door again.

"What?" I yelled back from where I was still sitting on the floor of the bathroom.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Sure." I said.

"Are you coming out? Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Eve, I said I'm fine!" I snapped.

"Sorry. Are you coming out?"

"Yeah. I'll be out in a minute."

I got up off the floor, and walked to the door but stop when I realized I still had the test. Thinking quickly, I wrapped the end in a tissue, and lifted my T-shirt hem. I tucked the test in the waistband of my jeans and pulled my shirt down. I walked to the sink and washed my hands and face. Before opening the door I made sure I couldn't see the pregnancy test underneath my shirt, I couldn't see it. I unlocked the bathroom door and open it, Eve stood there, looking worried.

"Are you okay?" she asked again.

"I'm fine, Eve." I said.

"What did it say?" she asked.

"Nothing." I said.

"Nothing?"

"Yes, nothing. It was negative. I'm not pregnant, end of story."

"Where's the test at?"

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I want to see it."

"I got rid of it."

"Where at?"

"Eve, why are you asking so many questions?"

"Because I want to see the damn test! Now where's it at, Claire?"

"I told you I got rid of it."

"Then, tell me where it's at?"

"In the bathroom." I lied.

"Okay, then let me in there."

"No."

"Why not?" Eve asked.

I looked away.

"Claire, let me see the test."

I shook my head.

"Come on," Eve said and grabbed my hand. She pulled me down the hall towards my room. She pulled me inside my room and shut the door. "Give it to me," I pulled my shirt up and took the test out of my waistband. I handed it to Eve, she takes it and looked at it, I started to cry. "Oh, Claire."

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" she asked.

"Because I thought you would be mad at me."

"Mad at you? Claire, I'm happy for you!"

"You are?"

"Of course!"

"Eve, I'm scared."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because of what Shane will think and the fact that I'm pregnant, in Morganville."

"Claire," Eve said. "Shane is going to be so happy, you have no idea how happy he's going be. And Morganville is safe now, well as safe as it can be. The humans are in charge now, not the vamps, you have nothing to worry about."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Okay."

"When are you going to tell the guys?"

"I don't know."

"You should tell them tonight."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not ready to tell them yet."

"But-"

"Eve," I interrupted her. "I told you I'm not ready yet."

"Fine."

"Come on, let's go finish dinner before the guys get home, and give me that." I said and take the pregnancy test from her.

"What are you going to do with it?" she asked.

"Uh, throw it away." I said.

"No!" she exclaimed.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because you can put it in the baby's scrapbook."

"Ew, no. I'm throwing it away, Eve."

"But-" she started.

"Eve!" I yelled.

"Fine!"

"Shane, Eve, Michael, dinners done come and get your plates!" I yelled.

The kitchen door swings open and my husband and housemate, Shane Collins walked in. He looked the same as always: tall, broad, sun-streaked slacker hair, black T-shirt, jeans, and he was… barefoot, of course. After Shane, came my other housemate, Michael Glass who looked the same too: tall and broad like Shane, with curly blond hair and striking blue eyes. Lastly came Eve still in her full Goth glory, except she had changed her lipstick, it was purple now. They all went straight for their plates and Cokes I had set out on the counter. I rolled my eyes and walked out the kitchen and down the hall into the dining room. I sat down at the table, Shane sat beside me, Eve sat across from me, and Michael sat beside Eve. We all started eating.

"Claire's pregnant." Eve said suddenly.

"Eve! What the hell?!" I yelled.

"What? You said you weren't going to tell them, you never said anything about me telling them." she said.

"I thought it was obvious when I said I wasn't ready to tell them!"

"Well you should of said something like 'Hey Eve, don't tell the guys.'"

"Like I said, it was obvious."

"No, it wasn't."

"Well, you at least could have said something to me before you blurted it out. I don't even know if I am-"

Eve interrupted me. "What do you mean you're not sure if you're pregnant? I saw the pregnancy test, Claire. I'm pretty sure the little pink plus sign means your pregnant."

"Well you never know. I've heard that sometimes those things give you the wrong answer." I argued.

"Claire, you got sick right before I made you take the test!"

"Claire." Shane said.

"That means nothing, that could've been from something I ate!"

"Claire." Shane said again.

"No Claire, it wasn't. Why can't you just face that you're-"

"Eve." Michael warned.

"-preegnant?" she finished.

I gasped. "Why would you say something like that?"

"Because it's true."

"No it's-" I said at the same time Eve said, "Yes, it-"

Shane interrupted us both. "Claire."

"What?" I asked, and looked at him.

"Are really you pregnant?" he asked.

I looked away and whispered, "Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

I shrugged.

Shane looked at Michael, he nodded and got out of his chair. "Come on, Eve." Michael said.

"But-"

"Eve." Michael warned.

"Fine!" Eve yelled and got out of her chair. She grabbed her plate and left, Michael followed her.

"Claire."

"What Shane?" I said, not looking at him.

"Claire, look at me," Shane said and I looked at him. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I was scared."

"Why would you be scared to tell me you're pregnant?"

"Because I thought you would be mad at me!"

"Why would I be mad?"

"I don't know! I just thought you would be!"

"Well, I'm not mad." he said.

"You're not?" I asked.

"Of course, I'm not mad! Claire, I'm happy! We're going to have a baby! I'm going to be a dad, and you're going to be a mom, and our baby won't have to grow up in the Morganville I grew up in!"

I smiled and started to cry.

"Hey, come here," Shane said and pulled me onto his lap, so that I'm straddling him. He wiped my tears away. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head. "Nothing, I'm just so happy."

I wrapped my arms around Shane's neck and kissed him. Shane kissed me back and drawled it out into one of those long, soft kisses, that warmed from head to toe. I pulled back from the kiss and leaned my head against his shoulder. Suddenly I felt very tired and exhausted.

"Shane?" I said.

"Mhm?" he murmured.

"I'm tired."

"You are?"

"Yeah." I said.

"You're not gonna finish eating?"

"Not hungry." I mumbled.

"Okay. Well let me finish eating and I'll take you upstairs."

"Okay." I said, and started to drift off to sleep. I could feel Shane move around while he tried to eat, but I think he gives up because I was in his lap.

"Claire?" he asked.

"Mhm?" I said sleepily.

Shane doesn't answer but he stands up. I tightened my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. Shane walked out of the dining room and into the hall. He walked up the stairs, down the hall, and into my room. Shane laid me down on my bed and pulled the covers over me.

"Goodnight, Claire." Shane said and gave my a kiss.

"Goodnight, Shane." I murmured and fell asleep.