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Chapter 2:

Rpov:

I have been in serious pain. I've been having many labor scares and it's been taking a toll in Christian. He doesn't sleep much and he's growing bags under his eyes. It's not pretty. I've been out on bed rest, officially. I can't get up, no matter how frustrated or angry I get. I have breakfast in bed now.

This seriously took a toll on my mood. I've gotten crankier and angrier by the day. Only a few people are allowed in since an incident.

My mother came inside, despite my protests. It angered me enough, but I stayed in control. I snapped when she started to scold me and tell me what to do. It got ugly as I started screaming at her and we being sirens made it worse. I ended up going for her throat, or tried as Christian barged in and kicked her out. I haven't seen her since, though I know she tries. She still has the decency to argue with my fiancé and ask questions to why I reacted the way I did. Christian defended me and was cold towards her.

My father tried to get in once he heard what happened. I was already reaching for his throat the second he started to come in. I made a nasty gash on his face. I heard it healed pretty nicely, considering the size of it and how deep it was. All that's left is a nice small, thin line of it; barely noticeable, much to my distaste.

Tasha's here more often. Pavel, Chris, and Tasha are the only ones who can come in. Chris's mom got very angry when she heard about my parents. She came barging in, screaming at me that I should be grateful and how much of a brat I was for treating my parents like that. I don't blame her, seeing as her son has to stick with a person like me, but with my pregnancy hormones…

Luckily Chris kicked her out and yelled at her, leaving her flustered and angry.

He came back the next day with a nasty bruise, no doubt from his father.

It angered me. His father heard and wisely stayed away.

Tasha and Pavel have helped us a lot. The house is a done deal and Sydney was more than happy to tear down her walls to combine it with my house. I felt horrible so I paid for the construction, ignoring her protests.

All we need is for my baby to be born and then we'll head over there immediately.

I winced as I felt a contraction hit. Christian looked up at me from his desk worriedly.

"are-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. I'm fine. You worry too much and it's not event your kid," I chuckled.

He rolled his eyes and smiled faintly. "I have the right to worry. You're my fiancé," he said mockingly. "I prefer to marry my best friend than some rich snob," he snorted.

"Thanks, you make me feel so much better." I said dryly.

He chuckled and then turned serious. "I'm worried about you Rose. That kid, if I'm going to be his father or uncle, is family to me. I have the right to worry. Besides, we don't know how you will give birth, considering the circumstances. And you're my best friend Rose, I love you." He said softly.

I smiled. "I love you too Christian, you're my best friend."

He smiled and he went back to his work.

I sighed and leaned back on the chair in Christian's office, my huge belly in front of me. He felt pity for me and carried me here.

I sighed again as time passed. I am seriously bored.

"Can you stop," He started, irritated, but then he got cut off as we heard an explosion.

I sat up, startled. "What the hell was that?" I asked, frightened as I held my arms around my stomach protectively.

He frowned. "I don't know," he said, standing up slowly.

We froze. Everything was so eerily silent, something uncommon around here. You would always hear the flutter of a tail or the waves as someone moved by; even the chatter and bags of metal from guards and servants.

"C'mon, Rose. We're getting out of here." he said urgently, putting his arms around me.

A second later, he put me down.

"Wait here," he said, swimming out of the room.

"Yes, like I can go anywhere," I said, irritated.

I could almost hear him roll his eyes.

He came back with the essentials and clothing for us, well me, seeing as doesn't need any. He wrapped them around me and I held onto other belongings.

"There's this thing called a bag," I muttered, trying to shift everything as he moved around the office.

"I know," he said irritated, moving slowly.

We were speaking in hushed voices, trying not to make sudden movement.

We winced as we heard another explosion, closer this time. I sighed in relief as we finally heard the commotion of guards and yelling.

He got a bag and put papers in them from his office, then our belongings.

"Can you carry this? Or do you want me,"

"I'll do it," I said, cutting him off. Finally, I can do something useful, even though it's something this small.

I put in on my lap, shifting my arms through the loops.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me up.

Thank god for water; it makes me lighter seeing as our place is far on tail.

He snuck out of his office, looking down every hallway and corner, making sure the coast was clear. It was perfect, seeing as most of the guards were down to where the commotion was. We almost encountered a few guards, but we dodged them easily. This castle seriously needs new security if a heavily pregnant siren can get past them in the arms of one of the royals.

By the time we were exiting the castle, the guards started to check the rooms, we edging around the outside of the palace, away from the damage and towards our house when they finally realized we were gone.

I laughed as Christian spun me around once we were free away from the palace and guards and out of the gates. He started to swim faster and I could almost hear my father's booming voice as the guards barely notify him that we disappeared. But it was too late, seeing as we were already gone and the palace was nowhere in sight. We stayed clear of any other sea people, seeing as they tend to hide when a commotion like this happens. Besides, where we are heading, there are very few people.

We finally arrive at Sydney's and she almost crashes into me, barely stopping as she realizes the bump.

"Wow, you're so huge!" She exclaimed, carefully hugging me.

"What every woman wants to hear," I joked.

She laughed and apologized, grabbing our things.

"When is your due date?" she asked as she showed us to our room.

Her place has significantly changed since the last I've been here, especially with the new construction.

"Anytime now," Chris grunted.

She smiled and nodded, worry in her eyes too.

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to contact you," she said guiltily.

I waved her off. "It doesn't matter. I'm glad you did. I wouldn't be here and you would've been on constant watch."

She nods at me.

"Well this is where you are staying. The other room is still being organized." She said, unsure.

Chris turned to her. "It's fine Sydney, thank you for everything. And this will do. We're engage, remember?" he muttered grudgingly.

"Right," she said, eyes widening.

"Thank you, Sydney, it's wonderful." I said in awe. Half of the room was for the baby and it was absolutely beautiful.

Chris laid me down on the bed, leaving me to rest.

I fell asleep quickly.

I groan and shift, wincing. I roll over to my other side and groan out again. A few seconds pass and I shot up, crying out.

It passes and I huff. I finally open my eyes. The room was dark and it was quiet, save for the quiet pops of random bubbles in the water. I lean back down, but I moan at the sudden pain.

It soon passes. These pains are getting worse.

Then I feel the most intense pain ever. I feel the air escaping me. The irony, really. I cry out, gasping. I claw at my rib cage and soon I'm slowly drowning. Every time I breathe, the water goes through my nose and down my throat. I cough and choke, trying to get it out. But it just makes things worse. The pain in my stomach intensifies and I soon feel a throbbing pain in my tail, where my legs once used to be.

Great, I'm in labor. But this isn't how it was supposed to be. Stars fill in my vision and I in and out of consciousness. I remember seeing Christian's panicked face, followed by Sydney.

I remember him carrying me, shouting something at Sydney. My vision blurs as the water stings my eyes. I can't hear anything. I cringe as another wave of pain hit my stomach and I swallow another mouthful of water.

I remember Christian swimming at a frantic speed. I remember my head lolling to the side. I remember our house getting smaller as we swam up. I remember Sydney's frantic face as she swims beneath us. I remember feeling a hard vibration as she looks in a different direction. I remember seeing something in her eyes and something red in the distance; another explosion.

Soon, we're in the surface. After a couple seconds, I breathe in the fresh air. I start to cough and bring up water. I grimaced as it burns my throat. I feel disorientated and my vision comes back, along with my hearing.

I gasp, trying to breath in more air. Christian struggles, trying to keep me afloat and his head above water.

"I'll be okay, Christian; go." I say, gasping.

"No, I'm not leaving you." He says. "Especially with those explosions going on. I will not let anything happen to you." He promises.

"Go Chris, human or not, I'm still a siren. You know how one can get. I will be fine." I grunt out, feeling another wave of pain.

He looks at me worriedly, just as Sydney comes up.

"I know where to go, now leave. I'll be fine."

He struggles, but soon, and slowly, he gives in.

His shoulders sag and he nods.

"Come back to me," he say, kissing me lightly on the lips.

We ignore Sydney's surprised look. But we know better. We're just friends, that kiss wasn't romantic.

"Now go, before you start bleeding. The last thing I need is people, both human and siren, looking at a dead shark ripped to pieces," he muttered, swimming a few steps back.

I smiled lightly and started to swim.

Sydney came with me, helping me.

The siren in me began to rear its ugly head as I grew grumpy. Thank god Christian didn't come along.

Sydney noticed and didn't say anything; smart girl.

Soon, we reached the destination.

"Go Sydney, you know these things could get ugly. If I attract attention, I don't want you to go down with me."

She was about to protest but I gave her a sharp look.

She reluctantly nodded. "Good luck Rose," she said, and dove back into the water.

I groaned and bit my lip.

I finally regained some composure and started swimming the rest.

Soon, I reached the cove.

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