Author's Note

Okay, so I've read all the Immortals' books up until Everlasting. I just got Everlasting today, so I'll be reading it later. (:

Oh and sorry for not updating on this story in a while; I've just been busy with other things.

Hope you understand. 'Kay, so don't forget to review at the end, hope you like it!

~vampireangelxx~

Ever's P.O.V

I am lying next to Damen in the hotel when it happens.

At first, everything's fine, but then I feel an urge to vomit.

I slap my hand over my mouth and run to the bathroom.

I just barely make it to the toilet when I vomit.

"Ever!" Damen's worried voice exclaims. I feel him brushing hair out of my face. "Are you all right?"

I stop vomiting—thank goodness—and rinse my mouth with the faucet.

"Yeah," I mumble. "I'm fine,"

"Perhaps we should take you to see a doctor,"

"Okay, fine. But seriously, I'm fine."

He looks skeptical. "Maybe it's just…" I trail off. I know it isn't food poisoning; I'm an immortal. I don't get that kind of thing.

"Let's go," Damen wraps an arm around my waist.

An hour later, we are at the doctor's. Hopefully Sabine doesn't find out, I think.

I am sitting in the doctor's room. "Well, it looks like you're pregnant," Mark—the doctor's nametag says—tells me.

I swallow hard, and avoid meeting Damen's eyes. I know he's just as shocked as I am. But I am afraid of what he thinks.

"Okay," I say a little shakily. My heart pounds fast. "Let's go, Damen," I mumble without meeting his eyes.

When we are in Damen's car, Damen explodes.

"How is this possible? I cannot believe you're pregnant! Maybe the doctor was wrong! They can be wrong sometimes—"

"Rarely," I mumble, looking out the window.

He continues on as though he never heard me speak.

"And it's supposed to be impossible! I know because I'd done research!"

Tears spill out of my eyes. "I'm sorry! I didn't expect it either! So don't get mad at me!"

"Ever, I'm not mad at you; I'm not mad at all. I'm mostly confused," I start to roll my eyes, but he adds, "And frustrated."

"Why are you frustrated? Oh wait. Don't answer that, I think I know the answer. You don't want the baby." I said in a steady voice.

"Ever…" He begins, but I cut him off.

"Don't. I know your answer. I can sense your thoughts, remember? You're not ready for a child,"

He opens his mouth to protest, but I add, "and I don't blame you."

He sighs but doesn't answer; he focuses on the road.

He parks in my drive, dropping me off, and I start to step out, but he grips my shoulder, and says, almost desperately,

"Ever, you must understand. I…I can't be a father. I don't have the…the ability to. I'm incapable. And I just don't want the child. I'm being honest here.

"And no, I'm not a jerk that just dumps his girlfriend when he finds out she's pregnant. You know me better than that. Ever—"

He starts to continue, but I shove him away, and slam the car door harder than is necessary.

I storm off to my house, already sobbing when I get in the door.

I can't believe it. I can't believe him.

His words replay in my head: I just don't want the child…

I cry harder as I storm off to my room. I cry into my pillow.

I keep crying until I fall asleep.

I wake up later and after checking the clock—which says 1:45 pm—I change clothes automatically, like I'm a robot.

Like I'm lifeless, like I'm acting out someone else's part.

But ever since Damen said he didn't want the child I am carrying, I feel a little piece of my heart shatter.

While I am thinking, I hear a knock. I make my limbs move. I open the door a crack, and see that it's Damen. I stiffen.

"What are you doing here?" I say through clenched teeth.

"Ever, I'm so sorry," He says brokenly.

"Oh, you're not sorry. Why would you be sorry for meaning the words you'd said that hurt me? Since you don't want my child, then I'll take care of her myself." I start to close the door, but Damen sticks his foot in the doorway. I glare at him.

"Ever, I…I meant to say I wasn't ready for a child!" He lies. I know it's a lie both because he stuttered, and because of his thoughts.

"Even if you were telling the truth, it wouldn't hurt any less, Damen. I honestly can't believe how low you've sunk." I say coldly.

"Ever! I…Look, I'll be here for you, but I just…can't help you raise the baby. For crying out loud, you're making a big deal out of nothing."

That's the last straw, I think. "Get out." I say flatly.

"No, Ever, you need to listen to me. I love you, I always will, but there are some things I cannot handle! I'm so sorry! Please—"

"Get. Out." I say through clenched teeth. I swallow back tears.

"Ever, please, you don't understand! Please let me be here for you—"

"GET OUT." I growl with more emphasis.

"All right," He whispers. "I'll leave. But one last thing, I beg you," He pleads.

He kisses me gently on the lips. Then he pulls back and leaves so fast that if I blinked I would have missed his departure.

I begin sobbing all over again; this time with regret. I wipe the tears with the back of my eyes, press my lips together, and run after him.

I see Damen's car heading down the road as soon as I step out the door.

I use my immortal speed to chase after him.

When I finally catch up to him, I jog up to his drivers' side, and you could say he's pretty shocked to see me.

He pulls off to the curb, and cuts the engine.

"Ever—" He starts. But I don't let him continue. I open the door, and pull him out into my arms.

"I'm so sorry for not understanding!" I sob. "Please forgive me! I know, I'm freaking out, but you can't blame me. Actually, scratch that. I don't blame you if you blame me! I'm so sorry!"

I cry into his chest, knowing it's probably soaked with my tears.

I feel him stroke my hair.

"I will always forgive you, Ever. I love you. And…I'll try to be a good father, but no promises. Shhh, Ever, it's all right. And why would I blame you for anything?

"I'm not even capable of blaming you. Please, Ever, calm down. I hate seeing you like this."

I get a hold of myself and wipe my tears with the back of my hand.

"I'm sorry. I love you too, I always will, and nothing will ever change that. I was just…upset that you aren't ready for a child. But I'm glad you'll at least try." I whisper.

"What do you say we go on a vacation? Just you and me and…and our child? That's going to take some getting used to." He chuckles nervously.

"Yes! Let's go on a vacation! Where are we going to go?" I ask, absently cradling my stomach.

He smiles. "It's a surprise. I hope you don't mind surprises." He takes my hand and leads me to the passenger door.

I get in after he opens the door like a perfect gentleman, and he walks around the side and gets in too.

He starts the car again and begins driving down the road.

He squeezes my knee as he drives with one hand on the wheel. I smile.

"I suppose I don't mind surprises; as long as they don't suck or anything."

He grins outright. "Oh, don't worry. The destination we're headed too won't come close to horrible or sucky."

I return the grin. "Do you think so?"

"I know so."

We're heading towards our surprise—well, to me at least—destination.

I can't wait to see what it's going to be.

Author's Note

I hope you guys liked it! Don't forget to review, thank you so much! :)

~vampireangelxx~