A Baby Drake

by Seyrinah-Dragomir

Helena and Liam have been married for a year now. What happens when their lives take an unexpected turn *cough Sebastian cough*. Quick Note: Thought I'd try something with a lighter mood to it then Before Happily Ever After, so R&R. *Update: There are pics of characters on my profile, so if you wanna see them check it out.

2. Chapter 2

Liam

When I woke up, Helena was sitting on the edge of our bed, her back to me, her long dark hair falling down her back in waves. "Good morning, or should I say good afternoon." When she didn't say anything I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her towards me, kissing her shoulder. "What's wrong now? Still feel sick?" she shook her head. Then I noticed that she was holding something in her hands. "What is that Helena?"

"I'm pregnant." She whispered.

"What?" she turned towards me slightly.

"Liam, I'm pregnant."

"You're pregnant?" she nodded, and then started to cry. "Why are you crying." She never cried.

"Damn you Liam Drake." She hit me in the chest "Damn you for being so good in bed." I laughed. Bad idea, she hit me again throwing my arm off her and jumping off the bed. "Don't laugh I'm serious. If you weren't so good in bed, I wouldn't be pregnant." We just stared at each other for a minute.

"Well, you know it's not like you complained when we had sex." She threw a lamp at me. I stood up. "Hey." I wrapped my arms around her "be a little happy, we're having a baby." She glared up at me "a little you or a little me."

"I don't want a little you." She shook her head trying not to smile "If it's a boy I'm going to be pissed."

"If it's a girl, Natasha will kill her." I said, and she frowned.

"Ok, a boy then, but he can't be like you."

"Never say never." I said leaning down to kiss her.

"Really," she said putting a hand on my chest "he can't be all diplomatic and silent and all that shit Liam. One of you is enough."

"So he has to be like you?"

"Well yeah, obviously I'm the better half."

"So cocky."

"That's why you love me."

"Unfortunately."

"Ha."

"We should probably go talk to Geoffrey."

"Why?"

"He's a doctor Helena; he can tell us when the baby's going to be born."

"Oh right." She stepped back and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" she shot a smirk at me over her shoulder.

"You said we need to go to Geoffrey's so that's where I'm going."

"I didn't mean now."

"Well I'm going now, whether you like it or not."

"Fine wait for me." Too late she was already down the stairs. "Goddammit Helena. You never listen." And damn me for loving her.