Possibilities

I jumped to my feet and scanned the room, my eyes lingering on the door which was slightly ajar. I spun around and clasped Kayla's wrist so tightly that she flinched. She opened her mouth to speak but I begged her with my eyes to stay quiet. She gave me a confused look but did so. I wasn't sure how staying quiet was going to help us but anything was worth trying. Kayla whipped out her tablet (or 'Magic Mirror') and started typing furiously. She pressed the send button and turned it around, showing me the screen. She'd sent a message to John which read: We're stuck in the den, I think there's a fury outside. Pierce won't let me talk ~K

I nodded and Kayla slid the tablet back into her pocket, wrenching her wrist from my iron grip and started walking towards the door. I screamed in my head for her to stop and after a brief battle with my thoughts, I followed her. She reached the door and wrapped her hand around the handle and after taking two deep breaths, flung the door open.

The sight we were met with was not unusual for me, but it still shook me to the core. John was stood there, holding a shaking body in his hands, pinning it to the ground and sucking the life out of it. The fury shook with rage, spitting and writhing beneath John, desperately trying to escape his fate.

He failed.

His body went limp and John slowly let go, watching for any signs of a resurrection, but there were none. He looked up at me, the pain and sorrow clear in his eyes but also the anger and resentment. I walked foreword slowly and pulled him into a hug,

"It's ok" I muttered until he calmed down.

"I'm so sorry Pierce." he mumbled into my shirt,

"Hey," I whispered, "It's not your fault, you were only trying to protect us"

He shook his head, falling to his knees in front of me and taking my hands in his, "I will protect you forever, no matter how long it takes, how hard it is, no matter what the cost, I will always protect you, and my little buddy in there" he cooed, stroking my belly before looking up at me again,

"I will always love you."

I grinned like a kid on Christmas day, kneeling down beside him and cupping his face with my hands,

"And I you" I said before kissing him tenderly, out lips only just touching.

The few months were hectic. Shopping with Kayla, fighting over wall colours, clothes, furniture, books and basically everything under the sun. I was exhausted and I wasn't barely even pregnant. Well, roughly halfway through my messed up pregnancy.

My stomach fairly large but not as big as it would've been had I been "upstairs" for the last 6 months and Mr. Graves estimated that I still had about 6 months to go.

John and I were sitting in the middle of our bedroom floor, surrounded with slips of paper with possible baby names scribbled on them in my messy handwriting.

"I thought this was supposed to come easily, in the movies they have some stupid epiphany," I moaned, looking at John: "I want an epiphany."

John chuckled, his facial expression was both amused and thoughtful,

"How about something like Thomas? That's a cool name." He suggested, throwing the slip of paper at me.

I thought about it but soon dismissed it,

"I don't know" I mused, "It's nice but it's a bit posh."

John thought about it, and then shrugged, laying down and putting his hands behind his head, leaning on top of them. I followed suit, falling backwards and feeling him catch me, wrapping his arms around me and planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, my head resting on his chest.

"Bobby?" He whispered, so quietly I could barely hear him.

"What?"

He sat up, scooping me up onto his lap like a little child and said again,

"Bobby, if we have a little boy we could call him Bobby."

Bobby. A little boy called Bobby. My little boy.

I wrapped my arms around John and squeezed him tightly,

"That's perfect."