Here's the new chapt! sorry I hadn't it up sooner, but i still have school :( anyway hope you like it!
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Two weeks had passed. I wept as Sunny was put into her incubator. I made sure to ship her to a nice world. Maybe the Dolphins. And I hoped, with all my heart, that she would find happiness. She deserved it.
Ian's whole face would change from awe to sympathetic to wonder in the space of a few seconds as he watched me mourn for the other soul. He told me my compassion was the kindest thing he'd ever seen.
But I'd encountered another problem; my monthly cycles had ceased. It wasn't normal for a body of seventeen. I worried incessantly for the five days I was due. Ian asked what was wrong; I told him he really didn't want to know.
"Mel, er I have a small problem." I whispered into her ear once I got her alone.
"What is it Wanda? Are you okay?" she murmured. My ears, neck and cheeks turned pink. I whispered into her ear again, and the look of contemplation froze on her face. Shock entered her eyes and then her mouth dropped open. Not the response I'd been hoping for.
"What? What's wrong?" I whispered, panic rising. But there was nothing wrong with Mel, it was me. She grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the baths. We stopped at her room first, but when she came out, we started again on our frantic walk to the cave.
"Pee on this." She thrust a stick at me.
"What? Why…" a note of hysteria rang through the cave. I realised it was my voice.
"Do it." The way she said those two words, I didn't dare argue. The silence was tense; I was scared, but I did as she said. I cleaned my hands.
"You want it back?" I muttered sarcastically. I could almost hear her rolling her eyes. She pulled me out into the dim light and grabbed the white stick anyway. Her breathing was ragged and horror painted her face.
"Wanda, do you know what this is?" she barely whispered. I shook my head and bit my lip; her hands began to tremble. "Oh god," she rasped. "Wanda…" she trailed off.
"What! What is it?" I shrieked, shaking Mel with as much force as I could summon.
"Wanda," she turned to face me, her eyes confused. "You're pregnant." She whispered.
A bucket of ice cold water was thrown into my face. I fell to my knees and lay on the hard ground. I was consciously aware of the life in my womb. My head swam and my eyes glazed over with unshed teas. I lay on the floor with Mel for an immeasurable period of time. This was so wrong. I shouldn't have a child. It was so unfair to them to have a mother that wasn't even human. It's not right, it's not right. It's unfair. So horrible of me and unfair.
I was sent to bed. I'd laid on the floor for over six hours.
Ian sat next to my sweaty body on the bed. I'd never seen him look so happy. I wanted to be furious with him. I wanted to tell him how murderously angry I was with him for being so delighted about impregnating me.
His hand found mine. He stared at me like I was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. My heart melted and I kissed his mouth. He kissed me back, and his hand reached for my tummy, his other one knotted in my hair.
"This is a good thing. I promise. It will all be ok." He whispered. My eyes brimmed with fresh tears that spilled down my cheeks. He wiped them away; his stubble tickled my skin. I closed my eyes and wished he was right. I wished so much that he was right.