A/N: This one is going to be a little more serious, but hopefully you like it.

P.s. I still own nothing…

Telling Him

Azazel had just taken Angel out on a date, Emma could hear his thoughts swirling. He was going to bring her to a beautiful cathedral in Russian where he was going to get down on one knee and propose to her. How sweet? Emma smiled to herself as the left as they disappeared.

Emma was exhausted after today but decided that she should go speak with Sebastian. So, she headed to his personal office. When she walked in he was reading a thick volume in German. She could tell form all his different thoughts flying around the room, he was very interested.

"Sebastian, can we talk?" she asked.

All of those random thoughts flying around suddenly vanished all together, and he flipped his rather large volume shut without marking his page. God, I love this man!

"Of course, what's going on?" He asked, quickly trying sit up and like more authority like. What a dork! Emma giggled to herself.

"Uh, need to tell you… something… of an important manner…" Since when am I at a loss for words… Emma tried to muster up courage.

"What is it?" he asked, coolly motioning towards a seat in front of his desk. Emma sat.

"I'm pregnant."

His stayed very still.

"And you took a pregnancy test?"

"Three"

"And…"

"They all came back positive"

There was silence.

"What are we going to do?" Emma's voice sounded dead… why would he want a child, don't be stupid Emma? Emma was quite conflicted, she did not want to give the baby up.

"What is there to do?" he said as if there is only one solution. Why would a mutant terrorist want a baby? Don't fool yourself Emma. Abortion, that's what there is to do…. What else would he possibly want… She thought coldly.

"Well… we could raise a baby on the Caspartina… or… an abortion." She stated the facts, but not her opinion…

A/N: Muhahahahahahahahah! Did I leave you hanging? Don't worry, love, there is more to come!