Chao Ban! That is hello in vietnamese! Cool, huh? So! This is magicalunicorn000 back for another chapter of Loves Simplicity! If you haven't already, PLEASE check out my AWESOME fanmade TKC cast at the following link: https:/docs.google.com/present/view?id=dcm8x2s2_42dk3j5pg6&revision=_latest&start=0&theme=city&cwj=true

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Bast: Well that was random.

Me: Random is my middle name.

Bast: Really? Your parents must hate you.

Me: No, no, it's a joke.

Bast: I don't get it.

Me: O_O Just do the disclaimer.

Bast: OK. magicalunicorn000 does not own the Kane Chronicles.

Me: Sa-aun Bukusu!

Bast: What?

Me: Forget it. On with the story! :)

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Oh my Gods. How did this happen? Well, I mean, I know how it happened but, how did this happen?

I was standing over the bathroom sink, looking at a pregnancy test. It had a little red plus sign on it. Oh... My... Gods. I was pregnant, with Carter Kane's baby. We had been married a month, and I was already pregnant. I stood there in shock, then I did the only logical thing to do in my condition. I threw up.

After washing my mouth out and brushing my teeth about 20 times, I decided that I needed to make a doctor's appointment, just to make sure the test wasn't a bluff. I call the hospital and make an appointment with Dr. Astronaut. And yes, that is her real name.

I got dressed and walked down the main stairs. Carter was sitting on a couch in the living room, talking with Walt and Sadie. I tried to sit down coolly, as if nothing was wrong. And nothing was, I mean, I am excited. This is my baby. Well, our baby. I looked down at my stomach. Still flat. I sighed. When Carter kissed me on the cheek, I almost jumped 50 feet in the air.

"Everything okay Z?" Carter asked me with a worried expression.

"Everything is fine!" I said 'fine' in such a high pitched voice, it hurt my throat.

"Are you sure? You look a little pale." Carter said, putting his arm around me.

"Umm, come to think of it. I do feel a little sick. Maybe I should go to the doctors."

Perfect, I thought to myself, this gave me an excuse to leave for my appointment without any questioning from Carter.

"I'll come with you." Carter said.

"NO!" I shouted. "I mean, umm, you don't have to do that."

"I want to."

"No really, just stay here and... I will go by myself. You can spend some quality time with your sister." I said, looking for an excuse.

"Why would I want to do that?" Carter asked, confused. "We never spend time together."

"Well, now is your chance!"

"Umm, okay?" Carter said, looking at me confusedly. "Are you sure you are okay?"

"Better than okay." I said smiling. He still looked at me funny. I looked at my watch. "Oops! Time to go! Bye Hon!"

"Umm, bye." Carter said. I raced out the door.

When I reached the hospital, I was more nervous than ever. I wasn't sure if I wanted the Doctor to say I am pregnant or not. I mean, what if I am not ready to be a mom. Sure, I could take care of the young initiates just fine. And they all seem to like me, but am I ready to take care of my own baby? Or an even worse thought, what if Carter didn't want this?

I pushed my thoughts as I walked into Dr. Astronaut's office. She told me to fill out the usual forms, and then called me back into the examination room. I sat on the cushioned examination table, the paper crinkled underneath me.

"So Zia, what brings you here today?"

I took a deep breath and said, "I think I am pregnant."

Dr. Astronaut looked at me with a surprised expression on her face and then said calmly, "Did you take a test?"

"Yes. I just wanted to confirm."

"Smart move. Well, let's do some tests." She gave me a variety of different pregnancy tests, including a urine and blood sample. When she finished, she told me to wait here while she examined the results. I sat for what seemed like hours, when Dr. Astronaut came back in.

"Mrs. Kane? I am pleased to inform you that you are indeed, pregnant."

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"That was weird." I said after Zia had left.

"Yeah." Walt and Sadie agreed.

"She is hiding something." I said. "I just know it."

"Carter?" Walt began. "I hate to bring this up, but..." He and Sadie exchanged glances.

"What?" I asked, worried now.

"You don't think that, possibly, I don't know..." Walt trailed off again.

"What?" I asked again, getting aggravated with him now.

"Nevermind." Walt said.

"Walt, you can't do that thing where you start a sentence and don't finish it. Now, what were you gonna say?"

"Well, you don't think Zia..."

"What?" I almost yelled.

"You don't think Zia could be cheating on you, do you?" He finished.

"WHAT!" I hollered.

"It's just that... she is super jumpy, won't make eye contact, and didn't want you coming with her to her appointment." Walt put finger quotes around the word appointment.

"No. No, it can't be. She wouldn't..." I trailed off, getting off the couch.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up." Walt apologized.

"No, no. It's not your fault." I said, now extremely depressed. I walked upstairs and into Zia and I's room.

It can't be true. Zia isn't a cheater. Is she? She was acting a bit strange this morning. Oh God. What if she was cheating on me. Should I confront her? She would just get mad at me if I'm wrong. But if I was right, what would I do? Divorce her? That thought made me cry. Zia is the best thing I have ever had. I can't lose her. She is my everything. I love her. Just then, I heard the main door open and close, the sound of footsteps on the stairs and finally, our bedroom door opened and closed. Zia was home.

"Hey honey." she said as she set her bag down on the floor. I was sitting on the bed criss-cross-applesauce, facing the wall, so I was facing away from her. I felt her hand on my shoulder, I didn't react. She sat on the bed, facing the opposite direction I was, so we were face to face. I still didn't look up at her, just stared at the blankets.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, rubbing my knee.

"No." I lied.

"You're lying." She said, a hint of worry in her tone. She could read me like a book.

I got off the bed and walked toward the balcony door. Zia followed me.

"Carter, what is the-"

I cut her off. "Are you cheating on me?"

"What!" Her look of worry was replaced by one of surprise.

"Are you cheating on me?" I repeated, turning so I was looking directly into her eyes.

It took her a moment to reply. "No! Why would you even ask that?"

"You are showing all the signs."

"What signs?"

"This morning? You didn't look me in the eyes, you were all jumpy and spastic, and you didn't want me to come with you to your doctor's appointment. In fact, you practically screamed at me not to come. What does that look like to you?" I said.

"I-I don't know. I-" I could tell she was debating whether or not to tell me something.

"Well, are you?"

"Carter, I-"

"I knew it! How could you do this to me!" I yelled. "I love you Zia! Don't you know that?"

"I love you too!"

"Then why did you cheat on me, huh? Why?" I said, stepping closer to her, we were now about a foot apart.

"I didn't cheat on you!" she exclaimed, obviously frustrated.

"Than explain this morning!" I said, taking a step closer. We were inches apart now. I was staring down at her with a look of hurt. She stared right back up at me, tears forming at the corner of her eyes. I continued, "Tell me why you didn't want me to go to your appointment! And why-"

"BECAUSE I'M PREGNANT!" she screamed, then she collapsed on the floor, crying.

I just stood there and stared ahead of me for a second. Did she just say what I thought she just said? She's... pregnant?

It finally occurred to me that my wife was on the floor crying, and all because her terrible husband (me) was an idiot. I sat down next to her and pulled her onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her and squeezing her in a tight hug.

When she finally looked up at me, there was a stray tear running its way down her cheek. I brushed it away with my thumb.

"I'm sorry that I am such an idiot." I said finally. That got a laugh from her.

"No, It was partly my fault, too." she said.

"Yeah, it was." I said sarcastically. She whacked my shoulder. I pulled her back into an embrace.

After a few more moments of silence, she said, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For being pregnant."

"What?" I asked confused. "Why are you sorry for being pregnant?"

"Because we have only been married a month and this might not be what you want and..." I stopped her by pressing my lips against hers.

When we broke apart, I whispered in her ear, "This is what I want."

"Really?" She asked with a sniffle.

"Really." And with that I kissed the most wonderful, beautiful, lovable girl in the world... again.

Sorry if you thought that sucked. I know I thought it did. But despite it's suckiness, now that Zia has a bun in the oven, (LOL, love that saying) I am gonna need some ideas for baby names. So... REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! And maybe I'll choose your name choice! Sayonara till next time! - magicalunicorn000