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Chapter Ten

Finn Mellark's POV

*Two Weeks Later*

"Finn, it's time to wake up," I hear the sweet, melodic voice of my girlfriend, Summer, say to me. I can tell that the sun is streaming into our little bungalow and I screw my eyes tighter, not ready to greet the day just yet.

"Finn, you need to get up," Summer repeats. This time, I feel her gentle lips press a kiss to my bare chest. The corners of my mouth turn up into a smile. I grope out blindly for her and then pull her body to mine.

"Finn, seriously, you're going to make us late for training," Summer says, a hint of a giggle in her voice. I keep my eyes and then blindly flip us over, so I am hovering above Summer. Finally, I open my eyes and am met with her gorgeous turquoise orbs.

"Finn, we really need to get going," Summer tells me. It's obvious she's trying to deter me from what I am thinking we should do. I lean my head down just far enough to gently brush my lips against hers.

"Good morning," I say with a smile after our kiss. I jump out of bed, pulling on a pair of shorts that were lying on the floor. I move into the kitchen, which is just a short walk from our bedroom. There isn't a whole lot of room in our little bungalow, but it's right on the water and Summer and I barely ever spend anytime inside anyway.

Summer and I eat a quick breakfast of toast and pineapple slices before getting ready to go to training. Five days of the week we spend in the gym training hard for coming up meets and, ultimately, the Olympic games. Summer and I usually spend the other two days leisurely swimming or sometimes even surfing. As long as we can do it together, we're good.

Once we're at the gym, Coach Scott, who has been training us both since our first Olympics, tells us to do weight training first. So, Summer and I take turns bench pressing, squatting, and doing free weights. Having good arm muscle is important in swimming. It helps you in propelling yourself forward.

After doing all of our weight lifting, coach sends us off to do a five mile run on the beach. I don't enjoy running that much and I absolutely loath running on sand, but I do enjoy getting to be so close to the ocean. There's just something about the ocean that make me feel energized and powerful.

After our run, Summer and I get to break for forty-five minutes for lunch and to just sit down and rest. We eat lunch together in the cafeteria of the gym, neither of us really wanting to go back out into the humidity that is outside. I love living in District Four, but it's usually humid any time of year. I'm not used to it being eighty degrees and humid at the end of November.

"Do you think he'll actually let us get in the water now?" Summer asks as we finish our lunch. It's always a big joke between us because we spend more time doing other things than we do swimming most of the time.

"Well, we'll have to wait an hour for our food to digest before we can get in the water. We wouldn't want to risk cramping, now would we?" I reply with a smirk. And, as we figured, coach decides to go over swimming strategies and exactly what we're both doing wrong. Really, we're so good at this that anyone else wouldn't see any flaws, but coach has to have something to correct us on.

Finally, after coach talks at us for what seems like five hours, Summer and I get to go into the water. We do a couple of warm up laps together and then coach has us compete against each other in every event, regardless if we'll be performing them or not. As we swim, coach constantly yells at us and tells us what we're doing wrong. I'm sure most people think he's a mean coach, but I know that he does care about us. He just wants us to do as well as he knows we can.

So, for the next four hours, Summer and I swim as hard as we can. Coach is always telling us that we should be able to win at these events with our eyes closed. So, we do them so many times I'll probably be doing them in my coffin. It's just preparing us for what is sure to be the toughest Olympics yet. He's just building champions.

Lilac Mellark's POV

"I'll see you tonight," Ash tells me before giving me a quick kiss and then heading out the door. This morning, he has a recording session for the newest song he's written. Ash always writes the most amazing songs, especially his love songs. Most of the songs I perform are written by him. He's a musical genius.

After Ash has left, I go through our small apartment, doing some quick cleaning. I don't really like cleaning, but I know that Ash is kind of a neat-freak. So, I do my best to keep our apartment in order. Once I have finished cleaning up, I decide to check out the calendar. Ash and I keep all of our appointments and other things written on the calendar so that we can keep on top of everything.

As I am looking over the calendar, I notice something peculiar. Today is November 30th. I haven't gotten my period yet this month and it usually comes around the 15th. I'm over two weeks later. Oh . . . crap! I quickly throw on some presentable clothes and grab my purse. I run down the block to a corner drugstore and purchase and early pregnancy test Of course, the cashier just had to give me a look.

Back at home, I read the instructions and then take the test. The five minutes it takes the test to analyze my results is completely agonizing. I can't be pregnant! Ash and I are always careful. This doesn't make any sense!

We're not ready to have a baby! We're not even married or engaged! Who knows if we'll even stay together forever?! I mean, don't get me wrong, I love him more than anything in the world but . . . but a baby?

I don't even know if I'm ready myself. I'm not like Ivy. I don't have everything figured out yet. I never even thought about having kids! Ash and I aren't even married! You're not supposed to have kids until you're married!

Oh . . . what is dad going to think when I tell him I'm pregnant? Surely, he'll kill Ash. Ash will be dead before he even knows what hit him. I can't tell my parents I'm pregnant out of wedlock . . . I just . . . I just can't!

Finally, the timer I set goes off. I pick the test up but, before looking at the results, I look at myself in the mirror. My blonde hair is disheveled. My grey eyes are wide in worry and shock. I am wearing a baggy sweatshirt. One of Ash's I think. My chest is rising and falling quickly. I squeeze my eyes shut. I take one more ragged breath before looking down at the test. Two pinks lines; I, Lilac Mellark, am pregnant.

DUN DUN DUN! Well, did anyone see that one coming? Huh? Did ya? Did ya? Did ya!? I'm hoping you weren't! I like surprising you guys! :D Anyhow, thanks so much for reading! Please leave me a review! :D