Author's Note: Sorry for the bit of a delay in update! Hurricane Sandy knocked out both me and my co-author's power on and off for a few days. I also apologize for this chapter being so short, but…! Well, I'll just let you read on ;)

-Cole-

For the third time this week, I rolled over to feel a cold spot where a warm Isabel usually lay.

Grunting, I roused myself to my feet and planted them on the carpeted ground – spreading my toes a bit as I leaned back. Biting back a high-pitched whine as my joints shuffled in their sockets, I decided that was enough dilly-dallying and made my way into the hallway to investigate the mysterious, suspicious disappearance of my girlfriend.

Most of the doors upstairs were open. Sam's bedroom door was open a crack – I could see the shape of someone lying under the covers from the doorway. A mop of black hair. Sam. In Sam's room. Who would've thought? Hah.

The other rooms of the former Pack members had their doors open usually just for air circulation – the windows were cracked and the sheets were stale.

The only door that was closed was the door into the bathroom. And, judging from the space of light, somebody was in there.

Isabel?

Shuffling toward the door, I leaned against its frame and pressed my ear to the door as quietly as I could as to not rock it and alert whoever was in there that I was listening in.

"It's alright."

It took me a moment, but I eventually recognized the voice as Grace's. Soft and comforting and a little groggy. What caught me off guard, mostly, was the sound that followed. I've thrown up quite a few times in my life – and never have I heard someone throw up that violently.

Well, except that one time…

I paused as another voice caught my attention: Isabel's.

After waiting impatiently for a few moments, I finally backed up a pace and rapped my knuckles against the door. "Isabel? You okay?"

Frowning, I cleared my voice after speaking. Morning sleep-voice never sounded all that manly.

"I'm fine, Cole." Came her response, and I heard some shuffling and bumps on the other side of the door. "Go back to bed, I'll be out in a few."

Sighing, I slumped my shoulders and leaned back against the opposite wall – listening to the muffled sound of Isabel and Grace's conversation and the on and off running of the sink before the toilet flushed. Heartbeats later, Grace exited the bathroom first – offering me a sheepish, almost guilty smile.

"Yanno', if you two are having lesbian experiences, I'm not mad. I just 'wanna watch."

Grace snorted and bumped shoulders with me as she passed, returning to Sam's room. Turning my head, I watched Isabel awkwardly shut the bathroom door behind her and sigh, turning to face me.

"What's going on with you?" I murmured, licking my chapped lips as I followed her from the hallway and into my room again – observing as she sat on the edge of the bed, eyes focused on the floor.

"We need to talk." Was all she said, voice low.

"You bet your ass we need to talk." I grumbled in return, almost bitter-sounding as I stood before her, head tilted.

"I… I don't know how to word this gently, so I guess I should… guess I should just come out and say it." She swallowed, fiddling with the hem of her nightshirt.

I waited, and waited a little more. It wasn't until just before I was going to open my mouth and say something that I heard her – her words soft and almost scared sounding. So unlike the Isabel I knew and loved.

"I'm pregnant."

Wait… what?!