A/N: I know, I know… I'm a little bit late for this chapter, again. But, it's that time of year again. Everything's really hectic at school right now as I finish my sophomore year, so it may be a little harder for me to get chapters out. But, just for about twenty five more days. And for those of you who read The Foster, I have the summer program again in June, so it'll be bad that month too. But I promise to do my best! Plus, my town just hosted an annual festival that brought in around 150,000 people a day, for three days. Maybe you've heard of it- Hillbilly Days? Yeah, the name is kinda misleading, but there's great food and games and crafts, so if you can look over the name and the amount of people packed in on Main Street, it's awesome.

-Okay, there's a time skip in this chapter- three months. As I've said before, I know this isn't the right way into World War I, but this is a fanfiction, so anything is possible. Just stick with me. This chapter may be a little emotional for some of you… It may not, who knows?

-All mistakes are mine!

*Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Twilight Saga! I do however own all the DVDs, but I don't think those amount to much.*

*All mistakes are mine as this is unedited.*

Chapter Twelve: Another Disaster (APOV)

Three Months Later (Alexa is six months pregnant)

I'd never believed that pregnant women were as miserable as they always said.

I'd never believed that it got worse throughout the pregnancy.

And, now, I'm even more convinced.

During the last trip to the doctor, I'd been informed that I should've been much, much, much more miserable than I already was- miserable wasn't even in my "pregnancy vocabulary," as Nathaniel liked to call it.

And it was true. Where most people should've gained six pounds by this time, I'd gained only three. Where most people had a noticeable bump, I didn't. Only the people who knew I was expecting noticed the bump.

Corinne and Catherine threw themselves into baby planning, until one thing popped up that they couldn't answer.

"Alexa?" Catherine said from the kitchen table as I made her, Corinne, and I some tea.

"Yes?"

"I have a question. And it's an important question… But it doesn't need an answer right away. Just before the baby's born." she said quickly.

I stopped stirring the tea, directly at her, and then looked back down. "What is it, Catherine?"

She took a deep breath. "The baby's nursery."

My eyes snapped up.

"You haven't picked a room for it yet." she continued slowly.

I sighed harshly and threw my head down. "I forgot."

"Yes, we… Kind of figured that. What do you want us to do?"

"Umm…"

Nathaniel decided that was the best time to walk in. "Hello, ladies." he came over to me and kissed my cheek before doing the same to Catherine and Corinne. When he turned back to face me, he noticed my expression, and his smile fell. "What's wrong?"

I shrugged it off. "It's nothing."

"Lexie, it's not 'nothing'. It's a hard decision." Catherine said sympathetically.

"What's a hard decision?" Nathaniel asked.

"I forgot to pick a room for the baby's nursery, that's all." I replied with a weak smile.

He sighed. "Lexa, you don't have to make the decision right this second. We still have a few more months."

"So the baby can just come home to no room? Have everything we've gotten for he or she just thrown around the house? I'm not okay with that!"

"Lexie, let's be honest with each other. When the baby is first born, he or she will never be out of our sight the first few months. They're not going to care about not having their own room the first few months of their life."

I sniffed as he finished and shook my head. "No. No, I'm not okay with that. We may not have much for this baby, but we have the room. Uh… Nathaniel and I will move into my parent's old room so we can set up the nursery in my room. We'll paint the walls, and fix it up to suit a baby of either sex. We'll, uh… We'll paint our new room, too. Is that good? Is- is that okay?" I asked everyone.

Everyone was frozen for a moment or two before Catherine spoke up. "Yes, that's-it's… It's fine."

I nodded and went back to making the tea.

"Looks like the mail just ran. I'm going to go get it really quickly." Nathaniel said later that day.

"Okay, darling. Are you expecting something?" I asked, turning the radio down.

"Yes… One of Father's clients was supposed to send me something to do with his case… Just some files. Nothing too important, but I want to look at them before the trial next week." he came over and kissed my cheek. I'll be right back."

"'Kay…" I watched as he walked out of the door. I fiddled with the radio again, trying to find another station, until Nathaniel came back into the room. He was pale, an open letter in his hand. The rest of the mail was still in his hand. "Nathaniel? Honey, what's wrong?"

He didn't say anything at first. Just stuck out the letter for me to read.

"What is this?" I asked, but received no reply. I started reading the letter aloud. "Dear Mr. Nathaniel Benton, as you may already know, our country is in war. During times of war, especially, with rising tensions in Germany, a Draft has been the only solution…-" My heart stopped. I looked up at Nathaniel, tears in my eyes. "No. No. That- this is- it's a mis-mistake. It can't be…"

"It is, though, Lexa…"

"But… But we're having a baby. They can't take you away from the baby, right? There's no- I mean, I can't… No. I can't lose you. I can't lose anybody else. No. No. I can't-"

"I am so sorry, Alexa."

"No. You can't act like that. You can't act like it's all over."

"It is all over, Lexa! I'm going to war. Name one person you know who's come back from war, alive." he tested me.

"It'll be different! It has to be!"

He scoffed. "Alexa-"

"No! I'm not going to sit around and believe that I am never going to see you again! That you're never going to meet this baby! I can't, Nathaniel! I can't believe that I'll have to add you to the list of people I've loved and lost the last two years! I'm not going to do that!"

"I'm not asking you to, Lexie…"

"Then what are you asking me to do, Nathaniel?" I demanded.

"Nothing. I'm not asking you to do anything. But you- I can't let you pretend that I'm coming back. It's not fair to you."

"But…"

"No buts, Alexa. We'll get through this the best we can. I promise."

A/N: I'd say that most of you already knew this was coming, and I know that some of you may not like it, but to get to where I want this story to get, it was necessary. So, sorry.

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Laters,

~Em