Sam's moaning gave away and her head moves back and forth.
"What happened?" She rubbed her forehead.
"You blew out your anger against Vlad and most of us tried to get you to calm down."
Her eyes fluttered and recalled what happened few minutes ago. She snapped her head away to avoid contact and that didn't really bother me.
"We're alone, Sam. As much as this pains me, you don't approve the fact I'm dating a rich guy and he's known to be an enemy. Come on and spit it out now."
Something in her voice muttered quietly and my ears could almost pick it up. My teeth gritted and my breathing through to calm myself down with her.
"He doesn't want you to worry about him and he's controlling you, Danny. He's only happy when he got a way to control you. I don't like it and how can you be so happy with him?" Her shoulders gave out.
"I am happy, Sam. Hell, he doesn't have any control over me. I gotten control over him, you know? I can say no to kiss, what to cook for him, and say what's on my mind. I'm still me, Sam. I know what he has done in the past, but it's all over. Do you realize for a fact that we're going to be alone for hundreds of years? There won't be anyone we can trust easily and I need, want, trust, care, love, and feel him. I bet that's the same thing he sees in me as well." I bent down to her level, "He's saving me the trouble to go through for the next ten or twenty years of my life. He's training me and he doesn't ask anything in return. Vlad lets me tell you guys so I wouldn't get hooked up into my own guilt about this. The last thing I ever need is you make him feel worst about himself when he's with me. If he breaks up with me because of you, I wouldn't be myself for a long time and it would seriously hurt." All of my words meant something to her, hoping she would have a heart somewhere in her.
Sam pulled something out from her skirt's pocket and eyed on it for a minute. Whatever goes on her mind must be something going on and I'm trying to ease things up for all of us. If Vlad ever tries to break up with me, my life would be a total mess and being me. That wouldn't exactly be an easy challenge.
"Then, why is he still here being Lavada?"
"I don't know, but I like it when I'm with him all the time. I don't know much about my powers and Vlad knows more about his through years of experience. He's probably making sure my power doesn't get out of hand or something." I quivered.
Sam gawked, "What if he…"
"Sam! If he tries to cross the line, I'll take care of myself. Vlad used to be evil, but after seeing the real Vlad makes me realize he has a heart. Yes, he is still a fruit loop and that he's still rich. So what? I am in love with him for who is he!" I groaned.
I wasn't sure if I should stay being a Phantom, Sam could easily mix up her emotions, and the chances she could leave a brutal mark with Fenton side. Sam continued to rub her forehead more than usual.
"I was going to say, what if he decides to get himself pregnant by seducing you?" That was an uncanny question.
Sam's question startled me and how bizarre to hear something like that. I gazed onto the idea and couldn't get it through my head.
"…Sam, seriously. How!"
She shrugged, "If Vlad can change into a girl literally. There are chances you can get Lavada pregnant. What if that's Vlad's plan?"
"Sam, seriously, I won't even let him push the kissing limit. Why in the world do I want Vlad to be pregnant with my kid right now?"
Ugh! This is so weird to even discuss about and hell, must she be cruel? Vlad could be having my baby? No, it doesn't seem to click or even make sense. The only thing would make sense is the fact I am not interested in having children of my own. At this kind of time, we wouldn't be able to have our own time alone and heck, one of us would want more kids. Nope, I do not see it in this century at all.
"He always wanted a Fenton kid," She whispered.
"Uh, yeah, he used to want me as his son. Now, he wants me as his lover."
She refused to listen, "No! He really wants a kid." She buried her face into her palms.
"Sam, then how the hell am I going to explain to my parents? That Vlad Masters is having my baby and it's because he seduced me in his girl form? Oh, yeah, by the way I'm half ghost and so is he. That's how it is possible for us." I mocked at the idea.
What's with Sam? Am I missing something here?
"No, I mean…last night, I forced Tucker to get into any kind of data through Vlad's lab computers. We came across to his dairy and read what he wrote about you. He wrote how…how, he felt about you for months and his possible plans. His plans to have a child by you out of love. He started to write your name and his name in several fonts. He stated how much he is moved by you, how his heart fluttered for you, and that he wants to marriage you. All his sacrifices and everything," She wept, "He wants you happier than you could ever be that he'd do anything to have your Fenton son or daughter."
All of those words creeps me out. With Sam, there was a small way to tell she was lying and that was her hands. Her hands demonstrate her actual emotion and the way they were today, buried in tears of horrid. I flew back up in the sky and stared at her like a freak she was.
"No, he-he wouldn't make me give in that easily!" My head shook, I wanted to escape…from her and her words.
"Danny! Please, I am telling you the truth! Tucker saw it and he wants to forget because for whatever reasons he has. Come on, open your eyes! Vlad is only interested in having a Fenton baby! Not you!"
My eyes snapped shut, "No, Sam. He loves me for who I am and how important I am to him. If he wants my baby, he will have to wait."
Sam screamed for my name several times, my power allowed me to race through the air, and headed over to the apartment. I kept myself hidden in the bedroom Vlad gave me, burying the confessing words of Sam's, and gulping down to how much it all hurts me. I transformed back to being a Fenton and grope myself together. There, in the corner and everything so dark. I couldn't bare myself to let it all go through my head. How could she say those rights to my own face? She smacked me so roughly and I wanted it all to end. I gotten away from Sam before anything could become worse or make mistake that might end filled with regrets.
With everything in my room, it's distracting me to think about my childhood life. When I gotten fanatic about flying, how I gave mom and dad an idea to build something to get around places, and Jazz refused to believe anything those times. I never thought all of it came to reality and that my chance of being an astronaut is very little. I gulped down back to the day when I walked into the ghost portal because Sam thought I should give it a try. Who knew I'd become half ghost or a hero. It was always because of Sam for every little thing.
My mind turned into a ping pong battle. Constantly switching back to what Sam has said to me and what she has done to me in the past. It's hard to ignore any of it and that I'm at the top of the roller coaster ride. I wanted off of the emotional part and get it over with. Isn't there a time I could have my own space for a change? To get my brain stop scattering around and finally get things straighten out? Will I ever get the chance to do it? I'm alone and no one is even near me. If Vlad tried to get close to me, I would be able to feel his extreme warm body nearby me. He has a personal diary? Or would he prefer I call it his journal? Gah! Someone help me!
My head ducked down between my knees to prevent any headache attacking me. Whenever Sam's saying is repeating to what she told me today. My brain wanted to tease me and put most emphasis on Vlad's baby or my baby. It irked me more than Ghost Box would interfere than the rest. The questions are fiddling around to find answers to fill me up as whole. I tried to imagine ways of my lover being pregnant, seeing him wanting it, begging me, and insisting we should. None of that phase through me and didn't click. There had to be a reason somewhere down the line and figuring out the possibilities. I wanted to see it for myself, but would Vlad get mad at me for violating his personal things? What would he plan on doing to me if I betrayed him like that? I wanted to feel the need to escape and there isn't anywhere to go, no one to talk to, and hell, it's damn confusing.
Clockwork seems okay about us dating each other. He didn't feel the need to warn me, why should I worry? Then again, Clockwork doesn't like to give me much knowledge otherwise it'd be overloading for me to handle somehow. Can't I know something else at least? Man, I need someone to talk to and Jazz isn't exactly in the position to understand what I am going through. I get Vlad pregnant equals insanity to this planet. It's way too weird and uncanny of Vlad to even want that! Why in the world does he write that? None of it made any sense!
My mind imagine it thousands of ways and somehow, I lost into those thoughts. Sleeping into it made me jerk to stay awake. I barely kept track of time and the growling stomach kept fighting me to eat. How long have I been staying here for? Has anyone thought the time to look for me? Is the time just making it seem slower than ever? My hands clenched onto my clothes and rocked myself for the long time. Damn it! I'm only sixteen years old! Why must I go through this right now? Let alone the fact Vlad can't make me, I'm too young, and having a child or a baby right now would be wrong. How the hell do the other teenagers do it? Where does their action take them? Their responsibilities? Or even survive a normal life? Oh, wait…I don't have a normal life. Neither does Vlad or Dani. Great, Dani doesn't have a clue about anything and she's all alone lately!
A clicking sound appeared and immediately, I turned invisible. My breathing was soft that barely anyone should hear it. Footsteps started to travel through the house and getting closer to my bedroom's door. A soft knock started to make me jump and forced myself to be paralyzed the entire time. Another knock which gotten harder and I refused to respond.
"Daniel?" The doorknob turned and his head peaked in, "Daniel?" He looked around.
Vlad entered into the room and sighed at his miserable. He shook his head to see that I wasn't in his sight.
"I know you are here, Daniel. Whatever Sam said, I'm sure it's nothing."
Then, it dawned on me with the fact his ring creation can track me down. I forgot about that. Although, answering him back didn't really get through me and felt like being alone.
"Whatever is your issue, I want you to know that I am here to talk. I will check on you in an hour and you haven't eaten much with lunch. I will bring food for you, little badger." He waited.
His patience didn't go off as easily. From my experience, I knew where his patience can stand and cannot stand. No words exited from my mouth and let Vlad wait among me. Could he really want me to love him physically? Or by emotionally? It seems so silly to think of it that way and how Sam could not easily lie like I can. It took about two years to lie to my own friends and my sister. Mom and dad believed anything to my lies and settled into my routine somehow. It's like they are cats where they get used to your routine little by little and then next thing you know, they react differently to something newer. Vlad knew well to not bother waiting for me and he took his time to leave the room.
Beyond the door, "Is he in his room?" A female voice has spoken.
"He can't remove his ring, Jasmine, he is there. I can feel his cold shiver."
"Did he say anything?"
There weren't any words through Vlad. I assumed he shook his head and Jazz sighed to disappointment.
"I wondered what Sam said to him that caused him to be so down. It's not like him to take things so emotionally." Yeah, that's my nosy sister.
"Jasmine, I never seen him so down before. Whatever Sam said is probably nothing too serious and he should know I will never leave him or ignore him. He means way too much to me."
Whatever happened since he finished, their footstep took them away, and I could barely hear them from any other distance. I went back to being visible and kept myself together. His words were good to hear and Jazz is being her typical self. To figure out from their conversation, Sam barely said a single word to what we talked about and that my friends aren't with them at the moment. My hands brush the wet cheeks of mine and replaying my thoughts. I guess Vlad had to be reasonable with my friends by not taking out on his anger. Hasn't Sam even noticed that at all?
Vlad's last word from behind the door repeated millions of times in my head. Could he means as a lover or someone to get through to have a kid? Nothing made any sense and even confessing what happened may be a twist. Is everything all a lie? The only truth is what Clockwork has told me? I tried to push it all onto another side, let it be forgotten, and somehow, it's buried deep in my mind. Deep in my thoughts, it's haunting me and not letting me move on. Those words, proof, emotions, and everything kept messing me up worse than ever. Speechless as ever, I tried to get words through my mouth without needing to speak, "Vlad is pregnant with my baby"? I tried so many times and it never clicked. I tried it another way, "Lavada is pregnant with my baby"? Nope, it is still wrong to me.
It's scaring me to face the reality. It would make sense why Vlad want those kisses, to lure me, and somehow become Lavada. I'd be the one getting him pregnant without waking up my brain. I hugged myself tighter and whimpered. No, he wouldn't make me! I have said no to him and he listened. He spent his time well and he didn't push his button with me. He isn't interested in kissing me before, he wanted me, and that's it.
Footsteps returned, another knocking came on the door, and I flickered to invisible. The air has a newer scent entering and my stomach snatched a growl at me. To my mind, refusing to eat right now wouldn't make it right.
"Daniel, I bought food for you." He stood there.
Nothing is coming out of my mouth, nope. He started to peek in and realizes I haven't gotten over it whatever he thinks is wrong with me now. His hands carried over the plate to the desk and set it down.
"I made you Italian chicken pasta, it's delicious." His eyes stared at the ground to the fact it's awkward to not even have the ability to see your own boyfriend!
I could smell the food and it's good smelling. Slowly gulping down to the fact I am starving and Vlad is making sure I was eating at least. I knew I couldn't hide forever and finally gave in. In his eyes, he flickered over to where I was located and smiled. I could barely move myself. He smiled and came over to me with the plate of food he mentioned. He sat next to me and offered the plate. I held it and damn, my stomach wanted it.
"Eat, Daniel. I can practically hear your stomach growling at you. I don't want you to talk right now." Vlad cared.
My cruel and painful stomach agreed to what Vlad said. My mouth chewed on this food and it felt like a twist to the pasta! Dang! It is delicious and couldn't get enough of it! With more and more food coming into me, the growling finally ended, and felt much warmer. Or is it because Vlad is next to me and that his core is known to be fire? Well, whatever, it tastes damn fine! His chuckle sets me off for a reason.
"I made plenty of the food, you know?" Vlad hinted.
I shook my head, "No, it's enough. Thanks." Damn, I'm such a downer.
Vlad's smile certainly lights up the mood and my eyes lowered down. He lifted my chin to make sure I got a good luck.
"I gave you time and space since Sam told us you disappeared after the fight. I don't know what the fight was about, but don't shut me out Daniel."
I set the plate down when looking at him, his warm arms wrapped around me, and his smile never changed. My mind forcing me to speak and my other side felt refusing to discuss it. I simply melted into his arms and rested my head on his chest.
"I'm confused…" I whispered, so shook up.
His hand rubs on my arm, "I'm here for you, Daniel, always."
"…I know," I couldn't get my voice to speak up more, "…Sam told me something about you want my baby?"
I could practically feel his goose bumps rise up like crazy and now, I wanted to get out of his arms. He held me down well and hell, I can't escape either.
"Where in the world did find that?" Shocked to even discover through my own mouth.
I shrugged slightly, "Something about having Tucker looking into your data and that they read your diary about how much I mean to you and how you'd do anything to have a baby?" Well, my voice started to come back to normal. However, it didn't really perk up that high.
He laughed, "They found that diary? Oh, Daniel, that's my dream diary."
I moved back a bit to gain some space and he's laughing?
"Why the hell did you write it out?" I glared at him deeply.
This must be his amusement, "Daniel, I write them because it was rather interesting. Have you been thinking about I am after you for your baby?" He couldn't hold in the laughter when asking me the question.
I rolled my eyes at him. Really? All this time, it was a dream diary! Seriously, it's so messed up! Ugh, I have been out of my mind.
"…hey, the way Sam says things and how she lies. They weren't lying, but it would have been easier if you mentioned it's a dream diary." I haven't let him off the hook yet.
He nodded and brushes off his tears, "And you didn't ask for my side of the story of it? Psh, that is just a dream. I had that dream about two months ago and I needed a way to let it off my chest." His hand fanned off.
"Remind me to have a pillow fight at Sam."
"Don't you mean, with Sam?"
I shook my head, "No."
"…good luck with that."
"He, oh, I will make sure. She isn't half ghost anyway."
"So, what has been on your mind when Sam said that to you?" One of his eyebrows rise to his curiosity.
I giggled and felt so embarrassed to the fact how I have been today.
"Well…I kept thinking how the hell you'd get pregnant, even if you got me to seduce you in your Lavada form. It just didn't seem to click to me at all and hell, I tried hundreds of waves to imagine you being pregnant and to come to think of it…I'm not even ready to be a father either!" I wanted to yank my hair out.
"Well," He let loose some chuckles, "I don't think I'd be into doing that. Not after that silly dreams, Danny. Let's just say…I'm not ready myself either."
This started to feel much better to the fact Vlad is going through the same thing. We are way too young and damn, that must be heck of a dream he had. Never in my life would I see anyone who writes them down.
"Now, it's your turn to explain. Why the hell do you write them? You realize Tucker can hack into your computer files."
He agreed, "Well, like I said. To get them off my chest and I needed to figure out my feelings. That wasn't the only dream I had, Daniel. I was having dreams more than usual and sometimes, when I fall asleep with the computer. My hands type out the play of my dream and once I wake up, I find myself that I actually dreamt them. It's odd, but everyone has something an unusual in their sleep."
A creek sound made us turned our head towards the door and we saw Jazz lingering onto the door. She looked embarrassed to see she is caught and entered in slowly.
"I started to hear you guys talking when I came out of the bedroom."
Vlad gestured her to come in, "We're talking about the diary dream I have and that Sam…"
"She tried to convince me that Vlad wanted my baby." I interrupted.
Jazz twinkled, "Wow. That's…something." She joined us.
We agreed with Jazz on that and Vlad laughed it off.
"Now, we are talking about why we do strange things in our sleep." He hinted.
Jazz chuckled, "Yes, which I believe personally."
I froze up, "You do? Then, tell me what do you is the strange thing you do in your sleep?"
"I always sleep with classical music and it puts me to sleep instantly." She acted so proud to do it.
"That would make sense." My finger tapped a few times on my lips.
They beamed at me and I had no clue why they are up to now.
"Come on, we know what Vlad does in his sleep and what I do in my sleep. What about you, Danny?" Jazz did not waste her time.
Stunned to hear that question and I thought about it.
"I guess I can sleep through anything but my ghost scent."
Their eyes gawked me, what? It wasn't enough to confess? I barely keep track of myself let alone being a half ghost.
"Anything else?" Vlad moved his head leans in.
"Nope."
"I guess I will find out in the future."
Jazz huffed, "Great, I'm now curious. Can't you guys sleep together?"
Vlad's smirk really finds an approval and I hurried out of his arms.
"Uh no!" My head shook furiously.
With the look on her face, she looked like she met a monster or a ghost crazed up.
"Um, did I miss something?"
"Yes, when someone says sleep together means he will try to get my virginity!" My hands rested on my hips.
Hell, I am not ready to do it and I'm still young! Why did Jazz have to give an idea? Vlad buried his face into his palms.
His chortled really set things off, "Do I have to propose to make it happen?"
Jazz squealed like she does whenever she watches a romantic movie at home and that made me paralyzed to hear that question. I was able to see his face, he wasn't kidding, and damn, we only started dating for two days! Gee, it's only three days since Vlad caught me off guard with everything! First, meeting Lavada and then, the ring got plopped on and discovered I'm somewhat immortal. He helped himself up and came over to me. He reaches out to my hand and slowly removes the ring. The ring started to loosen up and felt so much at ease. He puts it away in his pocket and pulled something else instead.
"Will you, Daniel Fenton, marry me?" His eyes glistened and his sweet smile moved me.
He revealed something in his hand and it was a thick gold ring with embroidery of lightning and in the middle had a gemstone of my birthstone, which is turquoise. It was a ring and he's proposing? Jazz's weeping made things to loosen up and this is unexpected.
"Are you nuts?"
His head shook, "No, I'm simply crazy to love you, Daniel."
I stared at the ring he proposed me with and sighed imperfectly.
"Then, yes."
He planted a good kiss on me and spins me around in his arms, "I love you, Daniel!"
I practically melted into his arms, "Hehe, yeah, I love you too."
"Oh, my gosh! This is so cute!" Jazz squealed.
My eyes rolled, "Great, one problem…"
"What?" They both announced, gee, they sound much like my friends.
"Well, Sam may not like it. That's not the problem, our parents! How are we going to explain this to them? There's no way I'm telling them on their birthday and Fourth of July isn't a good way to tell them. Thanksgiving would be a perfect timing for them?"
That was my main point of everything. Hell, I know my own parents to believe that I am marrying their best friend. Could confessing the secrets be worth it and let them take the time to settle down? They don't have a clue where I am living now and it's great to have more privacy. If they ask, Vlad might have to rearrange a place or bride someone to let us borrow their place for a day. For whatever happens, I'm going to see it all through and somehow survive.