I shook my head. "No. I refuse. You can. Not. Make. Me."
Maria fell dramatiaclly to her knees. "PLEASE Angikins? PLEASE?"
"NO! Why SHOULD I?"
A plae hand snaked its way around my waist. Xenophilius put one finger under my chin and forced me to look at him. "You should do it for love..."
I giggled. "Well...okay..." I turned to Maria and Ashley, glaring. "Fine! I'll do it!" When they both grinned, I sneered. "Not for YOU two though... for Angele. She deserves it."
Maria scoffed. "Whatever. As long as it gets done!"
Xenophilius took my fingers to his lips, kissing them lightly. "Until next time, my love. OH! And DO try to remember our"
I giggled. Again. Jesus, what was my problem?! "Okay..."
As soon as he rounded the corner, I spun on my heel, sticking out my hand. "Caugh it up. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it NOW."
Ashley's eyes widened slightly, and she reached into a brown bag at her side that I'd thought had been carrying their booze. She mummbled something about me not being nice and handed me a tall water-bottle. Without questioning them, I dropped in the hairs that she'd passed me along with the bottle, and chugged it.
Bringing Them Back Bringing Them Back Bringing Them Back Bringing Them
I ran into the bathroom of the Three Broomsticks for the tenth time that night to make sure, once again, that I was still Angele. After seeing that, yes, I was, I walked calmly back out, sitting down, the table bumping up slightly as my --Angele's-- pregnant belly hit it. I folded my now pink painted finger-nails and sighed.
Nyklus was sitting across from me, twisting a red lock of hair around his middle finger contemplativley. After a while, he huffed and looked at my stomach. What? Did he think that Angele had just gained a hole new stomach?! "What is it you wanted to tell me, Angele?"
I sighed once again. Better make this quick. "Nyk, I'm pregnant. You're the dad. Now, I don't want to hear your response now, so, next time you see me, act like you just knew because of my baby-bump and tell me how you want to deal. OK?" And with that I stood up, walking out. I could already feel my eyes getting weaker and my nose longer. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Nyklus pounding his head against the table.