How to Handle Your Fiance's Response

It felt like ages before Spikelout responded. I didn't take my eyes off him, trying to read his face.

Was he angry? Did he still love me? Was he going to call off the wedding? Why would he still want to be with me if it isn't his baby? I shook my head slightly, trying to get the questions to stop.

Spike took a deep breath and stared down at the rushing water at our feet.

"He got you pregnant?" was all he asked.

"Yes," I responded quietly.

"I'm going to kill him," he said. His voice had no emotion in it.

"Spike…" I said softly, reaching out to him.

"No!" He yelled, pulling away. He got up and put his boots back on.

"Spike, think about what you are doing!" I told him. I got down and put my boots on, having to run to keep up with his quick pace.

"I have thought about it. That monster forced himself on my fiance and now you are pregnant. He doesn't deserve to live!" he said angrily. His voice was hard and hit me like stones.

I continued to try to reason with him. We came out of the tree line and he continued his quick pace to the cell.

"Spike, don't! Spike!" I yelled. My mom walked over and stopped me.

"Shhh… It's okay. Let your father and Dagur handle this," she said softly.

I felt like I couldn't breathe. My vision was blurry with tears as I worriedly watched my father and Uncle Dagur step in front of Spike. They were trying to talk to him, but he wasn't listening. At least he wasn't walking towards the jail cell anymore.

"Spikelout, I understand you are angry, I am too!" My father said.

"But we can't let you kill him. There are ways to handle this that do not involve murder," Dagur explained.

Spike shook his head and pushed them aside.

"Spikelout, I am your chief! You need to stop!" my dad yelled.

I started hyperventilating. "Mom," I gasped out.

"Zeph, you need to slow your breathing, sweetheart. Think about the baby, honey," she said, trying to help me calm down.

I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe, I didn't know what to do. I had never seen Spikelout like this before and it scared me.

I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen and my hand quickly went to rest over it. I groaned loudly.

"Zephyr, what's wrong? Talk to me, baby," My mom said quickly. She placed her hand over mine.

The pain was continuous. It only made everything worse. I shut my eyes tight, hoping everything would just go away. Maybe it was all just a nightmare. Oh Thor, please let it all just be a nightmare!

"It hurts," I groaned louder.

My mom looked back at the men, concern written all over her face. My dad ran over to help my mom support me. My legs didn't want to work. Spikelout was pale.

I looked up at him, still in pain. I guess he forgot all about Eret Jr because he quickly walked over and scooped me up into his arms.

"Let's get her to Valka," my mom said. Mom and Dad walked ahead while Spikelout carried me. Nuffink had seen us and was running alongside us.

"What's going on?" He asked, concern filled his voice. Nobody answered him.

The pain was getting worse.

"It'll be okay, Zeph. It'll be okay," Spike repeated over and over. I wasn't sure if he was saying it for me or for himself or both.

It felt like it took years to get to grandma's infirmary. I tried to even out my breathing but every time I thought I was starting to be okay, another sharp pain would shoot through my body.

When we got to the infirmary my grandma met us outside. As soon as she saw me she pointed to a bed. Spike carried me over and gently put me down on the bed.

"Okay, you men need to leave," Valka said, pushing them out of the room.

"But," Spike protested, but the door shut in his face.

Mom came over and held my hand.

The pain was overwhelming now. I wished I would just pass out already. Then I wouldn't feel anything. I feel grandma's hand on my abdomen.

"What do you think, Valka?" mom asks. I knew she was trying to sound calm for me, but I could hear the worry.

"I don't know, Astrid. I'll check for bleeding. If she is bleeding, she'll probably lose the baby," Valka said solemnly.

The pain had grown more intense.

"You need to try to help her calm down. If she is stressed and worried she is more likely to miscarry right now," Valka said.

I heard my mom telling me to take deep breaths and try to relax. Valka was removing my pants and underwear. I shut my eyes and started taking deep breaths. Earlier today I didn't want this baby. I actually don't know if I do or not. But it didn't deserve to die like this. I put all my focus on trying to calm down. I couldn't lose this baby.

*Spike's Point of View*

It was all I could do to keep from breaking the door down.

"Spike, she'll be okay," the chief said. He didn't sound very convinced.

All of us were worried about her. I just couldn't stand hearing her in pain and not being able to do anything. I noticed that Chief Hiccup was sitting, bouncing his leg nervously. Nuffink was pacing near the back of the room. I couldn't just sit still so I started pacing by the door.

Soon I couldn't hear her anymore.

"It's awful quiet…" Nuffink muttered. Hiccup and I nodded in agreement.

I turned and went to sit next to my chief. He almost looked more nervous than I did.

We all looked up when we heard the squeak of the door hinges. Aunt Astrid walked out. She looked tired.

All three of us walked over to her.

"Is she okay?" I asked nervously.

I sighed in relief as Astrid nodded. "Zeph is okay," she said quietly.

"What about the baby?" Uncle Hiccup asked.

"Your mom says the baby is fine. But we have to really make sure she doesn't get too stressed out again. We got lucky this time. If Zephyr has another panic attack like that, Valka says we will lose the baby," Aunt Astrid explained.

"Can I go see her?" I asked.

"Let us get her dressed again. I'll get you when you guys can come in," Astrid said, smiling at all three of us.

When she went back into the room, Chief Hiccup turned around to me and Nuffink.

"So for the next six months or so our jobs are to make sure Zephyr stays relaxed and stress-free. We can't risk the life of that baby again," He said, more towards me.

I looked down at my feet. I knew I was the cause of this panic attack. I made a promise to myself right then and there that I would work on controlling my anger.

Right now, I was just relieved that my future wife was okay.