Riley Jameson stared at the plus sign reading out from the item in her hand. It wasn't possible!

She and James had been careful, always. Always! So how had this happened? Riley tried to think, figure out what happened, but her mind was clouded enough already. She knew he hadn't forgotten a condom. Had he? She couldn't think straight, let alone rationally at the moment.

'What if he doesn't want it? Then what? Do I give it up for adoption? Or…or….' She couldn't bring herself to ever consider abortion, it was wrong, it was….murder. Sighing dejectedly to herself, her hand lowered to her stomach. As she felt for the firm spot she'd found earlier in the week, she began to tear up, biting her lip and whispering reassurances to whoever had made its home within her.

'It's alright. I won't let anything happen to you. We'll get through this. With or without your father…'

But in the end, as Riley stood looking at herself in the mirror, faintly noticing a small (was she imagining it?) bump between her hips, she couldn't be sure. Would James take responsibility for his actions?

Later that day:

Riley was sitting on the couch, watching old reruns on the health channel. As the end credits for Birth Day rolled, she couldn't help but grimace at her situation. She had to tell James somehow, preferably sooner than later.

"Baby, I'm home!" called James' voice from the kitchen. She heard him set down the duffle bag that contained all his hockey gear, as well as the folders of lyrics and music the band had been working on.

"I'm…I'm in here," Riley called, voice shaky. Why wasn't her voice working? James walked into the room, chocolate brown hair slightly windblown and his hazel eyes showing mild concern.

"Riley," he started slowly, sitting down beside her, "What's wrong? You're not as cheery as you normally are. Come on, let me see a smile," he coaxed, grinning himself as if to entice her. She just looked at him and turned away, averting his eyes. James' hand was on her shoulder now, gently trying to turn her toward him.

"Riley…" he tried again, leaning in to brush his lips against the side of her neck. Riley shivered. It was moments like these, when James kissed her with such gentleness, such a…beauty, which made her regret giving him what she had.

"James, leave me alone." Her own words took her back a bit; she'd never said anything like that to him before. He sensed it as well, cocking his head in confusion.

"What's gotten into you, huh? You're never like this…is it that time? I can go grab some ramen and the meds if you need me to," he offered, the grin breaking into an almost sympathetic sneer.

"No, I'm…I'm just not feeling real well. Something I ate must not be agreeing with me," she countered, hoping it would make him stop badgering her. But then James wrapped an arm around her, absentmindedly resting his hand on her stomach. Her stomach, where…it…lived. The motion made Riley almost break into tears for the third time that day, but instead she bit her lip and clenched her fists. James noticed almost immediately, nuzzling her and continuing to ask what was wrong. Finally Riley couldn't take it.

Sitting up and turning to look into his eyes, she bit her lip and tried not to cry.

"James…uh, sweetie…it's…uhm…it's about us." James raised an eyebrow, but let her continue.

"I…I…wasn't feeling real well, and stuff hasn't been tasting right lately. Jamesy..." Riley whined. He smiled before brushing her long, dark red hair out of her face, kissing her lips softly.
"You're not feeling real well, are you babygirl?" he asked, nuzzling her and laughing gently.
"Yeah...I'm really tired, and just out of it. How long has it been since the honeymoon?" James grinned, "Babe, we haven't had our honeymoon yet...the wedding isn't for another year." She giggled, leaning back to rest her head on his shoulder, "That's right. I thought we were married already seeing how we've already had sex and all but...still, how long has it been since that night?" she asked. He thought for a minute, his lips gently caressing her neck before replying, "Eh...4 months. 5?"

"Oohh...that's why I'm not feelin' so well." James smiles, turning toward her to kiss her, but when she yelped and pulled away, James grabbed her arm.
"Babe let me go..."
"Why?" he questioned, kissing her again.
"I'm gonna be sick!" she yelled diving for the bathroom.."

"Riley, honey, you probably just caught the flu," he soothed from outside the door as she was throwing up.

"N-No!" Her icy reply came so fast James did a double-take and then looked toward the door once more; just to be sure she'd really said it.

"Well, then, Riley, what's wrong?" he asked, as she exited bathroom, leaning in to kiss her forehead as she rested against the door jam. A strangled sob escaped her lips as he did this, and the next thing he knew, Riley was leaning against him, crying, trying to keep calm.

"James…" she takes a shaky breath and exhales, still sobbing, "James…James…I-I'm…James, I'm pregnant….pl-please d-don't b-be ma-mad! I can g-go in t-tomorrow and get it t-taken c-care of if y-you w-want…" she added, still sobbing.

"Ri, how could I be mad? It's my fault." he deadpanned; cause the ghost of a smile to flit across her face. As she tries to walk, he sweeps her into his arms and carries her back to their bedroom.
"And as far as taking care of it goes, you didn't even ask if I wanted it." He retorted, smirking. If Riley hadn't been sitting already, she probably would've fainted. James had just implied wanting it. Wanting their baby, that hadn't exactly been planned. As his smirk turns to a sweet grin as she smiles at the realization of what he's said, he asks, "How sure are you? D-Did you take a test?"

"James, these mood swings, this vomit and this weird craving for a crack head's blood isn't enough?" She exclaims.
"Well, n-no..."

"Look at my belly, James! Look at it!" she lifts up her burgundy V-neck t-shirt that she borrowed from him. Her once slim belly now has a medium sized bump, protruding her pale and fragile skin.

"Holy shit. You are." he exclaims, whispering. He takes his hand and rubs her belly up and down, feeling how smooth her skin really is. James smiles, making Riley smile weakly.

"We're having a baby." he declares, still in shock.
"Yep."

"We're having a baby!" he picks her up and twirls her, cheering and whooping. He puts her down and kisses her, but pulls away, his face crumbling in disgust.

"Oh babe, I love you, but please wash your mouth." She smacks his arm and laughs, walking back to the bathroom. James picks up his cell and calls Drake.

(Drake's POV)
"Hey Drake?" It's James, something must've happened with Riley.

"What is it? How is Riley?"

"Great. Well...we're gonna be parents. It worked. She's pregnant." Drake was quiet for a moment.

"Well, try to keep her bloodlusts under control. Her strength will wane, and the symptoms will be identical to human pregnancies, I'd guess."

"Like what?"

"Cravings, vomiting, mood swings..." James sighs, "Psh, already happened." James looks in the mirror over his dresser and gasps dramatically at the sight, taking out his comb to piece his hair back together.

"What's her craving?"

"It's -" he hears a thud in the bathroom.

"I'm so fat, holy shit!" yells Riley, sobbing.

"I can hear the mood swings." jokes Drake.

"Yeah," chuckles James, "Well her craving is...a crack head's blood."

"Uh.." groans Drake. "That's uh, unique. Just try to supply her with all the blood she craves. Be careful, alright?"

"Yeah, I will be."

"Congrats again, James."

"Thanks. Talk to you later, Drake." he hangs up, and James looks over at Riley, who just exited the bathroom.

"H-hey babe." he stutters.

"How you doin'?"

"I feel like shit." This causes James to raise an eyebrow but then he remembers her mood swings.

"Why, babe?" Riley glares at him. Oops. Rhetorical question.

"I have a fucking demon in my stomach. I swear, if you don't have that crack head's blood..."

"Wait, wait! I'll be right back!" he yells, running out the door. He hears Riley mumble some threats and growl. He smirks and sighs, almost laughing at his lover's current state.