Disclaimer: I still don't own anyone in the story.
A/N: Hey everyone!! Long time no see!!! I apologize for the lack of updates in both of my stories, but well, my summer vacation is quickly coming to an end and being lazy is one of the many things that I do well. Anyways, I have also been suffering from a slight case of writer's block, so we'll see how good this chapter turns out. Thanks a million to everyone who reviewed. I'd name all of you, but I don't think that most of the reviews from last chapter showed up. Now, without further ado, here is the 14th chapter of Heaven's a Lie.
At this point, I was laying on the bed, waiting for Amy to finish up with her shower so that I could take one. Another RAW had taken place tonight, and this RAW signified the three-week anniversary that Amy and I had been together. The thought still shocked me. Thankfully, this RAW was near one of my many houses, and I had taken Amy back there, instead of staying in a hotel for the night.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a very strange sound emanating from the bathroom. I sat up and looked at the bathroom door. I debated whether or not to get up and ask Amy if she was all right, and after about three seconds of quick thinking, I got up. I lightly knocked on the door.
"You okay in there?" I asked her. I didn't receive an answer, and the sound started up again. That's when I placed it.
She was throwing up.
"Amy? Are you okay?" I asked her a little louder. The sound continued for a few more seconds, and ceased. I heard a cough.
"Chris?" she asked weakly.
"Yes?"
"Do you have a shirt that I can borrow?" she asked, barely above a whisper. .
"Yes, let me get it." I said, and headed over to my bag. She opened the door as I was doing this. I grabbed a random shirt, and started back over to her. She reached for it, and I pulled it back from her. She sighed.
"Will you just give it to me?" she said.
"Why are you throwing up?" I asked her. She looked at me weakly.
"Do you honestly find me the bulimic type?" she asked, snatching the shirt from me, and slamming the door in my face again.
"Not really," I answered to the door. "I was just concerned about you."
"Well, thanks for the concer-" she cut herself off as another jag caught her. I opened the door slowly, and walked over to hold her hair back for her. When she reached a moment where she could speak again, she thanked me, and quickly changed shirts. I took her other shirt to the laundry chute and threw it down. I'd wash it while she was sleeping.
"Will you be okay if I take my shower really fast?" I asked her. She was sitting by the toilet at this point.
"Do I have to move?" she asked. I shrugged.
"Not if you don't want to." I said.
"Then I'll be fine." She said. I walked back out into the room and grabbed my clothes. I re-entered the bathroom, and walked over to the bathtub. I glanced back to see if Amy was watching, which she was not, and quickly stripped down. I hopped behind the shower curtain extremely quick, and started up the water. You would think that a five thousand year old vampire wouldn't give a shit who sees him naked, which is true-to a certain extent.
I couldn't have been in the shower for a minute before I heard Amy scream.
I ripped the curtain open, making sure to keep some areas of myself covered, and stared at her. She turned to me with wide eyes, and I could already tell that she was in shock from whatever she had screamed about. I turned the water off and quickly grabbed a towel and threw it around me. I knelt next to her.
"What is it? Why did you scream?" I asked her tenderly. She was trembling. I pulled her into an embrace. I rocked her back and forth slowly as she began to cry.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked her softly. For what seemed like the longest time, she didn't say anything, and I simply held her there, ignoring the cold chill that the room seemed to have taken on. After a few more moments like this, she finally raised her head to look at me.
"What is it?" I asked again. She stared into my eyes, as if searching for something. Finally she swallowed and spoke.
"What if………what if………what if my throwing up doesn't have to do with the flu?" she asked. I looked at her, not following what she was getting at.
"Are you saying you are bulimic?" I asked, uncertainly.
"No!" she hissed at me.
"Then what are you saying?" I asked her.
"What if I'm pregnant?!" she screamed. I felt my jaw drop. My mind seemed to go into shut down mode, and my whole body went numb.
"W-What?" I stammered.
"Oh God," she said, before throwing up again. I kept staring at her, with my jaw open like an idiot, which is about the same reaction I had when Adina told she that she was pregnant. She flushed the toilet and looked back over at me.
"If I'm pregnant, then that means that you're going to be the oldest father in history." She said, and smirked to the best of her ability. I was lost on the humor of the situation. I fully sat down at this point, instead of just kneeling on the tile floor. My head was beginning to hurt, and my vision began to swim. I could vaguely hear Amy asking if I was okay. If I could've answered, I would have, but I was being swallowed by memories of the past.
And the past can hurt like a bitch.