Here it is, the last chapter. But never fear, for I shall be typing up the second story in just a few minutes! Put me on author alert if you haven't already, so that you'll know when I post the new fic. Or…I can just put a little author's note after this chapter when the next fic is posted…yeah, I think I'll do that…

Chapter 11 (the last one)

Isabel (yes, I've done three chapters in a row with Isabel's POV. But it works best for the content, you'll see.)

Everybody stares at us, then Mom breaks the silence. "Let's all have some cake!" We all cheer in agreement, and Jimmy goes inside to get the cake from the freezer.

Now, if this were to happen two years ago, when I got my gift of sight, I'd have been blinded by the candles. Don't ask me how, but Jimmy managed to get 18 candles onto the surface of the ice-cream cake without it melting. He brings it out to a chorus of "Happy Birthday", and I see that there's a picture of all the Named on the cake, with Dillon doing bunny ears behind Ethan's head.

I laugh at the picture. "When did you take this?" I ask through my giggles.

"This morning while Matt and I were out," Jimmy replies.

I cut the cake and give everybody a piece. We all sit at the table; me at the head, Arkarian on my left, Rochelle on my right. Beside Arkarian is Matt, then Neriah, then Dillon. Beside Rochelle is Ethan, then Shaun, then Jimmy, and Mom sits at the other end of the table. Rochelle leans over to me while everyone else is talking, and whispers, "Are you really sure it's a good idea to eat cake?"

I groan softly. "Why have you taken it upon yourself to be my personal advisor all of the sudden?"

She grins. "Because there's always the chance that the baby won't like ice-cream cake, and then you'll be forced to tell everyone. I don't think that's exactly the ideal way for them to find out…"

She has a point, but I'm not about to let her win. "Well, if it happens, it happens. There's nothing I'm going to do about it." And with that, I take a bite of cake.

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."

As it turns out, Rochelle was right. I guess the baby doesn't like ice-cream cake. Luckily for me, the bathroom is very close to the back door, so I'm able to make it before anything bad happens. I come out again to find Mom standing there, worrying like always.

"Are you alright? Do you have a fever? Did we get you the wrong cake?"

I put a hand on her shoulder. "Mom, I'm fine," I lie. "Just…nervous, that's all." Yeah, right.

I know that Mom can tell I'm lying, but she lets me go anyways. As she's turning away, Rochelle runs up to me. "Isabel, everybody's worried! You can't keep this up forever."

"I know, I know." I take a deep breath. "You have to help me tell them, though."

She agrees, and we walk outside again. Everybody looks at us expectantly. "Isabel has something she'd like to tell you," she announces. To me, she whispers, "You can do this."

I prepare myself to run back inside after I say the words. I take a deep breath, and let it out. "I'm…kinda…sorta…pregnant." And with that, I run inside to my room. Once there, I flop down on my bed, and feel the tears start flowing. I hear someone come in the room and sit up, trying to stem the flow of tears, with no luck.

Speaking of luck, it happens to be Arkarian who walks in. He sits down beside me without saying anything, and before I know what's happening, I'm sobbing in his arms.

"How…" he whispers softly, "How far along are you?"

I gaze into his violet eyes and see nothing but warmth and love. "Two months," I say breathlessly.

He takes in a short breath. I guess he wasn't expecting that. "So there's only seven left to go."

I nod. "You…you're not mad?"

He looks at me with a confused expression on his face. "Mad? Why should I be? Nervous, yes, but not mad. I'm also a little confused as to why you didn't tell me when you first found out."

I laugh a little. "I guess I was scared."

"Hey, don't worry. I'm sure we'll make great parents."

"That's exactly what Rochelle said when she found out yesterday." I hug him. "I love you, Arkarian."

"And I you," he replies. "So…are you able to tell if it's a boy or a girl yet?"

I put a hand carefully on my stomach and grin. "I love my sixth sense sometimes."

"What's the verdict?"

"…Her name will be Ophelia."

He lays backwards on my bed and I do the same. "Ophelia…it has a sort of ring to it, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it does." I roll onto my side to face Arkarian. "You know, we still have to discuss wedding plans."

He laughs and rolls over to face me. "How about two weeks from now?"

"Two weeks? Are you sure that's enough time?"

He thinks about it for a moment before saying, "I have a feeling we'll manage. After all, we'll have 8 other people helping us."

I laugh, leaning my head on his shoulder. "Thanks for being so understanding," I say softly.

He kisses me, then says, "Come on. Let's go back to your party now."

All in all, not too bad a birthday.

End…for now…

Well? What did you think? I know, there was a lot of drama, but that's my specialty. I promise you that the next one will be better…especially the end…of course, I still hate one of the parts…Any way, it'll be called The Deception, and as soon as I post the first chapter, I'll put an author's note after this to tell you all. Thanks for reviewing! I love you all!