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chapter 4.

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I'm repeating these words continuously, silently, like a mantra. Because it just can't be. It just can't fucking be!

I check my watch for the hundredth time, it's been five minutes.

Time to prove it to yourself Izzy, it can't be.

I lean over the bathroom counter and scowl at the small pregnancy test stick and glaring right back at is the most horris, frightening sign I've ever seen.

I stumble backwards till I feel the toilet against the back of my legs and sit, luckily the seat was down.

It's positive.

...9 weeks later...

I can't hide it any longer. I've got to tell them ... I'm pregnant.

As I wait for Baillie to finish her shower, steam floats out of the bathroom, I sit down in the tiny kitchen we had in our small apartment. The apartment was big enough just for us, Baillie and Paul got their own room and I had my own.

Paul had told Baillie and me about Imprinting two weeks after Baillie Changed. Three seconds after that he told Baillie that he had Imprinted on her. I don't think I've ever seen Baillie happier than these past few months. I don't want to ruin everything by telling her that the love of her life knocked me up outside a bar!

I have to think about this though ... it may not be Paul's. If it is his then this would be the 12th week. I don't know a thing about being pregnant; it's never exactly been a big factor in my life.

I slowly lift up my baggy tee-shirt over my usually flat stomach and it's bigger. I don't know what to say, my usually flat belly ... isn't flat. It's not huge but ... I don't know.

Seeing my stomach all ... different ... made something weird happen in my brain. A small part way in the back was whispering the strangest things.

This small part was going over baby names, nursery decorations, tuition, etc. It rambled on and on incessantly about what the baby would look like, whether it would be more like me or more like Paul, how much Charlie would the baby have in it, will it be a girl or boy, what will it like, what will it hate, ... it was never ending and I don't know how to shut it off. A part of me doesn't want to though. It's nice having some sort of enthusiasm about this insane catastrophe!

I hear the water shut off and Baillie's footsteps as she walk from the shower to her bedroom to get dressed.

Don't have much time, better prepare yourself Izzy, I tell myself. I can't chicken outta this. I won't be able to hide under al these clothes forever. And I think they'll notice when the baby does come.

Baillie is humming to herself and the sound is incredibly calming. She's walking to the kitchen, it isn't a far walk in our tiny apartment. Entering she sees me.

"Hey Iz, Paul's not back yet?" She asked, looking around. Paul's been running every day, "forming a perimeter around us" as he puts it.

"Nah, it'll be a while I think." He only left maybe an hour ago, his patrolling usually last about 4-5 hours. The man is very protective of Baillie and I like to think that we've become friends.

Baillie's face instantly drops, she hates being away from him.

I've gotten used to how beautiful she's become, not that she wasn't pretty before.

"Izzy?" Baillie is suddenly staring at me, she turned around so fast I didn't see it, "Is something wrong?" Her violet eyes are worried. That's another thing about Baillie that I've noticed, she's become much more attuned to her surroundings and can pretty much always tell when something is bothering someone.

I open my mouth but close it again, my throat is dry I have to swallow but it still hurts.

I force myself not to meet Baillie's gaze because I know that once I do I'll just blurt out everything, another crazy thing we've found out about her if you look in her eyes and she asks you something it's impossible not to tell the truth.

This isn't something I want to blurt out though so I stare at the floor, keeping my face down. It's weird, it's like her eyes are magnets pulling my face up and trying to make my eyes meet hers but I work hard to not comply. I even have to squeeze my eyes shut.

"I'm pregnant." I whisper the words but I know she heard them.

Everything is quiet for what feels like an eternity.

And finally I have to look up, to check her reaction before my heart explodes from the suspense.

Baillie looks like a Greek statue of Aphrodite but right now she's scaring the shit outta me; her alarming violet eyes are shining brighter than I've ever seen them, a delicate pink is heating up her cheek bones, her lips are frozen in a grimace and her brow is furrowed. I try not to notice how her hard hands are balled up in tiny fists full of power.

It feels like another lifetime has passed by the time Baillie moves.

"Izzy ... are you absolutely sure?" I'm surprised by the amount of pain in her voice.

I nod jerkily. "I took five tests. Each one came back positive." I can only murmur the words around the rock in my throat.

"Does Paul know?"

"No, I wanted to tell you first." Tears spring to my eyes and before I can wipe them away they're streaming down my burning cheeks. "I'm so sorry." It's only a whisper.

The statue comes to life and kneels beside where I'm sitting, placing a controlled, gentle hand on my back and using the other hand to stroke my hair which has grown even longer.

"Izzy, I'm not mad at you. You had no idea that Paul would Imprint on me. I'm sorry you have to go through this. It isn't fair." I'm again surprissed by Baillie, does she realize how understanding she's being right now? Another reason why I think of Baillie as my sister.

I'm sorry for such a short chapter but I wanted to end it here so deal with it. Yeah, this is a lot of drama and more is to come. Please remember to review people, I wanna know what you all think about it! Please!