Ummm... Ok, I guess this is weird... This is my first fanfic, so I'm really excited! I hope you like it and love it and read it everyday... Thanks for reading this! If you opened the file, I hope you don't regret! Please review!

Disclaimer: I dun't own Soul Eater! I wish I would! .

Maka's POV

Three weeks. Three weeks living a nightmare. After leaving the hospital to go home, I couldn't go to the DWMA. Why? Because of this freaking sickness. More hungry. More dizziness. More tiredness. More throwing ups. What was wrong with me? The doctor said I was fine. But I wasn't.

I was on my bed, after one of those horrible throw ups, when someone knocked the door. It was Soul. I looked into his crimson eyes, those beautiful crimson eyes that I had knew since we had started to live together. I sighed, running a hand through my blonde hair. He looked at me with concerned. I giggled painfully.

"Since when the cool guy worries about someone like me?" I asked. He grinned, showing his shark teeth.

"I'm just concerned. You've been sick since..." his voice failed as he lowered his stare. I lowered it too. Since the 'accident' we never talked about it. We couldn't. It was just too sad to talk about it. I just smiled weakly.

"Yeah, but I'll be better now..." I commented.

"Maka, haven't you notice something?" he asked, his voice lowering as he watched me. Well, not precisely at my face, but at my...

"MAKA-CHOP!" I hit him with the big encyclopedia I found out of nowhere. He placed his hands in his head as a little bit of blood dripped through it.

"Itai... Why did you do that?!" he screeched.

"You were looking at my...!"

"Belly! At your belly! You have this bulge in your belly and you haven't noticed?" he said, rubbing his white hair. My eyes widened.

"My... Belly..." I then noticed something small, but hard in there, I touched it, and, after a few seconds, I ran to the bathroom. I watched myself in the mirror, staring at the little bulge I had in my belly. Soul came inside, just to see me on the floor, crying loudly. He knelt next to me and wiped my tears away, just like he used to do when we were younger and I was scared.

"Maybe it's not..." he whispered.

"We need Stein," I stated after thinking about it. We needed him. I needed him.

Yup! Too short, wasn't it! Thanks for reading!

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