~Chapter: 5~Bookstore~Distracted~

I drove back to Nick's house, returning the car. (I'm not that much of a thief.) I thought about …well, my extremely screwed up life… And how I was gonna work this out. I mean, I didn't know the first thing about being pregnant…and like raising a baby…

So…how was I going to swing this?

Should I start researching or something?

I could always read up on it, right?

Should I go get some books on it?

Seriously, even though the library at the Gallagher Academy had hundreds of books like The Disabling of Nuclear Weapons: Advantages and Disadvantages, I highly doubted they'd have something along the lines of: How to Be a Pregnant/Spy/Gallagher Girl and Keep Composure Especially at the Age of Seventeen! (but that was just a guess)

So even though I was less than a minute and half (one minute and 24 seconds to be exact) away from Nick's house, I made a u-turn (not legally of course) and headed to the nearest book store.

Hopefully, I could find something there.

When I got inside (after much search and debating, if I might add), I finally found the right section.

I grabbed a few different ones and walked up to the register.

The lady who rang me up probably could have been Professor Buckingham's long lost cousin, so when she gave me that questionable look of why a seventeen-year-old girl like me would be purchasing pregnancy books, I just smiled and told her all about how I was taking a health class at our local hospital and I was just so excited and wanted to read ahead and purchase the books before hand while she gabbed about how "wonderful" it was that our "youth" was getting involved in "society" and maybe she would have her "wonderful" granddaughter take the class with me…

I just smiled, nodded, paid, and left.

I finally pulled into Nick's driveway, and hopped through his window again.

I took a seat on the couch while he finished up with something on the computer.

"Took you long enough," he said as I handed him the keys.

"Yeah….well, I had things to do," I responded.

"So whatcha got there?" he asked, pointing to the Barnes and Noble bag in my hand.

"Yeah, sure. Let me see."

"Fine," I said, handing him the bag.

"Wow…okay…..Pregnancy for Beginners? …How to Raise Your Baby?...Breast Feeding Through the Ages?...really, Macey? You do realize you are 17, right?"

"Yes…"

"So what are you gonna do?"

"Well…I can't tell my parents. So I'm going back tomorrow—back to school—and I guess I'll just stay away until I have her… "

"Her? Who's her?"

"Oh…um…she's a girl," I said, smiling.

"Great. Because one sarcastic, black-haired, blue-eyed girl isn't enough…now there'll be two super pissed off spy-girls going around murdering people! Can. Not. Wait."

"Haha…" I laughed. "Wait…" Did he say spy-girls? "…how do you know that?"

"Know what?" he asked.

"You said spy-girls."

"Oh…well…the thing is Mace….I go to Blackthorne. For Boys."

"No way! Why didn't you tell me, you jerk!" I screamed as I started beating him with a pillow. "Ugh! I can't believe you!" He laughed as I sat on top of him, pillow in hands, glaring daggers.

"Is there anything else you'd like to tell me, Blackthorne Boy?" I said, narrowing my eyes and lifting an eyebrow. He just winked, and pulled me down for the kiss. "Why didn't you do the exchange with Gallagher?" I asked, sad that he didn't tell me. Sad that we could have spent all that time together… (hey…pregnancy=emotional!)

"They thought I was already behind enough, 'cause I started the same year you did, hahah." He laughed, "and they didn't want me to get distracted," he finished as he tightened his arms around me.

"Hmm….distracted," I murmured as my tongue ringed the inside of his mouth.

"Being an assassin's tough work," he moaned back. And after we finished swapping spit, he asked, "So are you gonna raise her alone?"

"Probably."

He paused to think. "Marry me."

Yes or no? I'm still unsure! ;)