Sophie woked to having Havok wrapped his arms around her, as though he was protecting her. It was the best feeling in the world. She felt that no harm could come to her as long as he just kept his arms wrapped tight around her body. Havok sensed that Sophie was awake so he tilted his head a little to kiss the tip of her left ear. His kiss sent warm shocks throughout her body. Sophie smiled as she embraced that tingling feeling within her. She placed her right hand on Havok's arm.

"We should get up," Sophie suggested, her voice groggy. She didn't want her father to find them. . . together again and then have Logan flip out on them again like the closet fiasco.

"Nahhh. . . " Havok kissed her neck.

Sophie pushed him playfully away. "Alex," Sophie said seriously.

"Sophie?" Havok sounded like he had something important on his mind.

"Yes?" Sophie's heartbeat rose, she wasn't sure what he was about to say.

"I care about you. . . A lot," Havok said, sincerity in his voice.

"Same here," Sophie replied automatically.

It was true. She did care about Alexander Summers, but she did not love him completely, unconditionally. Havok was the first boyfriend she ever had. While on the run with a con artist, she never had the chance to settle down in her life. She had never stayed in one place for over three months before. She never had the chance to stay long enough to put roots down in the places she had lived. So there was never anyone in her romantic life. . . until now. This was all new for her. Though, she had to admit to herself that getting pregnant by her first boyfriend probably wasn't the smartest thing she had ever done. Sophie wondered to herself when, or if, she would love Havok. She may be in love with him, but that wasn't loving someone.

Sophie snapped herself out of her thoughts, unlatched herself from Havok's arms, and crawled out of her bed. She and Havok got dressed together, talking about anything but the subject of Sophie's pregnancy.

"Next time," Havok suggested. "We should take a shower."

"Agreed," Sophie said, grinning.

THREE WEEKS LATER. . .

Sophie was almost five minutes away from finishing her shift at the dollar store when she felt another wave of nausea slapped her insides. She made herself squash the nausea feeling down until after she finished her shift. Five minutes later, when her shift was finally over, she sprinted to the bathroom, found a stall, kneeled down before the toilet bowl, and threw up her dinner. After she was done throwing up, Sophie rinsed her mouth out with water from the sink. If they called it morining sickness, why the hell did she throw up during the morning and night?

She looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't a pretty sight. She had giant bags underneath her eyes due to the lack of sleep. Nights were impossible to sleep through. At least she had the next day off. She needed tomorrow for catching up on her schoolwork and, if possible, sleep. Sophie felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She didn't bother answering the call because she knew it was her father saying that he was here to pick her up. She grabbed her stuff and checked out for the night. She glanced at the clock before exiting the store, it was 10:22 P.M.

Sophie walked outside. She immediately saw Logan's, well Scott's, parked car in the lot. Sophie got into the car, remembering Logan joking about how he would pick up Sophie with Cyclops' motorcycle but with her being pregnant that was out of the question. To Sophie, Logan was hell-bent on keeping Sophie safe. On the days she worked Logan insisted on driving her back to the school even though her work was close by. He didn't even let Havok drive her home. Whenever Sophie went out on a rare occasion, Logan followed as though he was her Secret Service Agent.

Sophie knew why Logan was doing this, but it was just a little too much smothering. Logan had seen that Sophie could take care of herself fine during a fight. She mentioned about his smothering the other day and his reply was,

"That was before you were prego, Kid."

If he was this protective of her when she was only six weeks pregnant, she wondered what Logan would be like six months from now. Logan started up the car engine, saw that Sophie put her seatbelt on, and then started driving towards the school.

"How was work, Kid?" Logan asked when Sophie didn't start talking.

"It was. . . all right," Sophie mumbled. She had her face pressed up against the car window.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked, concerned.

Sophie sighed. "I'm just tired. . . I threw up again at work today. . . couple of time actually. . . " Sophie replied, her voice groggy with exhaustion.

"Maybe you should pull back on those hours, Sophie," Logan suggested.

"I need them, Logan."

Logan gave her a look that said: "Don't-argue-with-me-you-know-that-I'm-right-". "You need sleep."

"I'll sleep when I'm dead," Sophie said sarcastically, about to grin but stopped when she saw Logan's scowl.

"Not when my grandkid is still in there, you're not," Logan scowled.

"I was just joking. . . Jeez. . . ," Sophie switched back from the subject back to her work. "I only work four nights a week. Once this part is over, I'll be fine."

"You know what happens after this stage?"

"No," Sophie replied. And she didn't want to know. Not right now.

"You start gaining more weight. You get a bump. You get even more tired. Your boss will know you're pregnant."

Sophie stayed silent. This suprised Logan, he thought she would pounce on every word he said. He sneaked a glance at Sophie. He saw that she had passed out.

"At least she's sleeping," Logan thought.

Author's Note:

Well... I'm getting close to the end, just have to finish the ending. But before I start on the conclusion to "First Time" I want to hear some of your feedback please. Am I doing okay so far? Does it need anything? Is there somthing missing that could make this fanfic better?

Here's a hint on Sophie and Havok's baby(s)'s name: L.M.S. those are the initials ;)

Thanks for reading :)

-Norah Strike