Hello everyone! I know it has been a while since I last updated, but I have been working on my other stories a lot so I have not had much time for this one. But now I am back and all is well in the world. I will try and update at least once every week from now on. I am trying to get fan fiction on track. However, as soon as Crew and Basketball begin, I will probably have less time and may update less frequently, I won't quit however. I plan on finishing this story. So, let's see. Horus will do the disclaimer.

Horus: You can't make me do anything I don't want to do. I am a War God, after all.

Me: I think you are forgetting, dear war God, that I still have that old picture of you at New Year's 2011.

Horus: No! You mean the one with me…

Me: Yep.

Horus: magicalunicorn000 does not own the Kane Chronicles.

Me: Annnnndddd…

Horus: magicalunicorn000 is the coolest person on this planet.

Me: I am satisfied. On with the story!

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"What do you think of this one?" I asked Carter, picking up a cute little pink tutu from the rack.

"It's cute. But I don't want my son to wear a pink tutu. Ever."

"Your son? How do you know that it's not a girl?" I asked him.

"Fatherly intuition." Carter replied.

"Umm, well my motherly intuition tells me that I will be needing this pink tutu, and that or baby is going to be a girl." I stated triumphantly.

"Well how is motherly intuition any more veritable than fatherly intuition." Carter asked, stepping closer to me.

"Because." I said.

"Because why?"

"Because it's inside of me." I answered.

"Got me there." Carter said, putting one arm around my shoulder. "Then he continued, "Why don't we wait to buy clothes until we actually know if it's a boy or a girl?"

"Because you're the one who said that we should wait until he or she comes out and be surprised about the gender."

"Oh. Right." He murmured into my temple. I smiled. Carter placed one hand over my now extremely enlarged belly. I was six months pregnant now, so I was getting pretty fat.

Carter says I shouldn't call myself fat, but what else am I going to say? My stomach juts out a little more now? No. I say I am fat.

Carter kneeled on the ground in front of me, which probably looked rather awkward to the other store customers, and put one ear to my belly.

"Uh huh. Yes. Really? I'll tell her that." He was pretending to be having a conversation with the baby.

"What'd he say this time?" I asked, amused.

Carter pulled himself up off the ground and said, "He says that he is a boy and that we can go ahead and buy him lots of blue clothing right now."

"Is that so?" I teased. "Did he also tell you the winning number for the lottery, because I could use some extra cash."

"Let me ask him." Carter bent down again and talked to my stomach. "He says he can't disclose that information because it's unfair to people who don't have psychic babies."

"Makes sense." I told him. "Well, let's get out of here. We shouldn't but anything yet anyways."

"After you, my lady." Carter said, bowing to me.

"You mean ladies." I corrected, pointing to my stomach.

"Oh ho ho! You are clever, but not clever enough! I will never fall for your tricks!" Carter said in a mock tone of superiority.

"OK when we get home, remind me to check you into a mental asylum." I told him, leaving the store.

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That night, Zia an I lay in bed, watching Finding Nemo again, since Zia had fallen asleep the last time we were watching it.

"Hey Carter." She said.

"Oh no."

"What?"

"Please tell me it's not another craving." Ever since she had gotten pregnant, Zia had strange cravings at least once every week. I mean, thank the Gods I was a magician and could whip anything up out of thin air, because otherwise, my entire life would consist of trips to and from the grocery store

"You know what sounds really good?" She asked.

"What?" I sighed.

"Pumpkin Ice cream with marshmallows, rainbow sprinkles, chocolate chips, cookie dough, chocolate and caramel syrup, M and M's, mint chips, sour gummy worms, and whipped cream."

"…and whipped cream." I repeated as I was finishing writing everything down in what I liked to call my 'Cravings Notepad'. "Is that it?" I asked, getting out of bed. As soon as the words came out o my mouth, I regretted it.

"Umm, and pickles." Zia added.

"Pickles on the side." I added to my list.

"No no no, on the ice cream." She said.

"Pickles on ice cream? Zia that is disgusting!" I said.

"Don't blame me, blame baby." She said, rubbing her stomach.

"Alright, pickles on top of the ice cream." I changed my list.

"Ooh! And sardines!" Zia added. "And grapefruit! And Kiwi! Oh and those little animal crackers covered in frosting!"

"…covered in frosting. OK. Wait, did you say sardines?" I asked.

"Yeah."

I sighed. "Don't ask." I told myself. Then I went downstairs to make what I later named the 'baby sundae'. As I was adding the sardines and making a disgusted face, Sadie walked into the kitchen.

"Hey bro, what'cha doing?" Sadie asked.

"Making a sundae for Zia." I replied.

"Are those pickles? And sardines? Carter, that is disgusting."

"Tell that to Zia." I replied, laying the last of the little fishes onto the ice cream.

"Oh that's right! She's getting cravings?"

"Like a good kid gets presents on Christmas." I replied. She laughed.

"Well, I came down for something a little less strange. Just a glass of water."

"Oh. Well, Goodnight sis."

"Goodnight. Say hey to Z for me." She added.

"Will do." I shot back. I then attempted to make it all the way back upstairs without tripping and dropping the sundae. When I reentered the room, Zia was bawling her eyes out. I immediately put the sundae down on my bedside table and ran to her.

I pulled her close to me and asked, "Hey, what's wrong?"

In between sniffles and sobs, she replied, "It's… It's… j-just… s-s-so … beautiful!" she sobbed into my shoulder, I looked at the screen, it was at the part where Nemo is reunited with his dad and Dory. Another thing I should mention about pregnant women: they get extremely emotional. Something about an increased level of hormones.

"Yeah, I know babe." I grabbed the sundae from the bedside table and handed it to her. She immediately perked up and rubbed her eyes.

"Thanks." She said, and then dug into the sundae. I couldn't stop thinking about how slimy the sardines were. "Want some?" Zia asked, holding a spoonful of pumpkin, sardines, and M and Ms to me.

"You know what, sure. I will try some." I replied so as not to hurt her feelings. She fed me a spoonful and it was even worse than I ever could have imagined it to be. I had to run to the bathroom and spit it out in the sink, then gargle with mouthwash about ten times. When I came back out, Zia was crying again.

"What is it?" I asked again, comforting her.

"I'm eating NEMO'S FRIENDS!" She cried.

Pregnant woman, baffling scientists since 2000 BC.

So, what did you think. This is probably going to be the only pregnant Zia chapter, the next one will probably be either the birth, or getting to the hospital, or both. So, PLEASE REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! This has been magicalunicorn000. Signing off.