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Sam POV

Jez was waiting by a coffee shop next to her bike when I drove into the parking lot. Neither of us are really much of huggers but we both ran to hug each other when I got out of the car.

After stepping back Jez looked me over in my black leggings and sweatshirt. It was actually Dylan's sweatshirt and his smell barely lingered enough to make me feel better. The bump on my stomach seemed to have grown in the past week and it was somewhat visible under the clothes. I looked at her in her jeans a tank top and leather jacket. Her hair was still like a waterfall of lava.

"You look good with dark hair." She finally said even though her eyes were on my belly.

"Lets get coffee." I said and headed for the door.

After we ordered some pie and coffee we sat at a table in the corner away from all windows.

"How far are you again?" Jez sounded curious and kind of uncomfortable.

"Almost three months." I said focusing on my cup. "How come they let you leave? I didn't think they would let a... um you leave alone."

"Yeah they wouldn't." She laughed a little and her eyes flashed mischievously. "A few of us are on a mission to gather information here and I just kinda left the safe house actually." She laughed again and then her face got more serious. "I have been thinking and I think we could protect you both. All of us. You should come back." I tried to interrupt her but she held up a hand. "We all have soul mates for a reason, its because we need them for the apocalypse. Dylan needs you. Both of you."

She had a point. One that I had been thinking about in the back of my mind. Soul mates practically needed each other to be functional. Being separated made it impossible to focus.

"I know. But I don't want to distract him. In the big battle he can't be worried about us." I nodded to my stomach. "I-" She cut me off again with her hand.

"Every day without you Dylan becomes more... well there's really no word for it but what I'm trying to say is that without you, we will lose. We need all the wildpowers and their soul mates to win." She said it with such finality that I knew it was true. Or at least she thought it was.

"Okay. What should I do?" Jez obviously had thought this all through and had a plan.

"Thierry is here in town. We should go see him." I just nodded and looked down at my hand on my belly, hoping this wouldn't be a mistake.

Fifteen minutes later we were waking up the front steps of a normal looking house with white siding and green trim.

Before Jez could unlock the door with the key in her hand Morgead slammed open the door and darted out to hug her.

"I thought you were dead! Jezebel don't ever do that again I thought maybe you left me like Sam! How could you?" He looked almost ready to cry.

"I was gone for twenty minutes. And don't call me that!" She snapped back.

"It was actually twenty five! Oh shit." He was looking between me and Jez obviously trying decide what to ask first but Jez gabbed his hand and dragged him inside with me right behind them.

Inside the house looked just as normal except for all the vampires, witches, shapeshifters and vampire hunters.

"Morgead I told you she probably just got sick of your face and-" Ash stopped when he saw me.

Ash and Quinn were sitting on a huge couch and Ash kinda looked like a cat sprawled out. Rashel was sitting on the floor by Quinn and Keller sat with Galen on another couch near by. Thierry was sitting on a lazyboy and staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

"Oh shit." Quinn whispered.

"Your hair!" Hannah shrieked from where she stood in the doorway to another room.

"Thierry can we talk?" He closed his mouth and nodded to a door.

I followed him into the room hoping Jez would come but one look at Morgead checking her over for injuries told me I was on my own.

The door led to a dining room where Thierry sat in a chair and I sat across from him.

"If I come back, I need you to assure me protection."

"What do you mean?" He looked very confused.

"I left because I thought it wasn't safe to stay. But now I realize I need the protection of the group." I was twirling a strand of hair nervously with one hand and my other hand rested on my stomach.

"I'm still not sure what you mean." I gave up trying to explain and stood up pulling the sweatshirt up too. With only a tank top on it was obvious I was pregnant.

It took a minute but then he gasped. I nodded and sat back down.

"You... Well... We can keep you safe. Both of you. I... Um... Congratulations."

''I want to tell Dylan myself. When we go back."

"I understand. We will be done tomorrow and then we can head home. How far along are you?" He looked a little uncomfortable.

"Almost three months. The doctors say he or she is growing faster and stronger then most babies."

A gasp outside the door told me the others had been listening. Then someone whispered "Oh shit" again.