Yes yes yes. I know. It has been a long time. Once school started, writing slipped my mind. I'll try to write more. This chapter is a little slow and short, but I want to stay on the main topic of the story. Alex's pregnancy. So, enjoy!

Rain aggresively pounded against the window next to Nikita. She sat on the window seat silently staring out at the blurred street. She hadn't done much since she had killed Amanda, and she had barely ate.

The rest of the group was deeply worried about her, especially Alex and Michael. Everyone had tried to convince Nikita to eat, but each time she pushed it away. Eventually, Michael was finally fed up and decided he would make her eat something once and for all.

"Okay Nikita. It's been 4 days, and you've had barely anything to eat." He said as he walked over to her carrying a plate of food. Nikita turned her head slightly, but didn't make eye contact.

"Michael I don't want it." She argued. He pushed her legs over and sat next to her.

"I don't care. You are going to eat." Michael ordered. Nikita looked at him, the dark circles under her eyes were more noticeable. Her exhausted and deeply sad face was very strong, and Michael couldn't help but sigh and set down the food. Michael stood up to leave, but Nikita grabbed his arm.

"Stay with me." She said, barely above a whisper. Michael looked down at her and flashed her a gently smile. He didn't say anything as he sat back down next to her and leaned in to kiss her. They pressed their foreheads together and closed their eyes.

"I always will." He finally answered.

The rain eventually stopped, and Nikita forced herself to get up and move. It was late now, and everyone else had gone to sleep. Michael had tried to convince her to go to bed with him, but he didn't push her when she refused.
She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. She took out a water bottle and took a sip. From around the corner, she heard a noise and spun around. Alex stood in the dark, but Nikita could see her face.

"I thought I heard you." Alex said, flipping on the light. Nikita closed the fridge and leaned back against the counter. "Feeling better?"

Nikita blinked a few times, trying to get used to the light. She pushed away from the counter and walked over to the table to sit down.

"I guess." She muttered. Alex followed and sat down across from Nikita.

"Nikita, you have to stop doing this to yourself! We've been trying to stop Amanda for years!" She cried. Nikita raised her head and stared at Alex. It was usually Nikita who spoke like this to her.

"Do you remember what I told you?" Nikita answered. "When Semok was killed?"

Alex thought for a minute before slowly replying,

"Revenge never turns out the way you thought it would." Nikita nodded.

"And it's still right. It never does. But you're right Alex. We have been trying to stop Amanda for years. And whenever we came close, I would stop and think about when the time came. When Amanda was finally in my hands and I had complete control." She paused. Alex watched Nikita with sad eyes. "Before I shot her, she pulled out her own gun. Aimed it at you and Michael. I didn't even know I had pulled the trigger until I saw her fall to the ground. She whispered my name before she died. I'll never be able to get that out of my head."

Alex dropped her eyes to the table. She traced the lines in the wood with her finger, trying to think of something to say. Finally, Nikita let the conversation drop and changed the subject.

"How have you been doing?" She asked, referring to the pregnancy. Alex looked up, forgetting momentarily about the baby.

"Oh, um, I'm fine. The past few days have been good, but we'll see how quickly that changes in the next few weeks."

Nikita smiled, getting one from Alex back. It was the first time she had smiled in days. But Alex's smiled faded quickly, and Nikita became worried.

"What's wrong?" She asked. Alex stopped tracing the lines and closed her hand into a fist.

"All this talk about, well, Amanda. Got me thinking. Remember when I had that dream, that I killed the baby?"

Nikita raised her eyebrows.

"Yes?"

"Amanda said something. In the dream. She said that I make up the story, even though she puts the idea in my head."

Nikita pressed her lips together, cringing at the thought of Amanda's mind games.

"I killed the baby. What if, what if I wanted too?"

Nikita shook her head quickly, and tried to stop Alex but she continued.

"Deep down, maybe I don't want it!" Her voice began to shake, followed by forming tears that brightened her blue eyes.

"Alex, no. Don't think like that. We both know you aren't that person." Nikita reassured her. Her friend sighed, and wiped her eyes. Nikita still sensed doubt in Alex, so she stood up and pulled up Alex from her seat.

"Hey, come here." She said and wrapped her arms around her.

The sun rose early the next morning, the light peeking from behind the clouds. It came in directly on Alex's face, causing her to turn over on her side. She moaned in annoyance. The birds outside started singing, seeming to get louder and louder to Alex. She swung her arm over to grab her alarm clock and brought it in front of her face. It was 9 a.m, so she forced herself to get up. Placing her clock down and throwing off the sheets, Alex stood up onto the floor. She brushed her hair out of her face and yawned. Alex rubbed her sleepy eyes and made her way to the kitchen.

Everyone was already there, including Nikita. She was the first to greet Alex.

"Morning." She said. Alex ignored her and sat at the island. She dropped her head into her arms and closed her eyes.
"Morning." She muttered. Birkhoff laughed.

"Want something to eat?" He asked her. Alex raised her arm and flicked her wrist at him, telling him it was okay. She stood up and decided to get her own food. She opened the fridge and searched for her regular yogurt and cup of fruit. When she couldn't find it, she shut the fridge and spun around.

"Did someone eat my breakfast? I had stuff in there for me!" She exclaimed. Michael raised his eyebrows, and turned to Birkhoff.

"Hey, don't look at me!" He quickly said defending himself. Ryan coughed.

"Sorry Alex. I didn't know."

Alex let out a large sigh and stomped out of the kitchen. The group remainded silent, until Michael said,

"Well. I think we know what's starting. Mood swings." Everyone nodded in agreement, and prepared their own meals.