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From Author- Thank you KilalaInara for reviewing. I saw that this story got some hits and some favorites but, I'm hoping for some more in the future! Anyway, I won't talk long, I'll let you guys just read and enjoy!

I stared wide-eyed at the butler as the words left his mouth. Oliver has been attacked? By who? Who would do such a thing?

"Gustave, what happened?" Robert demanded. The butler took a cloth from his pocket and wiped off the sweat from his brow.

"I am not quite sure myself, but, I suggest you two go see him at once! He is recovering at Master Enrique's estate." He said, looking from Robert to me. I looked back at my husband with a worried expression. He looked at me and I could tell he was thinking the same thing:

Everything else can wait.

So, we headed back up the stairs and onto the tower where the helicopter was. Robert and I got back inside and headed straight for Italy. We landed quickly and barely had time for the servants to help us in anyway, because we dashed down the steps and searched for Oliver or Enrique.

We finally found Enrique coming out of a room nearby us. We ran over and he blinked at us for a moment but then, gave us this look, like he wasn't surprised to see us at all.

"Enrique, what happened?" I asked, panting slightly from all the running. Enrique sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Oliver was attacked by someone in his own house. His mansion is like, half destroyed! I had never seen such power before. I arrived at his house to surprise him but then, I heard all the explosions and stuff from the house and came to help. But, when I got there, the person was already gone. I don't know who it was but they sure had a grudge on Oliver. I mean, if I weren't there…." He trailed off, not wanting to think of it. I reached over and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"It's alright, Enrique, you did what you could." I said, smiling slightly at him. He gave me a small smile back as Robert patted him on the back. Then, Johnny appeared around the corner, looking just as worried as the rest of us.

"I came here as quick as I could. Is he alright?" He asked. Enrique quickly explained to him what he said to us and then, we all went inside to check up on Oliver. Enrique's personal doctor, who was looking over Oliver, approached us.

"He should be alright. He took quite a beating but, he's strong. He'll pull through." He said and when Enrique thanked him, he left the room with a small bow. We all approached Oliver's bed. He had an IV needle in him, a few heart monitors but, the doctor must've thought he was alright to remove the breathing mask because I didn't see one on him. Although, his body was covered in bandages and slight bruises here and there. I walked over and held his hand as he shifted and looked at us.

"Hey guys…" He whispered, his voice weak and hoarse. The boys all surrounded his bed as we stared down at him with sad looks on our faces.

"Who did this to you, Oliver?" Robert asked. Oliver coughed a little to clear his throat.

"I'm not quite sure. I was just sitting in my house, admiring some of the artwork and relaxing when suddenly, someone flew through my window and attacked me." He started to explain. We all looked at him a little wide-eyed but ushered him to continue.

"He claimed his name was Arthur and he used a bit beast I had never seen before. But, I recognized the creature. It was a demonic creature…a banshee." The French teen continued to explain. Now, we were all literally gaping at him.

"A banshee?" Enrique asked.

"You mean like, screeching evil woman type banshee?" Johnny asked. Oliver nodded.

"I seriously thought I was going to go deaf from those high pitched screams. But, when I battled him, something felt….different than any other beybattle I ever fought. I mean, yes, you could get hurt during a battle but this….this was different. It was almost like…I was in a real battle. Not a beybattle but an actual battle like between two knights or something." He explained and I patted his hand.

"Calm down, Oliver, we understand. But, how could that be possible? No bit beast possesses that kind of power to make the battles so real." I said. The others looked disturbed by this information but I knew they didn't have the answer to that question, it was rhetorical.

"I don't like this. Oliver, was there anyone that you might've angered? Someone who would've held a personal resentment towards you?" Robert asked, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Oliver stayed silent, like he was really thinking about it. Who would ever hurt a sweet, young man such as Oliver?

"No, I can't think of anyone." The green haired teen finally answered.

"What about against your parents?" Robert asked. Oliver shook his head.

"Well, could it just have been some crazy loon who tried to dethrone Oliver as France's beyblading champion?" Johnny suggested. Actually, I wouldn't be surprised at that. Some people can be really crazy about these certain things.

"That is a possibility but, would this person go to such lengths to actually harm Oliver?" Enrique pointed out. That, again, was another good point.

"Or, was this just some act of random violence against an aristocrat?" I said, bringing up another point. The others let that suggestion sink in but I could read their faces. They didn't know how to treat this. Should we be prepared in case we're attacked as well? Or, should we just treat this as some random thing?

"Alright well, for now, I say that we just move on and let Oliver heal." Robert said, finally. I gave Oliver's hand a small squeeze before getting up and walking over to my husband. He put his arm around me and rubbed my arm with his thumb.

"I agree. And, Oliver, you should also work on getting your mansion fixed." Johnny said. Oliver nodded.

"Definitely. But, for now, I'll just stay here, if that's alright with you, Enrique." He said, glancing up at the blonde who smiled at him.

"Of course it's alright, Oliver. You stay here as long as you like." Enrique said, patting his friend on the shoulder. Oliver smiled but then turned his attention to us.

"By the way, how was your honeymoon, guys?" He asked. Enrique grinned.

"Yes, Robert and Celina, how was your honeymoon?" He asked. Johnny rolled his eyes and whacked him upside the head.

"Keep your perverted comments to yourself, Enrique." He said, causing the rest of us to laugh and Enrique to glare at him. I giggled a little before answering.

"Well, it was wonderful, if you guys wanted to know. We had a great time." I leaned my head against Robert's chest. He smiled and held me tighter.

"Yes, and I'm looking forward to having more wonderful moments with my beautiful wife." He added, causing me to blush slightly. The three boys had different reactions to this:

"That's sweet, Robert." Oliver said.

"Heh, didn't know you were such a softie, Robert." Enrique grinned.

"Blah! Gag me!" Johnny said, making slight vomiting noises but, in reality, I knew he was happy for us. After that, we said our goodbyes and headed back to Germany. We were greeted by our parents who immediately pulled us in to tell us about our trip.

After a few hours, our parents finally let us get settled into our new room. It was really Robert's room but, his parents had it enlarged while we were gone so it was more suitable for the both of us. We got inside and unpacked our things, laughing and reminiscing about our wonderful honeymoon. Afterwards, we decided to get some sleep.

The next day, I woke up to the feeling like my stomach was doing backflips. I glanced at the clock and saw it was only six o'clock. I groaned. I hated when I woke up so early because half the time, I could never get back to sleep.

Ignoring the pain in my stomach, I turned to face Robert who was sleeping peacefully next to me. I smiled as I gazed at his handsome and serene face, watching as his chest went up and down slightly every time he took in a breath and let it out. I reached out and stroked his cheek, earning a content sigh from him.

I was about to plant a kiss on his nose when I suddenly felt another wave of nausea hit me. And, it was worse than the one that woke me. I groaned and clutched my stomach, trying to fight the pain. I clenched my eyes shut and bit my bottom lip, trying my hardest not to run to the bathroom.

"Celina?" Robert's voice made me open my eyes. When I did, he was looking at me with a slightly concerned expression. He laid a hand on my cheek.

"Celina, darling, what's wrong?" He asked, noting the obvious look of pain on my face. I gulped loudly and took in a shaky breath. I was going to tell him that I was alright, that there was nothing to worry about, but then, another wave hit and I couldn't hold it in this time.

I never ran as fast as I did to the bathroom as I ever did in my life. But, somehow, I managed to dash to the bathroom, pull up the toilet seat and lean my head over the bowl to vomit, all in about five seconds. I shook slightly as the disgusting feeling came over me while I continued to discard contents of my stomach into the bowl. A moment later, I felt Robert holding my hair and rubbing my back gently.

"Are you alright?" Robert asked me after fifteen minutes of vomiting. I sat back on my knees and took a few deep breaths to make sure that the nausea was truly gone. After a moment, I nodded, to out of breath at the moment to speak. I grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned my mouth and nose while Robert dabbed a cool, wet cloth on the back of my neck, forehead and face. He then helped me up and led me to the sick where I brushed my teeth and even my tongue to remove the bile taste from my mouth.

"Come, love, try to get some more sleep." Robert said, leading me back to the bedroom and laying me down. He pulled the blankets over us and wrapped an arm around me, careful not to put too much pressure on my stomach in case I would throw up again.

"But, I didn't eat anything bad so, why did I get sick?" I asked. Robert moved a few bangs away from my face.

"Perhaps you are still disturbed at the news of Oliver getting attacked. Perhaps it's making you anxious?" He suggested. I thought about it for a moment. It was kind of bothering me, this whole ordeal.

"Maybe. I guess I just need to calm myself down a little." I said. Robert pulled me closer so my face was in the crook of his neck.

"Let me help calm your mind, darling." He whispered, kissing my forehead. I smiled and sighed happily as I closed my eyes and took in his sweet, masculine scent before dozing off.

A few hours later, we woke up and did our normal routine. Robert let me shower first before he went in to shower as well. Then, after getting dressed, we headed down to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Gustave had our favorite tea ready like usual. I told him to cook me something light because I wasn't sure my stomach could take much this morning. He nodded in understanding and a few minutes later, he returned with eggs and toast for Robert and unbuttered toast and a cut up apple for me.

Once I was done with my breakfast, I sat quietly and drank my tea. Gustave began informing Robert about some more news on an upcoming European beyblading tournament while I just listened in. But, when I took another sip of my tea, a pain shot through my stomach, causing me to gasp and drop my tea cup, shattering it all over the floor. Gustave and Robert snapped their heads towards me at the sound as I clutched my stomach.

"Celina, are you alright?" Robert asked, reaching over and taking my free hand. Gustave began cleaning up the mess I had made on the floor while I took a couple of breaths to steady myself.

"My…stomach…" I whispered, groaning as another pain hit. I shot up from my seat and held my stomach tightly. Robert was at my side in an instant, holding me up and escorting me to the bathroom. As soon as I was there, I had a repeat of what happened this morning. When I was done, I felt myself getting weak and slightly dizzy.

"Robert…what's wrong with me?" I whispered, holding my head as I sat on the bathroom floor with him. He held me tightly and wiped my mouth with a cloth.

"I don't know, Celina, but, let's get you back to bed. I'll call for a doctor." He stated, helping me to my feet and leading me back up to the bedroom, ordering Gustave to get a doctor on the way. Robert helped me get changed into more comfortable clothes and tucked me in.

"I guess it isn't just the stress of what happened. Maybe you caught a bug." He said, holding my hand gently and squeezing it. I nodded for fear if I opened my mouth, I'd vomit again.

Soon, a doctor arrived and told Robert to step outside while he ran some tests on me. He checked my lungs, my eyes, mouth, everything to make sure all of that was doing fine. Then, he took a blood sample and said he would need to take this to the lab to analyze and figure out the cause of my sickness.

When he left, Robert stayed by my side the rest of the day. I threw up probably five more times that day, feeling disgusted at not only doing it but having Robert watch me do it. But, he kept me company and talked to me or read to me one of his books. It calmed me down and made me feel better really but I still had the nausea that turned my stomach.

"Master Robert, Mistress Celina, may I come in?" Gustave asked after knocking on our door twice. Robert looked up from the book he was reading me.

"Yes, Gustave, come in." He said and a second later, the butler entered, holding a phone to his chest.

"It's the doctor." He said, holding out the phone to me. Robert helped me sit up against the bedpost and I took the phone.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Ah, yes, Mrs. Jurgen? We have the test results." The doctor said. I looked at Robert a little nervously and he clutched my hand for comfort.

"Yes, and? What were the results?" I asked, fearing I had some type of rare disease or something.

"You are pregnant."

From Author- Aha, yes! I left you guys with another cliffhanger. I am just so evil, aren't I?

Anyway, so you guys got to see a little more of the upcoming plotline with a twist! Celina is pregnant! How will this affect everything? We shall see if you review and tell me what you think. Thank you!