Nora POV

**2 days later**

I can't believe I'm doing this. This shouldn't even be happening right now. This isn't possible. I pick up the First Response pregnancy test. Mood swings, dizziness, headaches, fatigue, and missed period. Too many coincidences. I paid for the test and headed straight for the bathroom. The one person unisex bathroom was dirty and had the smell of dirty diapers. This is gonna be the longest 10 minutes of my life. To pass the time, I call Vee.

One ring. Two…

"This has to be important because you'd never call me on my honeymoon just see how I'm doing."

"Vee, your woman's intuition is astounding."

"I know. Now spill."

I sigh. "I-I think I'm pregnant."

"NO!"

"I fainted at the airport, I missed my period by 2 weeks, my boobs are huge, and I have a never ending pounding in my head!"

"It-It shouldn't be possible."

"I know, I know. It's freaking me out, Vee. I don't want my child to end up like Marcie."

I hear her shutter on the other line. "God no. Nora, don't worry. You're probably not even pregnant."

As if the universe hated me, right at that moment as Vee said "You probably not even pregnant." The test results came up. Two red lines.

"Vee.."

"Yea babe?"

"I'm pregnant.."

After 20 minutes of crying, Vee had finally convinced me to leave the disgusting, dirty bathroom. Not because of the angry person yelling "I've got to take a shit, get outta there!", but because I needed to get my act together and tell Patch. I threw the test away and headed home, well to Patch's house that I made a permanent residency in. I pulled in the driveway. Patch's car wasn't here. Good. I can't face him yet. I couldn't kid myself. Patch isn't a family man. He may have pledged his love to me, but I don't think kids where in his vision of the future. This sucks; god I need someone to talk to. I wish Scott was here. Tears threatened my eyes. Great, here I go again; being all emotional. I hit my head on the steering wheel. Ughh…

I must have dozed off because I woke up to warm, protecting arms wrapped around me, carrying me wedding style. My body felt achy and tired; I didn't even try to move. Fatigue washed over me again and I fell asleep…

When I woke up I was laying on Patch's bed. The cool silk sheets were laying over me. I turned to look at the digital clock on the night stand, 7:34 p.m.

"What?!" Last time I checked it was noon! I slept this whole time. I still felt fatigued even after sleeping another 7 hours. I climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen. The smell of garlic bread and spaghetti sauce filled the air. I saw Patch at the stove stirring what looked like noodles. I leaned against the wall and watched his fine toned muscles work. His black v-neck and black jeans couldn't hide such defined, sexy muscles.

"How long are you just going to stare, Angel?"

His deep, sexy voice made me jump. He let out a deep chuckle. I strut over to him and wrap my arms around his waist from behind. My hands glide over his solid chest. He shutters in pleasure.

Angel, you're asking for it. He says in my head.

I smack his arm. Behave.

"Angel, you feeling alright?" He says, concern and love filling his voice. "You've been more tired than usual, plus the incident at the airport.."

Right. I fainted in the middle of a crowded cafeteria at the airport. Very Graceful, Nora. Nephilim can't get sick, so my list of excuses before I have to tell him I'm pregnant is running short. I had convinced him I fainted from not eating all day, not entirely true, but he let it go. Why can't I just tell him? It's not like he'll leave me alone.. Or will he?

"I-.." Just say it! I tell myself. I met his gaze. It's questioning and worried. A pit in my stomach forms. I can't just yet. "It's nothing."

"Angel.."

"I.. uh.. forgot to call Vee.." I grabbed my phone off the counter and sprinted out the door. I didn't have to call Vee, but I couldn't face Patch yet. If I lost Patch, it would break me. He's all I have, and our child is doomed to a short life. It would be a miracle if he or she lived to be 16-17.

The cool, pitch black night enveloped me as I ran out into the woods and never looked back.

Branches and Dry leaves crunched under my feet as I ran. I don't know how long I've been running; I didn't stop until I threw up. I practically suffocated from lack of air. I took gulps of air between throwing up. I leaned against a tree, holding my sides. I slowly slid down until I was sitting. Tears fell down my cheeks, my lip trembled in despair. I haven't cried since I thought I had lost Patch. Here I am again, close to losing Patch again. Losing him.. I'd never be the same.

To my left, I heard leaves crunch. I turned and called out, "P-Patch?" My voice choked from my tears. A single lone tear fell down my cheek. The wind blew, making an eerie noise. Great, I'm in a horror movie. More leaves crunched to my right. I quickly turned, but I couldn't see anything in the pitch black night. I slowly got up. My hands on the tree. I felt someone trying to push images in my mind, poking around.

I held my head in my hands, fighting the images, but whoever was in my mind was strong. I felt a pinch in my neck. I swing my arm to hit whoever was near. They moved away from my swing lightning fast. I scanned the woods. Nothing. My muscles started to feel weak and fatigued. The pinch. They must have gotten me with something. I broke out in a sprint. I had no clue where I was or where I was going. I just needed to move. I felt the wind whipping my hair in my face. I could hear my blood pumping in my ears.

One, Two…

I could feel the fatigue of my muscles get stronger. I pushed on. I stumbled, catching myself on a tree. I could feel my pulse slowing…

One… Two…

I pushed myself off the tree, breaking into a run. My arms grew achy and tired. I tried to push on. Patch being the only thought keeping me going. I stumbled on a branch. I couldn't catch myself. My cheek met the cold, dirty leaves. I pushed myself up, but my arms gave way and I fell back down. My vision blurred, going in and out. I saw two people, but they morphed to one. A girl dressed in black skinny jeans. Her tall, sleek stilettos clicked on the ground. She kneeled next to me; her long, straight, black hair brushing my face; cold, hazel eyes meeting mine. My vision went dark, but I could still hear her. A chilling laugh rang in my ears.

One…