Sorry I haven't updated in a while-again. I've been busy with mother's day coming up and all…

Disclaimer: I own plot, and nothing else.

Fifteen minutes later, Simon and Mr. Bae were carrying Ryan's unconcious body into the back of his van. Derek decided to stay, considering every time he moved he grunted and winced. Simon and Mr. Bae were going to take Ryan deep in the woods where they were going to do their "dirty work." How they were going to do it, I wasn't sure-and I wasn't sure that I wanted too.

I took the icepack off my neck, and felt for the scar. It wasn't big, but it was very sore. I curled up on the couch with a blanket, trying to rest. But how could I rest when the Edison Group was still after us? They had waited and waited until we would let our guard down, and that's exactly what we had done. We were fools for thinking that we could ever lead a normal life.

I heard Derek swear loudly from the kitchen.

"You okay?" I yelled. He swore again, and walked into the living room, wincing with each step. He was covering the middle of his left arm with his hand, and when he uncovered it, I gasped.

It was still bleeding, a million tiny purple bruieses scattered around the bloody area. On top of that, the arm seemed to swell.

I looked back up to his worn face. "What's going on?"

He shook his head. "It's nothing serious. Just…" He glanced at it and sighed. "I don't know what it is."

I looked around for my cell phone, which I had left on the couch. Once I found it, I flipped it open.

"What are you doing?" He furrowed his brows.

"Calling Aunt Lauren. Considering your arm is turning purple and Tori is pregnant with werewolves, I think we need a doctor." I said.

I wondered how she would react about Tori. Especially since I didn't call right away-just had waited till it was nessicary.

I hit my speed-dial for her, and put it on speaker so Derek could hear. While it was ringing, he examined his wound and swore some more under his breath.

"Hello?" A gentle voice came through the phone.

"Hey, Aunt Lauren?" I asked, studying Derek.

"Oh, Chloe, it's you. Is something wrong?" She asked in a worried tone.

She always answered her phone like this-to me at least. Considering all that happened, If I was her, I would do the same.

I tore my gaze away from Derek's arm. "Actually," I started. "yes. Can you come over here?" I asked, waiting for a reply. There was silence on the other end. Derek stared at the phone.

"Yeah. Yeah I'll be right over." She said in a hurried tone. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks. See you soon." I finished. The other line went dead. I snapped the phone shut and shivered. Derek grunted again.

I expected him to make a sarcastic comment, or say something to reassure me. But for once, he just gave me a sad, worried look.

And I knew we were in a little too over our heads.

Twenty minutes later, Simon and Mr. Bae were home, but Rae was still out in God-knows-where, and that scared the hell out of me for some reason.

Simon was playing with a glass cup nervously, spinning it round and round on the kitchen table. I could tell what he had seen in the woods bothered him.

Mr. Bae was lingering by the stove, leaning against it, his face worried. Derek sat in the chair next to me, arms crossed, his weary eyes glazed over.

The doorbell rang, and I rose from my seat.

Everyone watched me as I walked into the living room, to the front door. I twisted the doorknob, and the door creaked open. I opened it wider, and Aunt Lauren was raveled, standing on the small porch, dark circles under her eyes, her hair in a wet, messy ponytail like she was in the shower when I called.

She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. She walked in, then shyly looked around the house. I shut the door. She turned back to me.

"Chloe? Is everything alright? On the phone you said…" She said it in a rush, and I blinked, overwhelmed with the sudden questions. She swallowed.

I glanced past her to Derek, who was silently standing in the hallway behind her. his face questioning. I furrowed my brows, not understanding why.

Then she said three words that brought my attention back to her quickly.

"Are you pregnant?" she whispered. I saw Derek's face morph into one of humor. I looked back to her and shook my head quickly. "No!" I exclaimed, my cheeks reddened. She let out a sigh of relief. I bit my lip.

"Well…I'm not.." I said under my breath. Her eyes widened.

"Wha-what?" She asked, as if she hadn't heard me, but I was sure she had.

I didn't answer. Instead I stood frozen in front of my dumbfounded aunt. It took her a minute, but I saw it when she figured out who was pregnant.

Her face relaxed. "Tori? Tori's pregnant?" She asked a little more calmly. I nodded slowly, my lips forming a sad line.

"Who's the father?" She asked. I saw in her eyes the same suspicions I had about Tori's "baby-daddy."

I took in a deep breath. This would be the complicated part.

"Derek's brother," I finally gathered enough courage to say. "Ryan." I whispered.

My aunt stared at me like I had a third eye. "That's impossible." She muttered.

"Not if he strikes up a deal with the Edison Group to kill us." Derek muttered, now behind Aunt Lauren. She jumped at the sound of his voice. She held a hand to her heart when she saw him.

"What happened to you?" She asked, shocked.

"Ryan." Was all he replied.

My aunt turned back to me. "Oh dear God." She shook her head. She looked up at me. "Where is Tori now?' She asked.

"Asleep." I answered.

My aunt bit her bottom lip. "So she's pregnant with…wolves? Werewolves?" She said it as if she was making sure she heard me correctly.

"Yes. Lauren, I was hopping that you remembered some of the information about cross-race pregnancies? Especially ones to do with werewolves." Mr. Bae said, who was a little farther away from her. She turned again, and nodded.

"I remember some." She replied, her voice calm, steady. Simon leaned against the wall behind Mr. Bae.

"How many months?" Derek fired off. I gave him a look, slowly, Aunt Lauren turned back to him, and also gave him a look. Derek kept his arms tightly across his chest, and his face remained a mask of worry.

"Ususally," she said slowly, "About three to three and a quarter. Depends on the number of…" she eyed Derek, then settled on the word, "Children."

My eyes widened. "What? Three months?" I asked. Now I was the dumbfounded one. She looked at me and nodded.

There was no way we could be ready for three babies-let alone werewolves-in three months. It was impossible.

Then again, so is raising the dead.

We were all quiet, one question dancing in the air, taunting us, daring us to ask it.

"What is her chance of survival?" Simon finally blurted out. I held my breath.

My aunt thought for a second. "Depends on the person's personal health and strength." she said softly. "I can percentage it once I examine her." she said even softer.

Everyone stood, almost motionlessly.

"Well Lauren," Mr. bae broke the awkward silence. "Would you like something to drink?"

Sorry it's a short chapter…again. Kinda crappy :/

ANYHOW, Do you think Tori will survive? What will happen with the Edison group? Anddddd what are the babies genders? Also, name suggestions!

R&R