"Simon," Nia said early the next morning, agitated.

He just snored and mumbled.

"Scoot over. God."

Either he heard her or just wanted to, but he rolled over and gave her more room so she wouldn't be so damn near falling off. He sure knew how to keep someone up all night with no room to sleep. And OH MY GOD the snoring! He sounded like a bear with a cold in the dead of winter. It wasn't even funny. Not one bit. Just plain annoying.

She huffed and rolled on her opposite side, closing her eyes and trying to rest as much as she could until he woke up, then maybe she'll be able to sleep for at least a few minutes. His snoring ceased and a few seconds later, his alarm went off full blast.

Simon woke up violently, as if he was coming out of an exorcism, and shut his alarm off. He slowly got up, stretched, and went to the bathroom to have his morning pee. He came out of the bathroom and got dressed.

"Well good morning to you, too, Simon," Nia stated.

"Good morning," he replied sleepily. "What crawled up ur skirt and died?"

"Well you kept me up all night with your tossing and turning and your horrific snoring!"

Simon blushed. "I'm sorry, Nia."

"Don't worry about it." She stood up and started to put on her skirt, but instead had to run to the toilet. She quickly put her head over the toilet bowl and, well, puked.

"Whoa, Nia," said Simon. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she replied, then vomited again. "I just feel sick all of a sudden."

"Well," began Simon as Nia continued to upchuck. "Maybe Leeron can figure out what's wrong with you."

Nia wiped her mouth with some toilet paper. "Okay." She threw the TP into the toilet and flushed.

They went to Leeron's hospital-lab-thingy and Leeron ran some tests.

"Nia, I have your tests back," said Leeron in his cheery voice. "This is very surprising."

"What?" Simon asked, panicked. "What's wrong with Nia?"

"When I took her temperature, she didn't have a fever. So I figured there was only one explanation."

"Which was?"

"Be patient, I'm getting there. So after that, I ran some blood tests. It seems my hypothesis was correct. Nia, you're pregnant."

"What?" Nia asked, shocked.

"There is a baby growing inside of you, Nia." Leeron put it in Layman's terms.

"Oops," whispered Simon. "We probably should've used protection..."

"You're telling me," said Nia.

The first few minutes of the ride home was quiet and the tension was thick. A baby? Nia thought to herself. Are Simon and I even ready? They would have to buy diapers, clothes, food, toys, a crib, a carrier... What a mess. She was only 16, Simon 17. Simon had the mental capacity to take care of a baby, and she did, too, but what if they screwed up? What if they made a mistake and the baby turns out to be a drug addict or prostitute or pimp or something else bad? What if they couldn't support it?

"Nia," Simon sighed after a few minutes, which felt like hours.

"Yes?" she replied.

"I'm not ready. To be a dad and everything."

"I'm not ready to be a mommy. What if I end up being controlling like my father was?"

"Now, Nia, I'm sure you won't end up like that. You're wonderful with kids. You're sweet and kind and caring, all traits of a good mother. I'm not worried about you at all. It's me I'm worried about."

"Oh, Simon. You know just how to handle kids. You have that leadership personality that your Bro taught you. If you can build an entire city on Tepplin's ruins, I'm pretty sure you can handle one child."

Simon chuckled. "Yeah. I guess you're right."

There was a silence for a few more minutes. "So, Simon," Nia spoke up.

"Hmmm?"

"What now?"

"What do you mean, Nia?"

"I mean what do we do? We're pregnant, so should we live together or what?"

Simon sighed and tapped his fingers on his knee a few times, thinking. "What do you want to do?"

"I'm not sure, Simon." Nia leaned her head against the window. "I really have no idea."

"Well..." Simon trailed off into thought. "Maybe... What if... How about...?"

"What are you talking about? It helps if you say the entire sentence, Simon."

"Well, if we move in together, it would be easier to take care of our child, but then again, should we rush into this? Is that the best thing for us?"

"But the baby won't be born for another 9 months, hopefully. But we really should figure this out before my second trimester. So my baby bump won't be in the way of moving things."

"Yeah. So, should we think of names or what?"

Nia sighed. "Right now, I really don't want to talk about babies anymore."

"But, Nia, we can't just pretend this isn't going to happen, because it is. The best thing to do it just discuss it so we can become more familiar with the fact that our baby is inside of you."

"We have a long time to get used to it. Can we just go back to your place and rest? I'm just really stressed right now."

"Okay. But first, let's go get some clothes from your house so you can relax in your own clothes."

They went by Nia's house, picked up a week's worth of clothes for Nia, and went back to Simon's place. She would stay there with him for the next week while they decided on what to do.

Okay so, Nia's preggers. I made a poll for you guys to vote on and decide on what they do next because I want my devoted readers to have a say in what happens next (: If you go to my page, it's on there so please please please please PLEASE vote! Love you all 3