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Chapter 12

I woke the next morning...scratch that...the next night with a strange feeling. Marko was still asleep beside me, but something felt...off. I got up silently and slipped down the hall. I'm a vampire! Shouldn't I feel happy doo da all the time?

I ran outside on instinct and collapsed on the grass shakily. Oh my God what's wrong with me? I leaned over the edge and began to violently puke...disgusting. I smelled it even clearer with my stupid senses.

"Oh my God!" I had been too noisy and disgusted to notice Dwayne sneak up behind me.

"What?" I choked out, ready to puke again at the taste.

"I know you and Marko...um. Anyways, I didn't think it would happen this early!" He just totally confused me with words.

"What...what happened?" I worried I was dying or something.

"Sweetie, he had the talk with you...I heard every awkward word. Think about it." He finished, sitting next to me and then lightly layed his hand on my shoulder. I jumped up with realization.

"I'm pregnant?" I felt faint. The world seemed to spin. I fell back, but Dwayne caught me.

"Yes. I need to get you back in." He began to help me in as my mind raced. I had always wanted a family, but was I truly ready? Now? I felt a sense in my brain say: Duh! That's what mates are for, and that's what you have always wanted!

I was sat on the couch and the guys began to sit around me as I thought. I felt all eyes on me. Looking up, I saw Marko, right beside me, holding my hand. Paul was sitting on a chair across from Marko, David was sitting in an old wheelchair across from me, and Dwayne was awkwardly standing to my left.

"Are you okay? I knew we should have waited. Do you want to have an abortion?" I looked at Marko as though he had grown a second head.

"You ain't touching this baby! It's mine...ours! Are you crazy?" He looked at me like I was the greatest person in the world.

"You are going to be an amazing mother!" I smiled at that and grinned at Paul.

"Thanks. But Paul will be the crazy uncle. Hope the baby don't mind."

Three months later, I was in bed. I didn't mind being there all the time, but I couldn't wait until I could get up and run around again. The boys were out feeding and Marko was going to bring back my dinner for me...us. I rubbed my huge stomach lovingly.

I wondered if it would be a boy or girl. I would love it either way. I hadn't thought of names, and Marko and I had decided to name the baby when it was born, to see what would fit it best. I missed Marko already. He was the best mate and soon-to-be father ever. Sometimes, he would stay up early in the morning with me if the fetus would be kicking, or just to read it stories.

"We're back Kitten!" Marko called. He walked in accompanied by two young women. Most likely in their early twenties.

"Who's that?" One of them looked at me in repulse. Bitch. I heard Marko chuckle and threw her into an unbreakable chokehold. Her friend screamed and ran to me, apparently she thought that, since I was pregnant, he wouldn't hurt us.

I beckoned her into the soft bed and 'comforted' her. Quickly and simply, I snapped her neck, and began feeding. The fetus turned in my womb, anxious for the food. Marko brought over the other girl, and snapped her neck for me. I quickly ate up, and he disposed of the bodies.

"Hungry weren't you baby?" I cooed to my lower parts. Marko walked back in a few moments later.

"Hey baby and baby number two." I giggled as he pressed his ear against my stomach, listening for the baby. That's when I felt something happen. It was like my natural instincts hyped up and I couldn't control it.

"Marko what's happening?" I asked. Only him and my body seemed to know. Probably Dwayne too. I sarcastically thought, earning me an uneasy chuckle from Marko and the others scrambled in, surrounding my bed. The baby is coming! was the thought circling everyones mind.

It took three hours and a lot of pushing, but finally, the baby was here! I knew the birth wasn't as painful, by far, of a human birth, but damn that hurt! Luckily, the guys all felt the pain too because we were all connected. Paul no longer called me 'Fatso'.

After Marko carefully picked the baby up with nothing but love in his eyes, he passed it to me. It was a girl. Something was off with me though. As I looked at her, I knew we would always be the best of friends, when the pain came again.

"What the hell?" Paul shrieked. They all looked terrified, but I knew exactly what was going on, so I held in tight.

"There's another one." I said simply, Marko rushing back over to get the other baby. This one felt different though. As the guys huddled towards Marko's arms, I tried to get a better look at the infant. They looked to me and Marko talked.

"Twins. He's a still born." Marko said. Sadness was written over all of our faces. No. He can't be a still born. I would have known. Marko handed me the limp body of my baby boy. He was still born. Fraternal twins. I looked at them both and cried my heart out.

All of the guys came over and gave me and my children a very gentle group hug. It took two hours for Marko to finally take the dead baby from my arms, to go bury him outside.

"Wait," I called as they were about to walk out, "His name is Zachary Mason. Please, bury him with a headstone." They all looked to Marko who just sadly nodded. I was alone with my baby girl.

"Hey there sweet heart." I cooed. I loved her so much already. She looked up at me with her adorable eyes.

Green, like Marko's. Suddenly, she smiled and I saw them turn blue, just like mine. Mood eyes I grinned.

She had curly hair like her father, but it was every bit as red as mine. She reached up and stroked my cheek with her little hand.

"Any ideas on a name?" Paul asked, walking in with all of the guys. I looked at her, and she reminded me of one of the sweetest friends I had back in Alabama. Sweet and kind just like her. One of my best friends too.

"Yes. I want to name her Lamenda. Lamenda Grace West. What do you think?" I looked to see happiness among their expressions.

"That's a lovely name. Hey there Mendy!" David cooed to her. I grinned noticing how girly he had just sounded.

"Going soft on us David?" I questioned, laughing. Lamenda giggled and then we all fell into the laughter pit.

"I love you!" Marko kissed me full on. Then, a little hand came up, and pushed him away. Looking down, Lamenda, our baby, was grinning a grin to put the Cheshire cat to shame.

THE END :)

OMAGOSH! Baby! Hope ya'll liked it! This is the end, the baby, Lamenda Grace, was named after one of my best friends who is reading! You know who you are :)