Richelle Mead owns the VA and Bloodlines series.

First, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed last chapter. I think that was the most reviews I've gotten yet for one of these One Shots. Also, I probably won't be continuing Books. I might revisit the concept after TIS comes out, but I will definitely not be turning it into its own story. It would take forever and probably end up being horribly boring. But I might throw together character reactions to vital parts in the series from time to time. We'll see ;)

So, I kind of love this chapter. It's short, but hopefully you'll love it too! Review and let me know :)

"Shit," Adrian cursed, rolling away from me and falling onto the bed. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hands went to his already disheveled hair. "Shit, shit."

I wasn't exactly sure what to say. I was still catching my breath from our previous activities and, even though I knew the ramifications of what we'd just done, I couldn't think about that while my heart was pounding away in my chest.

"Shit," Adrian muttered again and then turned to face me. "I'm sorry, Sage. That doesn't usually happen. Actually, that's never happened. Ever. I'm always so careful about that... Shit! I can't believe I forgot."

"It's on both of us," I reasoned, trying to make him feel better, although now that my heartbeat was beginning to calm I could think again. And, boy, none of it was good.

"I know," he said, but it didn't sound like he knew. "But I've always... Sorry, you don't want to hear about any of that. But that's not something I ever forget." Then his contrite, guilty expression turned into a smirk. "Guess that says something about you, huh?" He even waggled his eyebrows at me like an idiot.

I took a deep breath and ignored him, trying to think logically passed all of the panic that was beginning to rise in my chest. Adrian noticed and stroked my tattooed cheek with his fingertips. It was something he always did when I needed to relax.

"Hey," he said gently, trying to comfort me now. "It was the only time we've ever forgotten. Just once. What are the chances that something happens? We'll be fine."

I automatically started calculating the probability of something happening, but forced myself to stop. Doing that would only drive me insane. He leaned back onto the bed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer. He buried his face in my hair and I heard him mutter a few more choice words under his breath.

"Look, it was an accident," I said, back to trying to comfort him. It seemed we were going back and forth on this. "And you're right. What are the chances? And even if something does happen, we'll handle it. In the meantime, we'll just hope for the best."

Adrian's head popped up and he leaned over me, resting his weight on his elbow. "What do you mean handle it?" he asked seriously. His green eyes bored into mine as he studied my response.

"I mean," I started slowly, unsure of his reaction. "If the worst does happen we'll figure it out."

He nodded, looking slightly relieved, and suddenly something occurred to me.

"Do you want something to happen?" I asked. I wasn't sure what emotion was behind the words—fear, anger, elation, curiosity—but whatever it was it was passionate.

Adrian looked thoughtful for a minute, his lips puckered in a very attractive way. "Not really," he finally said. "I don't know. I didn't do it on purpose or anything, but now that I'm thinking about it..."

"No," I said quickly. "We can't have children, Adrian. You know that."

"No, I don't know that," he replied calmly. "Physically, the two of us can have children. Emotionally, I want a family with you. I love you."

"But..." I searched for a logical argument. "I'm only nineteen. I can't have kids when I'm nineteen!"

He nodded in agreement. "You're right. We're still pretty young, but you have to admit, it would be kind of awesome to be the cool, young parents."

I wasn't sure if the enthusiastic grin on his face made me feel better or worse.

I sat up, pulling the satin sheets up around my chest, much to Adrian's obvious dismay. "We don't even know for sure what they'd, uh, you know, be. I mean, I'm not exactly a standard human."

"You're definitely anything but standard," Adrian joked. "I see what you're getting at, though. We don't know how magic would effect the baby. But we could ask someone, right? Jackie must know something. Or, at least, know someone who knows something."

"I guess," I admitted. Although I really didn't want to ask her or anyone else. It was bad enough looking at Jill and knowing that she knew everything Adrian and I did...

"It wouldn't be bad though, right?" Adrian was saying. "It would be cool if they had magic. It'd be cool if they didn't. I'm not really picky, I guess. I just want to see your eyes staring back at me from a face I helped create," he said.

His fingers were playing along the edges of my hairline, pushing back my tangled hair. I barely contained the contented sigh that bubbled up at his words.

"It's sort of like the ultimate form of art if you think about it." He rested his hand on my abdomen, lightly brushing circles on my bare skin, and smiled at me. "What we just did? We might have just created a masterpiece."

Oh, God. My heart stumbled over itself and I leaned forward to kiss him. Really kiss him. He could say the most romantic things sometimes.

I felt him smile against my lips as he dragged me back down to the mattress. "Did you want to try again or...?"

I laughed and pushed up on his chest, leaning across the bed to reach into the nightstand. When I settled back down I tossed a tiny foil package at him.

"Not right now," I said with a smile. "Ask me again in a year or two... or five."

Adrian grinned and kissed me again.

Still worried about what had happened, I decided that no matter what we'd be okay. And if Adrian's little "masterpiece" was forming inside of me, well... Maybe that wouldn't be so bad.