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I never expected this to happen.

Well, maybe one day, but not so soon.

Not now.

Groaning, I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face on top of them, wishing I could vaporize into thin air.

'What is he going to say? We never discussed this. I mean, we can barely support ourselves at times, so how could we possibly support a…..Oh God, please don't let him come home early!'

And right on cue, I heard the apartment door open with a bang.

"Your sexy fiancé is home, Cara Mia!" Miles called out slamming the door behind him, a vexing habit of his. "And I brought Burger King!"

"Coming!" I responded, trying to soothe the pounding in my chest before rising to my feet. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, hoping the puffiness in my eyes had faded away. If I came out all red-eyed and puffy face, Miles would have a hernia.

"Hurry up, Short Stack! The fries are getting cold!"

"Hold on! I'm coming!"

Taking a VERY deep breath, I nodded to my reflection before exiting the bathroom, hands behind my back.

"Miles?" I leaned against the entrance to the miniscule kitchen/dining/living room, sweat clinging to my shirt and my hair standing on end.

"Mmph?" He turned around, mouth stuffed with French fries. "Wuf is eh?"

Deciding it was now or never, I stepped forward and showed him the stick in my hand.

"I'm pregnant."

In response, Miles just stared at me, still hunched over the table with mounds of fries in his grip and mouth.

Then, one by one, the fries fell out his mouth and plopped onto the table as his eyes grew wider and wider.

"Um, Miles?"

*Plop*

"Miles? Are you-?"

*Plop* *Plop*

"Mi-?"

*PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

'Oh shit, I broke him.'

"Miles?! Are you alright?! I know this is really sudden bu-."

"You're….pregnant?"

"..Yeah. I'm pregnant."

"We're….having a kid?"

It never failed to amuse me how slow witted Miles become when he was in shock.

It also never failed to piss me off!

"Yes, you twit!" I snapped, wringing the pregnancy test in my hands. "I noticed I was three weeks late for my last period, so I went out and bought this. And the test come out positive."

"…..Holy shit." Miles whispered, ogling at me with huge eyes. "My..my.."

"My…?" I repeated, not knowing what to make of his reaction.

"My Short Stack is cream filled now!" He cackled. "You're going to be all puffy like ones in the commercials!"

"OH YOU IDIOT!" I marched over and decked him in the arm. "Be serious, Miles! What are we going to do?! We aren't financially stable enough to support a baby, and the wedding is only a month away and all of our money is going to a new house, and what will our parents say-OH GOD, what will my parents say?! As far they are concerned, we sleep in separate rooms and-."

Miles placed his pointer finger on my lips, instantly silencing my rambles.

"Young-ja," He started, a serious look now on his face. "It's fine."

"What do you mean it's fine?!" I roughly pushed his hand away. "We never even talked about having kids! How can we raise a child when we haven't planned anything?!"

"Has anything that's happened to us ever been planned though? Our friendship, our relationship, our engagement, they all happened on their own. Even when we tried to plan it out, it never happened the way we thought it would." He pulled me into his arms and rested his forehead against mine. "This is just the next milestone in our life, Young-ja. We get hitched next month, you pop the kid out nine months later, and we all live happily ever after."

"Miles," I groaned, lightly banging my fist against his clavicle. "It is not that sim-Wait, you want to have this baby?"

"Well, yeah," He rubbed the back of his neck, a small blush on his cheeks. "In truth, I thought it would be just the two of us for a while, but I always fancied the thought of a house full of mini-Short Stacks gnawing at my ankles one day."

"Really?" I gasped, feeling like a huge weight was being lifted from my shoulders. Never mind the fact that he basically referred to our future children as raccoons.

"Really." He kissed me gently, asking the next question with his lips still on mine. "What about you?"

"To be honest, I also thought we'd have a year or two to ourselves. But, after saving up some money and planning things out, yes, I wanted to start having children."

"Then don't have an ulcer over this. Fine, the kid is coming earlier than expected, but I'm pretty fucking thrilled right now. I know my parents will be over the moon, and I'm sure your parents will be happy in their own way." Miles smiled, kissing me once more. "But….the most important question is, do you want to have this child?"

Like I said before, I barely gave much thought to raising a child because I thought that was further down the road. But now, here in my fiancé's arms and carrying our child, I really considered the possibility. Pregnancy is no pleasure cruise with all the aches, cravings, and hormone imbalances that comes with the package, but I would have Miles next to me all the while.

And that was enough to bring a smile to my face.

"Yes. Yes, I want to have our baby. Just….just promise me you'll love me even when I turn into an aircraft carrier."

"You could be the size of a fucking dirigible, and I would still love you to the moon and back." He smirked before placing a warm, gentle hand on my abdomen. "And I promise to take care of you-both of you. Whether you are a he, she, or they, I will love you too. And I will come up with a kickass nickname for you, so look forward to that."

"Will it be a breakfast related nickname?"

"Of course, my double stuffed Short Stack."

"Rude." I snorted, drawing him close and sighing blissfully, overjoyed my worries were for naught.

"Hey," He whispered, his mouth next to my ear. "do you think I'll be a decent dad? I mean, I'm not as responsible or gentle as you are."

"What are you talking about?" I chuckled, flicking my finger down his nose. "You are the sweetest man I know who has an endless amount of love, courage, and rectitude. Every day is a wonderful one when I'm with you, and for the past decade, you've made me the happiest woman on Earth. So I know you'll do the same for our baby."

"I can only hope so."

"Don't worry." I teased, consoling him now. "We are in this together remember? For better and for worse."

Miles chuckled and nodded, bring my left hand up to his lips and kissing my engagement ring.

"For better and for worse. Til death do us part."

(Father Martin)

I heard a loud crash from that building the demon was in.

The man committed horrible sins against the innocent, and I could only pray Our Lord, The Walrider, would deliver his truth to that creature and rid the Earth of his foul presence.

But, for now, something beckoned me towards where crash was heard. As a prophet, I must go where my Lord orders me to.

Using a flashlight one of the follower's gave to me, my eyes scanned over the Vocational Block wall until they landed on a broken window on the fourth floor.

"What could've happened here?" I lowered the light towards the ground, hoping to find whatever caused the window to be in such a state.

And, in the distance, I could see a stain of white amongst the tall grass.

Moving closer, I felt the air leave my lungs as I beheld the sight before me.

A woman in all white lay before me, her long hair spread around her like a halo and blood staining her face.

And-God be praised!- she had the stigmata on her right hand, like Christ did during his Crucifixion.

"An angel!" I gasped, falling to my knees against her fallen form and placing my ear next to her lips. "And she lives! Her breath is but a faint flutter but it is there! Merciful God, you've been kind to me on this night! Praised be your name, for you have blessed me with an apostle and a guardian angel!"

Quickly, I gather her into my arms and stood up, minding the gaping wound on her head.

"Be at ease, my child. I shall bring you to a sanctuary where you can rest and prepare yourself for tonight's revelation. There is much work to be done." I whispered to her, scurrying back towards the Chapel. "So much to be done."