A/N: I'm not sure if I'm going to finish this story, but I'll try. I haven't been around internet and probably won't be for a while.

Over the course of the next six weeks, Claire blew up like a balloon. By the middle of her fifth month, she was huge. Dr. Perks had told her to expect this but Claire hadn't fully believed her. It was like she went to bed showing a pleasant amount and woke up a whale. It was almost to the point to where she needed help doing mundane things and she was only twenty-two weeks! But it wasn't much of a problem because her housemates felt like doing everything for her.

Eve cooked for her and did all her chores, Shane, whenever she was carrying something, always took it from her no matter how light it was, and Michael was the worst. He always insisted she stay off her feet, rest all the time, and not worry about a thing. Claire tried to reason with him-with them all-that she could handle herself perfectly and wouldn't need to do any of that until later in the pregnancy but none of them listened.

The only thing she plain out refused to do was stop going to class. Michael was very adamant about her not going to school and Claire understand his reasons but just couldn't do it. She needed her education and people were going to talk regardless.

Whenever she was in town or on campus, people always stared. Some would be bold enough to walk up to her and ask. These conversations always went something like this:

"Aw! You're so big."

"Um, thanks?"

A slight pause.

"You're a little young to be having a baby."

"I know, but accidents happen and we're dealing with the best we can."

Another short pause.

"So is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"That this is Michael Glass's kid? That he got you pregnant before he turned?"

"Yep."

"Weird timing."

"Uh-huh."

"Well, good luck."

"You too."

It didn't really bother Claire much anymore. As long as the truth stayed hidden, she was fine.

Today started off as any other day: Claire got up and dressed with a little difficulty and met Eve and Michael in the hallway. People found it weird that she and Michael had had sex and gotten pregnant while living under the same roof as Shane and Eve, their significant others, and still went on to be with other people while still being friends. It made Claire laugh.

Honestly: Her and Michael together? No way.

Anyways, both turned and greeted her with a smile and a hug.

"How's my favorite pregnant person doing today?" Eve said and Claire tried to smile.

"Tired and sore. The baby keeps on moving and stuff and won't let me sleep." Michael kissed her forehead and gave her protruding belly an affectionate rub.

"Sorry. Baby Glass is just excited about the start of a new day: just like his old man." He said in an overly proud voice that had her laughing.

Ever since Eve made that joke one night, it caught on. Even though they all knew that Michael was in no way the father, it was an inside joke. Yet, though it was a joke to them, the town had started using the term also. The vampires would say, "There goes the human and baby Glass." The humans would say, "How's little baby Glass today?"

"Yea," Eve cut Claire out of her thoughts. "I'm sure that's it." She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Has the baby started kicking yet?"

Claire shook her head. "Michael Jr. hasn't decided to unleash that kind of torment on me just yet."

"Hey! You can't name him after his pretend father: the kid needs a name of his own!"

"Shut up, Michael. Anyways, torment? You know the moment the baby kicks for the first time you'll be ecstatic. You're just a little grumpy right now because auntie's baby is a creature of the night like his daddy."

"Ah, that's my boy." Michael said fondly, rubbing her belly again.

"All jokes aside: of course I'll be happy to feel my baby kick, but I'd be even happier when my baby is out. I'm not sure how much bigger I can get without needing a forklift." They all laughed.

"Don't worry." Eve said. "You'll feel better after breakfast." There was the sound of a door shutting. "Which has just arrived."

"Hey! Anybody up? If not, I can eat all this delicious food alone."

"We're here!" They all made towards the kitchen.

Midway down the stairs was when she felt it: her baby's first kick. She wasn't sure until she felt it again. It wasn't much but Claire felt tears gather in her eyes. She had just turned to tell Eve and Michael what had just happened when she was swept unwillingly into a memory.

FLASHBACK

Oliver had just told her she wouldn't remember a thing and told her to wait while he finished up business. She sat quietly in the employee's room in Common Grounds waiting until he finally came back about an hour and a half later.

"Such a good girl, you are." He mocked and she held her tongue. He took her by the arm and took her out to his car.

"Where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise." She tried to keep calm during the whole ride but when he parked and pulled her out of the car she didn't recognize the house.

"Is this yours?"

"Questions later. Right now: your surprise." He maneuvered the house quietly and quickly until he came to a door and she stared at him incredulously.

"You brought me here just to have sex?"

He laughed and turned on her. "As much as I'd like to ride you so long that your voice is hoarse from screaming out my name in pleasure then suck you dry, I must look toward the bigger picture which involves this…" He pushed open the door to reveal a room covered in darkness.

"What is this?"

"There is a bed in this room and, in a matter of minutes, there will also be a man." He caught her eyes quickly before uttering the next words. "You are to have sex with him."

"What? I can't do that: I won't! You can't make me…" She trailed off as his eyes bore into hers.

"You can and you will. You will do it until he fully satisfied and you will find pleasure in it yourself." Claire felt angry with him-though she was always mad at him. How dare he make her do this? "Have fun." He smirked, pushed her inside, and locked door. She banged on the door a few times before a voice stopped her.

"He roped you into this too, huh?" She turned toward the sound to the familiar yet not voice.

"Yea, he compelled me. You?"

"He caught me doing something bad and, instead of draining me, got me to do this." His voice became uneasy at the next part. "Should we just…?"

"I guess: let's get it over with." She felt her way to the bed and undressed before climbing on top it. A hand touched her arm and she nearly jumped off the bed.

"Sorry." He apologized.

"No problem." She paused. Her eyes were adjusting and she could see a basic outline of his body.

"Should we kiss?" He asked hesitantly and she shrugged.

"If you want." Immediately, she felt his hand-neither rough nor soft-trail up her arm to her face. Once the hand registered that it was indeed her face, his lips found hers. His lips were rough and hesitant but carried both passion and uncertainty. Feeling him lean into her, Claire lay back against the pillows behind her and he followed. Tentatively, his hands fell on her waist and moved up slowly. She gasped when he cupped her breasts and his thumbs ran across her nipples. He was so warm compared to Oliver.

He pulled away. "Sorry-"

"No, it's okay: I liked it. You're just so...warm."

"Oh. It's just that: I've never been with a girl so I'm nervous."

"It's okay. Just do what feels natural." He nodded and took her advice.

From then on, it was a little awkward. He wasn't sure what exactly to do even when he tried to do what felt right so she wasn't surprised when he actually moved away from her when it was time to do the main thing.

"Are you okay?"

"Yea," He said breathlessly. "I-It's just that I'm a little nervous."

She nodded. "I understand and that's the perfect reason to get this over with. You'll feel better if we just do it...I think."

She felt the bed move a little as he nodded. "Okay." He moved closer to her and got on top of her. She put her arms around him and he rested on his forearms. She could feel him breathing heavily as he rested his forehead on her shoulder. He didn't move.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded. "I'm just trying to calm myself. I don't know if I can do this."

Claire was silent for a moment. Oliver wouldn't let them out of this room until they did what he wanted and they couldn't do it if this guy was so nervous. She didn't know exactly how to comfort him but she tried.

"Here." She moved his head from her shoulder and kissed him. He seemed eager enough to kiss her and, while he was distracted, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. "Just do it." He nodded and, positioning himself, pressed forward.

She felt his breath wash over the side of her neck as it all left his body. He didn't move for a long time and Claire started to worry.

"Are you okay?"

It took him a moment but he nodded. "Yea. Just getting use to this." He stayed still for a little bit longer before starting to move.

They had sex, like Oliver the pervert probably wanted, until the guy was sated. When he was, they set off to find their clothes in the dark. Claire had just finished dressing when the sound of clapping filled the room.

"That was spectacular." She heard Oliver's voice but couldn't see him.

"O-Oliver?" She felt cold hands on her neck.

"How did you know?" He mocked.

She turned in the direction of his voice. "We did what you wanted: can we go?"

"Sure, but wouldn't you like to meet the person you were just intimate with?" Before she could answer, lights flooded the room and her eyes quickly adjusted. She found herself in an empty room beside a bed. Trying to prepare herself for anyone, she turned but nothing could prepare her for who she saw.

"J-Jason?" Standing in front of her in only jeans was Eve's demented little brother, and although he had bathed, cut and brushed his hair and teeth, and such there was no mistaking him.

He looked as surprise as her. "Claire?"

Oliver smirked. "Glad the two of you know each other and I know you both would like to talk, but, as much I would love to hear this conversation, Claire and I must be going now." With that, he pushed a still stunned Claire out of the room. As he drove her home, hopefully, she was still in shock.

"Jason? Why would you make me sleep with Jason? Jason of all people! Eve's homicidal younger brother."

"All part of my plan." He pulled up to the Glass House and carried her to the porch. "A few more things before I go."

"What?"

He caught her eyes. "You won't remember any of this until the baby's first kick."

She stared at him, startled. "Baby? What baby?"

He ignored her and knocked on the door. "And keep the baby." With that he snapped his fingers and disappeared.

END OF FLASHBACK

The memory hit her hard and she could feel herself slipping into darkness.

"Claire?" Eve asked, concerned. Looking at Eve, the realization of who the real father of her child was hit her even harder.

So she looked Eve straight in the eyes and said, "You're going to be an aunt" before fainting.

Thanks to his vampire speed, Michael was able to catch Claire just before she fell down the stairs and hit her head or belly. "Claire? Claire!" He tried to wake her but she was out cold.

"Is she okay?" Eve asked as he carried her down the stairs and laid her down on the couch.

"Her heart is still beating and she's still breathing so I hope so. All we can do is wait." He sat in his usual chair and Eve sat close to Claire in silence for a minute before looking at Michael in confusion.

"Why did she tell me that I was going to be an aunt? I knew that already."

He shrugged. "I don't know."

Shane came walking in from the kitchen. "Hey! What happened with breakfast?"

"Claire fainted."

Shane finally saw her, frowned, and rushed over to her. "Is she okay?"

"Yea, I think so."

"Should we call the doctor?" The three looked at each for a minute before agreeing that it would probably be best.

Waking up from her fainting spell, Claire felt a lot of things, but mostly uncomfortable with where the baby currently was and with the bright light shining into her eyes. She groaned and the light receded.

"She's awake." With some help she sat up and saw all her friends and Dr. Perks staring at her.

"What happened?"

"You fainted, dear, and your friends called me."

"Oh."

"But you're fine from what I can tell."

"That's good. Thank you."

"It's no problem: we were just worried about you two." She stayed around for a little bit longer, answering all their questions and reassuring them all that Claire was fine, before leaving.

"Are you sure you're okay, Claire Bear?" Eve asked, sitting closer to Claire and stroking her hair.

"I think so. I was just…shocked."

"About what?"

She shook her head. "Nothing: just the baby kicking." She locked eyes with Michael, knowing he knew she had just lied, as Eve brightened.

"The baby kicked? Are they kicking now?" Claire nodded and Eve's hands covered her belly. "This is so great! Michael, Shane, come feel this!" They both came over and waited. After feeling a few kicks, Shane shrugged and went to heat up breakfast and Eve, though a little reluctant, went to help.

As soon as they were out of hearing range, Michael sat next to her. "What really happened?"

"I remember."

"Remember? Remember what?"

"That night: the one where I got pregnant."

His eyes widened. "So you know…?"

She nodded. "Who the father is."

"So?"

"You won't believe this but…it's Jason."

Michael stared at her for a minute before shaking his head. "I don't think I heard you right. Did you say that this baby's father?" She nodded. "As in Jason Rossner? Jason, Eve's little brother? Eve's crazy, homicidal brother?" She nodded again. "How?"

"Oliver compelled me and forced Jason when he caught him doing something bad: I don't know what. I didn't know it was him until after we did it."

"Why would Oliver go through all of this?"

"I don't know: he just said he wanted to ruin my life and that it was all part of some bigger plan." They worried over this for a while before heading to breakfast. The main thing they agreed on was not to mention or even think about her baby's father until they had to cross that bridge.

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