Claustrophobia has slowly began to settle in. It's been two days! Two god forsaken days that I've been stuck in my room, forced to either stare at the walls or the back of my eyelids, and it's all thanks to the Knight brothers. They both have taken a stand against me, insisting that I stay in bed to rest while this bug runs it's course. Trying to fight them on the matter proved to be pointless, for they wouldn't budge. Normally Reese doesn't put up much of a fight, but now that he has Draven beside him, it's like he's a different person and it's annoying.

They even managed to turn my kids against me. Every time I try to leave my room, even if it's to go to the bathroom, one of them rats me out. I had to remind them who gave birth to them, who feeds them, clothes them and who makes sure that they have everything they need. That seemed to gain me a little bit of freedom, but not much.

I roll over on my side and pull the cover up to my neck. Although I haven't thrown up since yesterday, I still feel a bit sluggish. And to top it all off, last night, I over heard Reese mentioning to Draven about calling the doctor if I wasn't feeling any better today. I'm very determined to avoid that at all costs.

My stomach grumbles, begging me for solid food. What I would give for a cheeseburger right now. The only thing I have been able to hold down is broth and I'm sick of it.

Someone knocks on the door and opens it. I don't bother to open my eyes to see who it is. I feel the bed dip and a large body lay down behind me. "Are you awake?" Draven asks softly.

"Mhmm."

"How are you feeling?"

I clear my throat, "Well...I haven't thrown up, which is a good sign."

His fingertips graze my arm, giving me goosebumps, "Thats good. Do you think you're ready to eat solid food?"

My stomach grumbles again. Draven chuckles and rubs his hand over my stomach, "I'll take that as a yes."

"You have no clue how hungry I am," my voice cracks and tears begin to block my vision. "I feel like I'm being starved to death."

I feel Draven shift behind me. He gently rolls me onto my back and pulls the covers away from my face. "If you're that hungry, all you had to do is tell me. I would have made you anything you wanted." He brushes a tear away from my temple and whispers, "Please don't cry."

I can't hold them back anymore and burst into tears. Draven grabs my head and pulls it into his chest. I can feel my tears soaking his shit.

"Shh...please don't cry. I hate seeing you like this." I can faintly hear the emotion in his voice as I continue to sob into his shirt. What is wrong with me?

I ran my fingers through her knotty hair until she eventually cried herself to sleep. I press my lips to her forehead, before pulling my body away slowly, trying my hardest not to wake her. She moans and snuggles into her pillow. I let my eyes roam over her face. Her skin is pale making the dark circles under her eyes pop even more. I wish I could take the sickness away from her.

I slowly roll out of bed and head back downstairs. Reese dropped the kids off at school and should be back by now. Sure enough when I enter the living room, Reese is sitting comfortably on the couch watching television.

"How is she feeling?"

I plop down next to him and sigh, "Well...she hasn't thrown up since yesterday, but you can tell she still feels horrible."

"What happened to your shirt?"

I glanced down at the large wet spot on my chest. "Oh...she cried herself to sleep," I tell him, pulling my shirt over my head, draping it over the couch.

Reese nods his head and turns his attention back to the television. You can tell somethings on his mind.

"What are you thinking about?"

Reese sighs, "I don't know if you'll like what's on my mind." He stands and walks to the kitchen. He should know he can't tell me something like that and walk away.

"Tell me."

"Did she tell you what she wants to eat," he tries to change the subject and opens the refrigerator.

"Dammit Reese, tell me," I slam the refrigerator door.

"No!"

"No?" I feel my anger rising. "What the fuck do you mean no?"

Reese leans back against the counter and rubs his hands over his face, "Do you use protection when you two have sex?"

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" He gives me a duh look and my heart stops. "You think she's pregnant...don't you?" The words feel foreign.

"I wasn't around when she was pregnant with Oakley, but I was with Grayson," he pushes himself off the counter and takes a seat at the table. "She was so sick with him she could barely keep anything down.

Never once did it cross my mind that she might be pregnant. Panic sets in and I begin to pace the floor, "How could I be so stupid? What am I going to do? I'm not ready to be a father." As soon as those words left my mouth, I immediately regretted it.

Reese clenches his jaw and stares me down with cold eyes. "Maybe you should have thought with the head between your shoulders instead of the one between your legs," he grits.

"It's okay Reese, he wasn't the only one who wasn't thinking clearly." I turn to see Wren standing in the doorway and my heart sinks.
The look on her face breaks my heart. "Will you take me to the store?" She asks Reese.

"Of course," Reese answers immediately and stands. "Let me get my keys."

Wren nods her head and turns to leave. I grab her by the arm and pull her back. "Wren, I didn't mean it the way it sounded." I really didn't. She avoids looking at me. I grab her by the chin and force her to look at me. "Wren, I love you..."

She jerks her head away and takes a steps back, "You said you weren't ready to be a father, Draven. Do you know how that makes me feel?" She fights back the tears.

"I'm disappointed in you." Was the last thing she said before heading out the door with Reese.

Wren sat quietly the entire trip to the store. Every now and then, I would see her out the corner of my eye wipe a tear away. You can tell she's hurting and there's nothing I can do about it. I could smack the shit out of him.

"What if I am?" Wren breaks the silence. "What if I am pregnant? Will he still want to be with me?"

I wish I could tell her yes. That he will be okay with time. But the truth is, I can't. I don't know what's going on in my brothers head.

I pull into the parking lot of Rite Aid and put the car in park. "The only thing I can tell you is that no matter what happens, I will be by your side."

She looks up at me and smiles. She knows it's the truth. One lonely tear manages to break free. I gently wipe it away before it reaches her cheek. I hate seeing her cry.

"Are you ready to get this over with?"

She sighs and nods her head. We both exit the car and enter the store. Wren heads straight for an aisle with a lot of feminine products. I've never seen so many pads in my life and so many kinds.

"How many brands of pads do they have? Don't they all do the same thing?"

Wren giggles, "You of all people should know it's all about marketing." She does have a point.

Wren holds a pink and white box up in the air and wiggles it back and forth and begins to read it, "It says here, this one can tell me how many weeks I am."

"Then get that one."

She flips the box over, "It comes with four, Reese. I only need one."

I grab the box from her hand and examine it, "I don't know...as much as you and Draven hump, you might need all of them." She smacks my arm so hard it echoes through the store, "What? It's the truth. You two hump like rabbits. Why not reproduce like them too?"

She rolls her eyes and snatches the box out of my hand and walks to the check out. The cute cashier scans the box and places it in a bag.

"That will be thirty-dollars and ninety-six cents."

Wren goes to hand the lady her card, but I beat her to it, sliding my card in the slot. She looks at me in annoyance, "You didn't have to do that. I could have bought it."

I don't bother to answer her. The cashier hands me the bag and I head for the exit. Once we were both in the car, I noticed Wren was fiddling nervously with her purse.

"Are we headed back to your place?"

She pounders around with my question for a few seconds before answering, "Even though I'm upset with him, he does have the right to know."

She's a better person than I am. If I was her, I'd let them sweat it out. I decided it would be best to keep my thoughts to myself and take her home. To be honest I was a little surprised to still see Draven's car parked in front of her house. I thought for sure he would have bailed.

When we walk in the house, Draven is sitting on the steps with his head buried in his hands. He looks up when I close the door and stands. His eyes are red as if he was crying and his hair is a mess. He looks like hell.

I watch as he slowly approaches Wren and take her in his arms. If I was him I would be on my knees begging for forgiveness. Wren hesitates for a moment before wrapping her arms around his torso.

"I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking," he begins. His voice is horse. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded, I swear. I was scared. I never thought in a million years that I would ever be a father."
He's not the only one. I thought for sure I would be a father before him.

Wren stays quiet and lets him continue, "I swear if you're pregnant, I promise I will be there for you and the baby."

Even though I'm still pissed at the way he reacted, I believe every word that's coming out of his mouth and so does she. Draven would never openly admit he was scared.

Wren pulls her head back and looks up at him, "We can be scared together." She then kisses him softly on the lips.

They are too mushy for me. I clear my throat gaining both of their attention, "Can we get this over with? I want to know."

Wren pulls away giggling, "You are the most impatient person I know."

I am. It's a habit that I cannot break. I hand Wren the bag and follow her and Draven up the steps. We both wait outside the door while Wren does her business. Draven is leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. When she was finished she opens the bathroom door and takes a seat on the side of the bathtub.

"What's it say?" Draven asks, taking a seat beside her.

"We have to wait five minutes," she tells him. Even I know that.

When it came time to look, Wren told Draven to tell her what it said. Of course he was being a big sissy about it so I picked it up and looked.