I honestly don't know where I'm going with Faye's pregnancy.. Blah.

Enjoy!

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I moaned softly as Jackson peppered kisses down my neck and jawline, his hands making soft movements along my sensitive skin. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear and tugged my bra off my chest before reaching up and-

I woke with a start, a sweating and slightly panty mess. I squeezed my eyes shut again and then reopened them. I never have dreams like that.. Why the hell am I having them now?

Ever since I found out I was pregnant, and come to think of it: before I found out, I have had the weirdest cravings, dreams, and hormonal issues.. I always, always, want anything salty. Especially fries. Damn fries sound good right now..

Anyways, I also keep having dreams like the one I just had. They feel so real, that when I wake up I'm a damn horny sweaty mess. It pisses me off to no end because I want it to stop. I have ambushed poor Jackson more than once.

And then there's my hormonal issues. One minute I'll be sitting there enjoying myself in a really good book, the next I'd be sobbing my eyes out for no reason. This was worse than being on a period.

And through all of this, nobody knows. Not even Jackson, yet. It's been about a week since I found out and I'm still trying to figure out how it's possible that I'm pregnant right now.

Of course Jackson and I always used protection, but that's not what got me confused. When I was shot a while back by a robber, I was told that my chances of getting pregnant were extremely low and if I did somehow manage to conceive successfully I would have an over 90 percent chance of losing the child during pregnancy.

See how I'm feeling right now? It's not that I'm happy, really. I'm actually really excited.. But the problem is that I have a less than ten percent chance of giving birth.

I know I should talk to Jackson; I think that it would help with some of the breakdowns and worries I was going through. But if I do tell him, he probably will want me to stop my training. And I should not be stopping any of my training at all. It's something I need badly, for defense and offense purposes.

I've also been blocking Leto from my thoughts, which is worrying and frustrating her deeply. She cooperates with me, but she won't really talk to me much, and I don't blame her really. I kind of deserve it. I just don't want anyone to know yet, though. Not yet.

I released a sigh as I slid off the bed and ran a hand through my slightly damp hair. I got up and went for a shower. When I was done, I went downstairs to get some food to fill my stomach and to keep it from growling.

I realized I would be eating for two now, and I glanced down at my stomach with a softening feeling in my chest. Someone was growing inside me.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall as a wave of fear, excitement, and surprise hit me all at once. My heart raced in my chest, my palms became sweaty. I wasn't ready for parenthood. But I couldn't wait to hold a baby.

I push off against the wall and continue my quest for food in the kitchen. I open the cabinets and the fridge, searching through the contents without luck.

"Cravings?" I jumped at the voice and whipped around. Lucy was leaning against the archway of the kitchen, her eyes studying me calmly.

"W-what?" I shut the door of the fridge and back up against the counter, gripping the edge behind my back with my hands.

"I said," Lucy says slowly, her nose wrinkling at me, "cravings."

"Why do you think I'm craving something?" I ask stupidly, a nervous bubble rising in my chest as I tried to hide the emotion.

"Faye I'm not stupid," Lucy chided bluntly. "You're pregnant."

The palms of my hands dug into the counter harder as I try to keep the shaking from being visible. "How-"

"-did I know?" she finished for me, standing up straight and uncrossing her arms. "The last week you've been asking for anything and everything salty, you've been sick to your stomach, and you have been having bipolar moments that would make Ken proud." She strides over to me until she's a few feet away.

"H-have you told anyone?" I asked her, slumping my shoulders in defeat.

"No," she replied, shaking her head and tugging her ponytail for a moment.

The ball of nervousness unraveled in my chest. I released a soft breath of relief, causing Lucy to smile a little bit. "Thank you," I said quietly. "Have long have you known?"

"I found the box two days ago," she told me, shrugging her shoulders and tapping the counter with her fingers. "I suspected, but I wasn't sure. So I snooped through your bathroom."

She didn't sound a tiny bit embarrassed, not even a bit sheepish. Lucy smiled at my expression, which was probably surprise. I probably shouldn't be surprised by Lucy's lack of shame, since she's done worse before.

One time, when we were 12, Lucy made an attempt to break into a gas station that was closed for repairs. Of course, she dragged me with her on her little shenanigan despite my protests against it. She had pick locked the boarded up doors and forced them open. I honestly have no idea to this day why she would break into a shut down has station. There was literally nothing in there for her to take if that's what she wanted.

Thankfully, we made it out before someone noticed the door open from the other stores around. I did, however, get grounded for a whole month for being out after ten at night on a school day. Lucy never asked me to do something like that again.

"So you found the box," I summed up, running a hand through my soft blonde hair. "Then you added up the symptoms and put the puzzle together."

Lucy nodded in confirmation, fiddling with a decoration sitting on the counter. "Yes, I did."

I was curious, so I asked slowly, "..And your reaction?" I prepared myself for an answer that would be negative.

A smile appeared on her face as she gazed at the object in her hand, then set it down. "My first thought?"

"Yes," I emphasized, now wanting to know. It was obviously something that would end up being joked about if she was smiling like that.

"I thought: I damn well better be the godmother," Lucy answered, her face widening as her smile did.

I released a laugh at that, shaking my head at her and smiling. "I'm pregnant, and the first thought you have is that you want to be the godmother?"

"You asked," she pointed out, spreading her hands in front of her in a 'what?' motion. "Geez. Stop laughing, bitch."

"Make me, Jerk," I retorted playfully as we grinned at each other.

Lucy chuckled and then looks out the window. "It's a nice day," she noted, then turning to face me. "Want to go to the village and get something to eat? I'm sure they have salty foods."

My stomach growled in response and she glanced at it, shook her head, and told me, "I will take that as a yes."

I smiled, pushing off the counter and towards the stairs. "Let me go get my phone, then we can go."

"Alright." She nods and stands at the bottom of the steps, waiting.

I go up to my room and grab my phone, sticking it into the pocket of my jeans before climbing back downstairs. "Okay, let's go."

Lucy nodded and opened the door for me, then shut it behind us when we were outside. We walk down to the village in a silence, one that wasn't awkward or tense.

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"Are you sure you don't want anything else?" Lucy asked me, taking a sip of her Pepsi through her straw. She sucked the last of the soda and scowled when it empties.

"I'm good," I assure her, finishing off my water and pushing my empty plate towards the middle of the table. "That was delicious."

"Mine was a bit too well done," sighed Lucy, wrinkling her nose at the half-eaten steak.

"Why did you not ask for another?"

"And wait for it while you have to eat?"

I felt bad instantly, looking down at my lap. "I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing."

"Sorry."

She raised an eyebrow at me, shaking her head and switching her eyes to be flatscreen as a touchdown was made. Many people jumped up, yelling like a bunch of banshees.

Lucy turned back to me and bit her lip. "So have you figured out when to tell your parents and Jackson?"

I dropped my eyes to the table at the question, just remembering that only half of my worry was settled. I still have to tell my parents, Jackson, Quince, and Jordan.

"No." I rubbed my face in a stiff frustration. "I don't know how to tell them, Luce. It's.. It's as if I could change everything."

Lucy sighed softly and put a hand over mine. "The thing is, Faye, it will change everything." I winced, but she continued, "Pregnancy always changes everything, but that doesn't mean those changes will be bad. Good things come from changes like this." She nods to my stomach.

"Not if it is me, though," I replied quietly, not meeting my cousin's eyes. "Remember when I was shot-"

"Don't," she said sharply, taking my hand and gripping it tightly. "..Don't think about that. That is not going to help you. It won't."

"But-"

"No buts," she cut me off sternly, her eyes fiery. "That child will be born healthy, or so help me I'll go find that idiot who shot you and ring his neck."

I smiled weakly at her, giving her a side hug. "You're right.."

"Damn right," she snorted, patting my back in comfort. "Now, let's go tell your family."