A LITTLE RAIN BEFORE THE RAINBOW

A Shiver Fanfiction by sm912e

CHAPTER THREE

Author's Note: I just want to say that I am overwhelmed by the great and kind reviews from all of you, I love you all! At first I wasn't really confident about this, me being just a teenager. I don't know anything about babies, giving birth, werewolves, marriage, and boys. I actually think I'm too young to write this (I can't tell you how old I am because I know you'll be surprised if you know), and I was thinking of not writing this for a while, and maybe continue when I know/feel that I am old enough and have more knowledge or experience (like having a boyfriend myself!). I'm really sorry, but I really thank you all for reading and all your support. Don't forget about this story – wait and it might be continued in a few years! But for now, here is the next chapter, I don't think it's finished yet but I'm pretty sure I won't finish it. Once again, thank you (:

Grace

I know Sam and Isabel and my parents (if they knew) and probably Cole would think I'm crazy. But I just couldn't shake away that vision in my mind, of Sam and I and a little baby on our hands. I had imagined all kinds of different scenes that could happen if the baby was still inside me right now. We could be a family. And I still want it to happen.

It seemed like this kitchen has held a dozen memories of us and our struggle to stay together. Again, we had sat around this kitchen table, Sam feeling very fidgety next to me, Cole sitting up straight across us. He had a notebook filled with unreadable scribbles and he had dark circles under his eyes. It hurt me to think that he had been sitting up late for nights to figure out my problems.

"Okay, so listen up," Cole said, unsmiling. "I've been doing some speculation, and this is my theory. Your womb was fertilized around August, correct?"

Sam and I nodded.

"And so you were supposed to give birth at May, right?"

I gulped and tried to hold back my tears. I nodded, focusing on the wall next to Cole's head instead.

Cole sat even more upright, his face serious. "And so here's what I think: you know the Biology stuff about inheritance, how our child will inherit some of the parents' traits, depending on whether which trait from one of the parents are dominant and recessive?"

I tried to think and so I just followed Sam's nods. I really hope he understands because I had lost it. My mind was too full and I just couldn't think. Even after two nights I still wake up crying in the middle of the night.

"Well, I think that your baby has inherited both of your traits: werewolf. Even though you are not werewolves anymore, you still have the genes on your DNA and it is inherited to your baby. And so since this is the month of January, the baby has changed inside Grace's womb, but because the baby isn't fully developed yet, especially adding that the space is too small, the baby was too weak and so, well… died."

Tears streamed down my face as I heard the last word. Cole looked really sorry and awkward, while Sam rubbed my back slowly and reassuringly. I wiped my nose and nodded to Cole. Now he was mostly only addressing Sam, which was fine for me.

"So what I think is that Grace's egg cell should be fertilized between the months of February to April, to avoid the baby from changing before time," Cole concluded.

I recovered, thought for a while, did some calculations, and spoke up, "But I will still be pregnant on November, it would be cold already, what if the baby changes then?"

"I know, and this is the tricky part. We should get the baby out – "Cole hesitated because of the language he used, but I didn't react and so he continued, "Before it gets too cold, which would be October, or even earlier. I've thought about all the possibilities but the ones with the least risks are: 1) We move to another place which is warm and suitable for birth. But that means you will have to go to another hospital with another doctor you might not like. And the journey would be too dangerous for a pregnant woman."

Sam and I exchanged looks. I didn't want to give birth in an unknown tropical place, but if it's the only choice I've got I would. "What is the other plan, then?" Sam asked.

"Grace doesn't give birth normally, instead the baby will be taken out by surgery prematurely," Cole said, and the room suddenly became really quiet. "I don't know how truly risky this is, because I am not a surgeon. But based on my knowledge and my hunch, it will probably be too risky if the baby is supposed to be still in your womb for two more months. And there is also the problem of the baby changing after you give birth. There is a huge possibility to that."

I weighed my options. Sam sighed and closed his eyes and I know how tired he was, thinking of all of this and taking care of me. I feel so guilty for keeping Sam and Cole at this condition. I suddenly felt tired myself. I didn't want to think about this for the moment. I just want to curl up with Sam like we used to.

But I can't. We will rest when this is done, but I have to be strong right now.

I looked at Sam and his tired eyes stared back at me as if saying, what do you want me to do now? I took a deep breath and said, "I prefer the second option. What do you think?"

Both Sam and Cole looked at me incredulously. Now I am almost one hundred percent sure they think I'm crazy. And then Sam said quietly, "I think you should stop all this dreaming and hallucination and forget about all this."

I sighed. I knew he would say that. "You know what Sam? If you're not into this, then it's fine with me. I'm still going to do it anyway, even if you don't want to! It's my body and I can decide what I want to do with it," I stopped to look at his reaction, but I couldn't help but continue, "You have always been so safe, trying to act normal and as expected. Well, I'm tired to acting; I am tired of waiting for something that isn't going to happen. It's time you do, too."

I turned around, refusing to look at me. The tears had come back, I don't know if they're because of my anger or my sadness. Maybe both. I wanted to run out of the room but I couldn't and everything felt so horrible, as if everything that happened to me had happened because of a reason, and the reason is to break me apart.

And then Sam stood up and walked outside.

I sat there, staring at the empty wall, my vision blurred with tears. I turned my head to look at Cole, still not moving in his chair across from me. I put my elbows on the table and rubbed my eyes with my knuckles. "What do you think, Cole?" I said my voice strange because of all the crying and harsh words.

Cole was still looking at me intently. "Using my common sense, I agree with Sam." I cleared my nose with a tissue. "But looking at it on your point of view, I would prefer the first option. You should really consult your doctor, though." And then I saw it in his eyes, the glint of hope and belief that I would make it. And I knew that way deep in his heart, Cole St Clair would like to prove his theory correct once more.

To be continued...