Title: Shiver
Rating: M
Summary: "Always expect the unexpected." A one night stand leaves Jack with some extra baggage.

Here's one big Review Reply for: Elfvamp1-13-97, HelenofIllium, Iris Knotwise, EvilBunny101 (thanks for reviewing twice), Lightning8star, Lauraxxx, Sliver of Melody, Silenced22, Christinadizzle, Typhoid-Candy, Grace Tempest, Freja of Valhalla, Jbpiggy, Lemmonpie and Kids-These-Days.

Thank you all for your support. It means so much to me that you take the time to read and review. Honestly, I can't think of the right words that can completely describe how thankful I am...

I think you've waited long enough for this…

Disclaimer: Some of these words are not my own. They belong to someone that I'm so desperately trying to forget about. Besides that, I own nothing.

Chapter Eleven

"Hmm...Jonathan Chase Mercer." She said with a smile and giggled slightly as his fingertips gently tickled her fair skin while it moved up and down her forearm.

"He sounds like he belongs in the OC…" He stated. "My son's gonna be a rocker…"

"Well, we don't even know if the baby is a boy. It could be a girl…"

"Audrey, it's gonna be a boy."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Don't start Mercer," she cautioned as the telephone erupted into a series of loud rings. "Hello?" Audrey said.

Jack heard the voice on the other end speak, and watched as Audrey's eyes widened. "Who is it?" He mouthed to her.

Audrey covered the mouth piece with her hand, "It's my mother!"

"Ohh man you are fucked. You are so fucked, it ain't even funny," Bobby said as he took another swig from his beer.

"You're telling me," Jack responded, moving his finger up and down the side of his empty shot glass as he and Bobby sat in a smokey bar. "I wouldn't be so worried if Audrey wasn't so scared of her mother. I mean, you know Audrey; this woman must be a piece of work."

Bobby's body shook with stints of small laughs, "Have I told you lately how incredibly fucked you are?"

"You're a big fucking help Bobby, thanks." Jack said as he waved down the bartender. "I'd like another one, but make this one a double."

"So when's she visiting?" Bobby asked. "I wanna make sure I can witness this."

"Her plane from New York arrives tomorrow morning. Who knew doomsday would arrive so soon?"

"Cecilia Rose Clark is the biggest bitch I know."

"Audrey, you can't say that about your mother!" Jack said surprised by her choice of words as he sat on their bed, watching Audrey struggle to find something to wear.

"It's true, Jack! She has no boundaries; she says what she wants, does what she wants, walks around with her nose in the air, criticizes every little thing I do…"

Audrey stood in the midst of a disaster. Piles of jeans, shirts, skirts, and dresses were scattered around their room, and she still had nothing that would be appropriate for the occasion.

"She's going to verbally tear you to shreds within two seconds of meeting you." Audrey walked over to the end of the bed. "And then she's going to notice that I'm pregnant, and that will cue the start of the 'bastard child' remarks."

Jack was quiet for a moment, and then said, "I think you're freaking out a little bit."

"You would be too if you knew my mother. You wait, just wait…" Audrey returned her attention back to the task at hand. "The Devil's about to walk into our household wearing Prada and carrying a five-hundred dollar purse. The sound of heels hitting the floor will give you nightmares after tomorrow."

"I don't think you're ready for this."

Jack's eyes moved in her direction and he unbuckled his seat belt. "Audrey, I'm fine. Now let's go--"

"Jack, I wouldn't be saying this if I thought you were ready. But I can tell that you're nervous and completely and totally scared shit-less right now, so I think that it's better if I just call her and--"

His hand moved quickly, covering her mouth and stopping her relentless talking. "Audrey, you doing that thing you do when you get all…flabbergasted. Stop babbling."

She darted her eyes at him and ripped his hand off her face. "I'm fine Jack. I'm not all…flabbergasted!" She mocked as he turned away from her and threw his head back on the driver's seat.

Jack groaned. "Let's go," he pushed, throwing the driver's door open, then closing it shut before walking over to her side of the car. He tapped on the window with his index finger and nudged his head towards the airport entrance. She rolled her eyes at this small gesture and unwillingly opened the door.

"I really don't want to do this, Jack. And I wish you would at least try to understand where I'm coming from, but I guess that will never happen since you're too fucking hardheaded." She said acidly, slamming the door shut and walking ahead of him.

Audrey's hormones were out of control as of the late, and Jack always seemed to be the one pressing the wrong buttons. He shoved his hands deep in his pockets and walked behind; keeping a safe distance back, but close enough to her so he wouldn't lose her in the large crowd.

They made a left turn towards a set of elevators to take them up towards the fifth terminal. As they filed in Audrey hoped for more than just the two of them to be there. But her wish was wasted and the elevator doors made a screeching close.

Jack rolled back and forth on the balls of his feet, hands still deep in his pockets. He looked out of the corner of his left eye at Audrey, who had a sudden interest in his nail beds. Her right eye flickered towards him, and her hands fell to her sides.

"I guess this is the part where I say that I reacted unfairly and I'm a hormonal bitch, isn't it?" She said finally breaking the sudden spell of silence that had fallen over the two.

"It would be nice," Jack admitted but soon regretted the honest statement when Audrey sent him a glaring look.

"Sorry," she said through gritted teeth. It was obviously forced, but it was better then nothing, Jack concluded.

The doors finally opened and Jack held a hand out for Audrey to grab. She glanced down at it, and then back at Jack's eyes. Her face twisted into a grimace and she placed hers in his.

"Let's just get this over with, okay?"

"Fine with me." Jack mumbled as she led the way out.

They barely made it halfway when Audrey froze in her steps. Jack stood next to her, perplexed by the sudden stop, but before he could ask his question was answered.

"Mom, we were just coming to get you," Audrey said, her voice sudden higher and the grip on Jack's hand suddenly tighter.

Cecilia Rose Clark didn't look like a monster. On her head was a pale yellow hat that rested on her fading golden locks. Her hands, placed one over the other in front of herself, held a small ivory handbag. She wore a pale yellow blouse paired with a matching pencil skirt. She almost looked harmless. Almost.

"My flight landed early. I've been wandering this place for hours. A competent daughter would've arrived early," She said, her eyes scanning over Jack. "And with less baggage then the visitor. Tell me Audrey, who is this…" She pursed her lips together in thought. "Rumpled, man with you?"

Jack's hand rested on her waist and Audrey looked up at Jack apprehensively. "Mother, this is Jack Mercer. He's my--"

"Audrey!" Her mother screeched causing travelers walking by to shoot the trio odd looks. "What in heaven's sake happened to your abdomen? It's absolutely repulsive of you to let yourself go like that!" Cecilia shouted, her face looking like she had smelled something horrible.

"Mother, if you just let me explain," Audrey took a deep breath in, her patience was fading—and fading fast.

"No man will find you attractive if they see you like this! We need to find you a respectable gym as soon as possible." She continued as Audrey's grip on Jack's hand tightened. He tried hard not to wince.

"Listen Mother! I don't need a gym; in fact, I'm not out of shape at all! The doctor says I'm under weight for the stage I'm in and to be quite honest, I don't really fucking care if some man finds me unattractive. Believe me, it's the very least of my worries right about now!" Audrey snapped, her chest moving up and down, her breathing heavy. Jack rubbed soothing small circles on her back with his free hand.

She pursed her lips again and furrowed her brows, creating deep creases along her wrinkled forehead. "So that means?"

"Jack Mercer is my boyfriend. And this," she placed a hand over her growing stomach. "Is your grandchild."

Her deep blue eyes darted from Jack to Audrey several times before she responded, "You were never the conventional type of woman, were you?"

Audrey's body stiffened at the words. "I suppose not."

Her mother let out a small "humph" and strode by the couple. She stopped a few inches behind them. She turned her head slightly to the right, and although neither of them was looking at her, they could feel her burning gaze. "We'll see how long the boy stays around for." Her stride continued and she spoke loudly over her shoulder at Jack. "Come on boy, my suitcases won't move themselves."

Audrey stared at Jack with apologetic eyes. "I'll take the one with wheels," she offered, grabbing the handle and walking slowly behind her mother.

Jack let out a heavy sigh. This was going to be harder than he thought.

Jack strummed a few cords on his guitar as he waited for Audrey to return from helping her mother settle into the guest bedroom. It was during times like these, when Jack felt absolutely helpless, that he turned to his guitar for solace. It was his safe haven; the one thing in the world that nothing or no one could take away from him.

His eyes glanced up at the sound of the bedroom door creaking open. There stood Audrey, the look exhaustion and agitation written all over her face. She quietly shut the door, and leaned her against it, "She's asleep."

"I didn't think vampires slept," Jack grumbled as Audrey crawled across the bed.

She groaned, resting her head on Jack's shoulder, her eyelids becoming heavier by the second. "I'm sorry Jack." It was an insignificant response. The damage already caused by her mother was almost too much to apologize for. "I really am sorry. She won't be here long I promise."

Jack rested his guitar against the wall closet to their bed. "I know," he replied wrapping his arms around Audrey's fragile frame. He kissed the top of her head and rested his lips there for a moment before speaking. "Why does it feel like everything is working against us? First Bobby comes and overstays his invitation, now your mother. I care about you Audrey, more than I had anticipated, and it kills me to know that we have so many obstacles to overcome so soon."

A weighty stillness filled the room and Audrey didn't even notice when Jack began to gently stroke her hair. The stillness seemed to hover for a moment, while the pair was deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Jack questioned finally shattering the awkward moment.

"I'm thinking that," She paused. "I'm thinking that none of this changes how I feel about you." She intertwined her hand in his and he began to rub his thumb against her smooth skin. "We've faced a lot already Jack. And I don't want this to hurt our chances of ever being something. I want this to make us stronger, and I think it will. You just have to trust me in knowing that everything will be alright. That I won't hurt you…you won't hurt me either, right?" She asked her voice shaky.

Jack smiled, leaned towards her and whispered in her ear softly, "The only way I would hurt you was by holding your hand too tightly."

Audrey smiled. "You're crazy, do you know that?" She said with a small laugh.

"Only for you baby," he responded, feeling Audrey shiver underneath him. They stayed like that for a while, entangled in each other's warmth.

"Come on, let's go to bed." Audrey said as she pulled the covers up from underneath the two of them. "We're gonna have one hell of a day tomorrow."

The next morning Jack awoke first, for the first time in a long time. He slipped out of bed with ease and tip-toed toward the door, opening and closing it hardly making a single sound. He advanced towards the kitchen, craving a decent cup of warm coffee.

"Good morning boy."

Jack flinched. He hadn't noticed her sitting there at the small table. "Good morning Cecilia," he replied.

She stared at him for a while as he made his way to the coffee maker. "Sit down when you're done."

Jack cringed at the statement. No, not statement. Demand. He cringed at the demand, and reluctantly did as he was told once the coffee began to brew.

"What's this all about," he questioned as Cecilia stirred a small amount of sugar into her morning tea.

She didn't waste anytime getting to the core of the matter. "You and my daughter are not a suitable pairing."

"I don't really think your opinion has any effect in our relationship, so if you could please keep it to yourself that would be great." Jack snarled.

She ignored his remark and pressed the issue. "You're not good enough for my daughter." She said emphasizing the 'you're' and 'my'. "My daughter was raised in a well-bred society. You can't possibly believe that she would settle for anything less then that, could you?"

"I know Audrey," Jack began ignoring the incessant noise the coffee machine was now making. "And I know she's not some prissy snob like you."

Cecilia laughed at the remark, obviously not letting it bother her. "You two are nothing alike. You're complete opposites, and it's only a matter of time before you two are at each other's throats."

"Audrey and I...aren't perfect." Jack admitted his eyes set intently on the woman in front of him. "We fight constantly over the stupidest things. We argue almost every minute of everyday. But people don't understand our relationship. We care so much about each other and that's why those stupid arguments make our bond stronger than ever. You can try all you want to break it. But you're just wasting your time."

Cecilia pursed her lips and tapped her index finger on them. "This bond you speak of…is it love? Are you saying you love my daughter?"

"If I said no, I'd be lying." Jack stood from the table and made his way back to the bedroom. "But then again, maybe I'm a good liar."

Author's Note: When I started this chapter, I had awakened a heart that hadn't loved another in a long time. But now, here at the end, I'm remembering why it was dormant for so long. It's hard to write a romance story when your heart is shattered. Well, not shattered, maybe a little broken. I decided to make this my outlet, turn all of my feelings into inspiration. Some of the words and conversations were ones that I had with someone, like the conversation between Jack and Audrey when they were laying in bed. I just twisted things around a little bit.

I know it took forever for me to update, but hopefully I can turn this…ending, into something more useful.

I just wanted to make one more point before my babbling ends. This is the second story of mine to reach over 100 reviews. You reviewers are phenomenal for various reasons, one being that you've stuck by me through these long periods awaiting an update. I hope this chapter was good enough for you fine folks.

Oh, but please excuse some mistakes I may have missed. I failed to send this over to a beta reader. The chapter was somewhat long and I was in a rush to let you read it.