Chapter Four

Logan POV

To say I was freaking out would be an understatement. I was far far beyond that. Isabeau had been in a coma for 3 days. And what made it worse was all I could do was sit around and wait. Geoffrey was still running tests on her blood and had found nothing so far and nobody had any idea on why she was in a coma. My response to that was to refuse to sleep, drink or leave the Geoffrey's lab, where Isabeau was being kept. This only put my family more on edge. Everyone had come to see Isabeau, but I refused to let them into the room. I was nervous could you blame me. By the third day it had gotten worse she was paling due to lack of feeding and would go into a critical condition within hours. I was sitting on her bed holding her hand feeling terrible.

It was all my fault.

I shouldn't have pushed her.

I should have listened to her.

I should have been a better boyfriend.

"Sorry..." I barley whimpered. I felt tears fog my vision and slowly roll down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry Issie..." I whispered holding back a sob. We had only been together for a few weeks, but I loved her more than anything. Not that I would ever tell Mum that. She would take it as a sign of weakness, but then and again she and Dad were in love... Eww! Erasing thought.

"Logan..." A crisp female voice whispered. Naturally I turned to the door to check it was Lucy or Solange.

Nobody.

Great.

Now I was going crazy.

I sighed and rested my forehead on the hand that wasn't holding Isabeau's.

"Logan." It was a clear familiar voice. When I looked up Isabeau's eyes were open. Big, green and open. I completely forgot about the machines hooked up to her and tackled her into an embrace. She didn't respond at first, but then she slowly wrapped her arms around me. I tucked my head into the crook of her neck and let the scent of her hair wash through my nostrils. Yes, she smelled of dog and other unrecognisable scents, but to me it was heaven.

"Hey." I said lamely into her neck.

"Hey." She whispered in a flawless accent. I released her slightly, so I looking into her eyes. Green and perfect.

"Uncle Geoffrey said to get you to drink when you wake up." I said softly, passing her a glass filled with a cherry red liquid. She laid her head on my lap, after she had chugged down the glass. "Do you feel better?" I asked. She nodded and kept quiet. She sure as hell looked better. She was gaining colour and wasn't looking as thin and frail as before. "Do you know why you fainted?" I asked quietly.

"No..." She seemed anxious and unsure. I sighed and shifted her hair to the side and began tracing shapes on her neck. My parents and the majority of my brothers had assumed it was stress from everything, carefully to not mention our relationship in the process. Quinn said she probably had her period, which earnt a broken nose from Lucy, a slap from Hunter and a shocked Solange, who claimed there was no upside to being a female vampire, who still didn't understand that vampires don't age and don't go through puberty properly. Lucy said she could get her mum to try and contact her using spirits and voodoo. I turned down the offer. Hunter said Isabeau hadn't been feeling well the day she fainted and would wake up any second.

I decided I liked Hunter's theory best.

Turns out she was right.

Well, about the 'wake up any second' part anyway, but Isabeau didn't seem to mention feeling sick or anything of the sort.

"Have you been crying?" She asked looking up at my face.

"No." I answered flatly, trying to make it believable.

"Logan your face is wet and your eyes are red and puffy." She said, edging her voice with her French accent. I felt like a complete idiot as I quickly wiped my face with the sleeve of my shirt. We both laughed though. After a few minutes Geoffrey came through the door, holding a clip board and pin.

"Ah... Isabeau you're awake." He said as Isabeau put away her sweet smile and swapped it with an unreadable expression. She sat up straight and looked at Geoffrey expectantly. "I have found something very unusual in your blood stream." He said. I tried to cover up my fast paced breathing, but failed miserably.

"What is it?" I asked my voice cracking. We are vampires, but we're not invincible. Vampire sickness isn't common, but it still exists. Most cases are short term, but most tend to be deadly and untreatable.

Probably why I was close hyperventilating.

"Isabeau it appears you're six days pregnant."

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