Future Sydrian

The moment I got home I ran to the restroom and threw up. There was no obvious reason as to why I was sick and I wondered if I'd have to go to the doctor. I didn't eat anything questionable since I always cooked my own food. It was just a normal, regular day at work in the shop.

But on the drive home, my stomach had began to churn and I'd briefly wondered if it was from car sickness. I immediately dismissed that ridiculous thought. I lie back on my couch and put a hand to my head. I didn't feel hot, but I didn't want to get a thermometer and check to see if I had a fever.

I could feel my eyelids closing and practically welcomed sleep at this moment. I was bone tired.

"Sage." It amazed me how much emotion Adrian could put into that one word alone. At the moment, that emotion was disapproval.

"What?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Don't play stupid with me. You know exactly what."

I sighed and walked over to where he was seated on his hideous, yellow couch. Not that I'll ever tell him that. I sat down and immediately he put an arm around me. It didn't even matter if we were fighting; if that's what we were even doing.

"It's reckless, Sage. It could get you in trouble or worse." There was no need to explain what 'worse' was. Adrian had asked me a couple weeks ago about Reeducation. I'd cracked and told him. To say he was horrified and livid was putting it mildly. But all he had said was, "I'll never let them take you. They'd be damned if they tried." Looking at his determined face with his fiery emerald eyes burning, I had no doubt in my mind that he meant what he said.

"It's not reckless," I said defiantly. Although, that was a lie.

He gave me one of his disbelieving looks, but I held my ground. It was my choice to make. My decision. Even if it was a stupid decision.

Almost as if he could read my mind he said, "It's suicidal."

"Don't exaggerate," I say rolling my eyes. "She's my sister. She would never turn me in."

"Are you sure about that?" he asked.

I open my mouth to answer, but I couldn't seem to find anything to say. Am I sure? She is my sister, after all. Family comes first, right? I bite my lip and Adrian gives me a triumphant look.

"See? You're not sure. You have to realize somewhere in that wonderful, analytic brain of yours that this is wrong and could only end disastrously."

I didn't want to admit that he was right. The idea had hit me out of nowhere and I had driven over to Adrian's apartment in frenzy. As I told him of my plan, he had gotten noticeably paler. When I finished all he said was, "No. Absolutely not. Dammit, Sage! Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

That, of course, sparked my anger and I had responded in kind telling him that he had no right to dictate what I did or said in my life. And from then on, it was like Armaggedon. He seemed to get madder and madder while I grew more tired with each passing moment.

I leaned farther into the couch trying to tune him out. She's my sister. She would never turn me in. Even if I do tell her that I am hopelessly in love with a vampire, would she?

Argh! This is so…confusing. And tiring.

"Adrian," I sigh. But I don't know what to say. I just want him to be quiet. Just a second ago I was angry. Pissed, actually. But I didn't want to fight anymore. Not with Adrian. "I don't want to fight."

"And I don't want you to tell your sister," he said simply.

"Fine," I said, "You seem to always get your way." I laughed.

He laughs, too. "I do, don't I?" he muses.

I roll me eyes. He was so full himself, but I knew that I wouldn't want him any other way. He pulled me onto his lap and I gasped with surprise.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"I don't know," he shrugged," but isn't this the type of things couples do?"

"I don't know, either. I mean, my only boyfriend was Brayden and he… Well, that wasn't exactly a relationship. But you've been with a lot of girls. Surely, you know…" I trailed off.

"I wouldn't exactly call those relationships," he said carefully.

I changed the subject. I did not want to go down that road.

I nuzzle his cheek with my nose and sigh deeply, inhaling his expensive perfume.

"I love you, you know?" he asked. I pull back and look into his eyes. Although, we've been together for a few months now I haven't been able to say them back. I don't know why; I know that what Adrian and I have is strong and powerful, but I can't say those three little words. Maybe I have commitment issues? No, that's not true.

"I know," I say smiling.

"Good," he says, and tugs me closer to him until I'm on his lap.

I abruptly wake up when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, it's just me, Sage," says a familiar voice. I look up and find myself ensnared by two hypnotizing emerald eyes.

"Hey," I say back, smiling.

"You were dreaming," he says.

"How do you know that?" I ask.

"Your aura," he replies. Oh, right.

"I was actually reliving a memory," I tell him. This captures his attention and he sits down beside me and draws me onto his lap.

"Which memory?" he asks curiously.

I smile and say, "Our first fight."

His smile drops and he squeezes me tighter.

"Adrian?" I ask hesitantly. His sudden change in character was abrupt, more than usual.

"I was right." He doesn't sound smug. He sounded sad. "She turned you in and they ended up taking you away."

His voice sounds so melancholy and sad, I felt my heart break.

"Those were the worst months of my life, Sydney. I thought I'd never see you again. I had no idea where you were, or if you were even alive. I thought..."

He chokes up a bit at the end and I grab his chin so he could look at me.

"Hey," I say gently looking at him. "I'm fine; I'm here. We're together and I'm not going anywhere."

I didn't want to dwell on those horrible months of my life when I was in Reeducation. Besides, it's been five years now and I was with Adrian.

For a few tense seconds he says nothing. And then he smiles and I know he's back in reality with me.

"You're right. Sorry," he says. He brings his lips down to mine and pecks me lightly. He brushes his lips across mine lightly and murmurs," I know what'll make me feel better."

I laugh and he grins mischievously. He begins trailing kisses up and down my neck and I arch my back, giving him better access. He eagerly accepts it and I curl my fingers in his hair.

He groans and I pulled a bit harder.

"You're killing me, Sage." I grin but then I feel my stomach turn and leap off his lap. Oh no.

"What..." I run towards the bathroom and don't hear the rest of his sentence. I pull the lid of the toilet up and throw up. I continue retching until there's nothing left. I feel his hands at the base of my neck massaging me. His hands are wet and cool, which feel heavenly on my overheated body.

"Didn't know I was that horrible a kisser?" he asks jokingly, but I can hear the worry in his voice.

"It's not you,"I say. I already had a suspicious theory as to why I was sick. I didn't want to tell him until I knew for sure, but at the same time I wanted him to share this experience with me. I wanted him to wait with me as I waited uncertainly on a stick that will forever change my life. Our lives.

I look up at him and sigh, "I think I might be pregnant."

His whole body freezes with shock and his eyes widen. He stares at me with huge eyes not saying anything before the most glorious smile I've ever seen spreads across his face.

"A baby?" he asks. "A baby!" Then he pulls me up toward him and engulfs me in a hug that lifts me off my feet. I laugh at his enthusiasm.

"Adrian, put me down."

He puts me down immediately and then does something truly shocking. He goes down on his knees and pressed his face against my stomach. I stand stock still.

"I don't hear a heartbeat or anything, but it might be too early for that." He stays on the ground for another minute before he stands up and takes my face between his hands.

"How do you feel about this?" he asks gently.

How do I feel about this? I honestly don't know. I guess the reality of the situation hasn't hit me yet because I might not be.

"I don't know," I confess.

"Do you want to keep him?" he asks.

I stare at him, shocked. "Of course I do." His whole body sags with relief. "And how do you know it's a boy?"

"I don't know," he shrugs. "Just a guess."

"Oh," I say.

"Do you want me to go get a pregnancy test?" he asks, barely concealing his excitement. I smile and nod my head.

He gives me a quick kiss and then he's out of the house. I sit down on the couch and think about all that's happened today. Why am I not feeling anything? I was telling the truth when I told Adrian that I wanted to keep this baby. How could I not? It was a mixture of Adrian and I. Of our love.

I put a hand to my stomach and wonder how this will change our lives. Because it will. Adrian and I never talked about kids but I always had a suspicion that he wanted kids and his reaction proved me right. But me? I never thought about kids.

I hear the car doors open outside and stand up in surprise. That was fast. Adrian comes barreling through the door and hands me the plastic bag.

"I got two, just to be sure," he says nervously.

"That's fine," I mutter. I walk to the bathroom and when I'm about to close the door I see that Adrian has followed me.

"What?" I ask.

"I want to be there," he says, pouting.

"No." I say firmly. I know that you have to pee on the stick and there was no way Adrian was seeing that.

"Why not?" he asks. Then he smirks. "I've seen you in all kinds of way, Sage. That's why we're here in the first place."

My cheeks flare slightly but I refuse to stand down. After a bit more pouting, he reluctantly agrees to stand outside. I shake my head. If I did turn out to be pregnant, I would have two kids to take care of.

After peeing on the stick, I call Adrian in. He comes in and immediately wraps his arms around my waist.

"How long do we have to wait?" he asks.

"About three minutes," I respond quietly. He nods and we both stand in companionable silence.

"It's been three minutes," he says and grabs the stick off the counter. He looks at it and purses his lips.

"Well?" I ask.

"I don't know," he says. I stare at him.

"What don't you know?" I ask impatiently.

"It has one stick on it," he says showing me.

"It's supposed to," I say rolling my eyes.

"I thought it'd just say 'Pregnant' or 'Not Pregnant'" He admits. I laugh and grab the box from the trashcan.

"One line means pregnant," I say.

"Really?" he asks excited but cautious.

"Really," I echo. And then I feel it. A pleasant, warm feeling bubbling up in me. Happiness. I feel moisture gathering up in my eyes and blink rapidly. A tear falls down my cheek and Adrian swipes it away with his thumb.

"Is that good?"

I look up at him and grin. "It's great."

He hugs me and I rest my head on his chest. A family. With Adrian.

So I didn't really know how to end this one, but I hope I did it justice. Please Read and Review. :)