17

                                    

                                          
The next morning I wake up alone. I roll over to see a note on my night stand from Damon,
                          
"Had to get started on prepping for the big fight coming up - I expect to find you back in this bed tonight. I love you."
                          
I smile at the note, I could almost imagine Damon writing it and debating whether or not to write 'naked' before the 'I love you'. I guess I'll just have to surprise him.
                          
True to my word I'm going to stay in the devils clubhouse until the 'war' is over. Once I'm dressed I head downstairs to the kitchen to prep some medical supplies in case - god forbid - there are serious injuries.
                          
Suddenly the rubbing alcohol smell gets to be too much and I lurch forward, I run to the bathroom in time to make it to the toilet. What the hell.
                          
And then it hits me - me and Damon's 'movie night', he didn't wear a condom. Shit. Shit. Shit. Damon is protective enough, if he finds out I think I'm pregnant I don't even want to know the level of lockdown I will experience. 
                          
Okay, maybe this is a fluke - a stomach bug or something. I need to take a test before I freak out. I clean myself up and head to the medical cabinet we have in the gym - it has everything and believe it or not that means it has pregnancy tests. Horny bikers what can I say.
                          
I take the test and head back upstairs to our room. I pee on the test and sit on the toilet while I wait. After a painful 5 minutes I look - Positive. Shit. 
                          
It's not that I don't want kids with Damon - it's just that the timing of this is less than ideal. I shove the test under my makeup bag when I hear someone knock on the door.
                          
"Hey Silver it's me" Reaper. What timing.
                          
I walk out of the bathroom and sit on the edge of me and Damon's bed, "What's going on?"
                          
"I was just wondering if you could give some insight into what Damon's thinking about my offer."
                          
"What offer?"
                          
Reaper looks absolutely shocked, "He didn't tell you? I officially offered him the VP position the other day - he said he had to think about it which shocked me. wow. Sorry Silver, thought you knew"
                          
"It's okay." My mind was racing, being VP of the devils has been Damon's dream for as long as I had known him - why was he hesitating.
                          
"Well I have to get back - I'll talk to you later Silver."
                          
As Reaper walked out I heard him mutter, "he tells you everything"
                          
I spent the rest of the day cleaning up the house while thinking about what Reaper had said, I was so lost in thought I barely noticed the time until all the devils came back from the warehouse where they practice fighting and store the weapons.
                          
I see Damon come in and I wave, he immediately smiles in relief - always so worried. 
                          
I nod up the stairs so that Damon knows where I'm going and I head up to our room. Damon comes in shortly after with two plates of food.
                          
"I'm just going to take a quick shower - don't wait for me to eat."
                          
I nod and dig in.
                          
When Damon finally gets out of the bathroom in just a pair of sweatpants I decide to bring up what Reaper told me earlier.
                          
"So Damon."
                          
"hmm" Damon had started eating the plate of food he had brought up.
                          
"I heard that Reaper offered you the VP position" Damon nodded but didn't look at me.
                          
"Yeah - I'm still thinking about it"
                          
"I'm surprised your hesitating to accept - you've always wanted to be VP"
                          
"Maybe I'm not sure I want it anymore", Damon wipes his mouth with a napkin.
                          
"What? Where is this coming from? Damon you have wanted this as long as I've known you, you've always wanted to follow in your dad's footsteps. What else do you want?"
                          
Damon finally looks at me "You."
                          
I chuckle, "Damon why not have both, I won't disappear when you become VP"
                          
"If. If I become VP. And now that we can have a real future together, we can start a family, I don't want to risk putting a target on your back...or our kids backs." I can tell that Damon has been thinking about this a lot. I'm also immediately reminded that I have to tell Damon about the pregnancy test.
                          
"well I mean we grew up here, we aren't completely fucked up"
                          
"That's not what I mean, Silvia in the past couple of months you have been held at gun point multiple times. I refuse to keep watching that happen - god forbid it happens when we have a family"
                          
"So that's it - we leave the Devils?"
                          
Damon lets out a heavy sigh, "They'll always be family - I just can't be VP"
                          
"How are we going to support these imaginary little ones you keep talking about?" knowing full well that our little one wasn't really all that imaginary.
                          
"I don't know - I could work as a mechanic, take odd jobs around the city."
                          
"No offence Damon, but I'm a better mechanic than you. Plus the money you're used to from the Devils isn't going to come from a 9 to 5 job."
                          
"Silvia why are you fighting me so hard on this? We can figure it out as we go along - we have time"
                          
I look down at my lap, "Because I want you to go for what you want, you've always wanted to be VP. Also we may have less time than you think"
                          
Damon sits closer to me and takes my hand in his "What are you talking about Silvia?"
                          
"Go look under my makeup bag in the bathroom"
                          
Damon looks confused, but follows my instructions. I'm honestly a little worried as Damon goes in the bathroom - I know Damon said the other night he wanted kids but god this is quick. 
                          
Damon comes out of the washroom with his head down seemingly mesmerized by the test, "You're pregnant?"
                          
I can't read Damon's tone of voice and it's making me nervous, "Yeah - at least the test says so, I should go to a doctor to be sure. I think it was our movie night, I wasn't on birth control when Dean was gone and I had just started back up again - it obviously didn't have enough time to kick in."
                          
Damon didn't say anything he just kept staring at the test, "Damon please say something - you're scaring me" I could feel tears start to well up in my eyes.
                          
"I just need a minute." Again I couldn't tell what Damon was thinking, and frankly it's driving me crazy. I get off the bed and walk past Damon to get out the door, I head to Reapers office - I need a phone.
                          
Luckily Reaper isn't in his office, I dial the number I have memorized - on the second ring I get through, "Angel I need you to pick me up - in a car please."