One week later.
"Are you pregnant?" Questioned Isabelle sitting beside Abigail on a large bed. They were both watching the news to see how everyone was still trying to process and handle the fact that creatures they thought were a myth walk amongst them.
Abigail almost choked on her glass of blood after hearing the random question. "What the hell! What on earth would make you think that?" she asked, wiping away the blood she coughed out from her lips and chin.
"Xavier has not let you out of this place for this whole week and every time I come visit you, you are in bed. So I'll ask again, are you pregnant?" Isabelle wouldn't be surprised if her friend was pregnant. From what she knew, this was one of Abigail's longest relationships and she promised Xavier to be his queen. If he convinced her anti-romance friend to tell him she loved him, a baby might not be out of the question.
