"Will you just stahhhp?" I whined. "Aspen, if you move one more thing out of the way, I'm seriously going to smack you."

Aspen was going to be one those fathers. I could tell. Ever since I told him, he was treating me like I was some kind of snowflake on a lily pad, fragile. It was seriously starting to piss me off. I was pregnant, not a piece of glass for God's sake! He only just frowned at me and ignored my almost-empty threats. "Excuse me for trying to help," he said.
"Moving a freaking table out of the way every time I go near it isn't helping. I trip over things. Big deal. Just as long as you catch me when I fall, it's all good." I went around him, beating him to the front door so he wouldn't open it for me. Most girls would squeal over the idea of their boyfriend opening a door for them. Not this girl. At least, not when he only did it because I was pregnant.
We walked the distance to his house. He seemed happy, happier than normal, anyway. Going to his house was always nice, we were almost always alone, which was nice. It had this easy atmosphere about it, calming, while my house was always full of energy of some sort. I was always on edge in there. His house was...different. I felt more at home there than I ever did at my own. Whenever I was around his parents, which was rare, his mom wasn't waiting with cookies and his dad wasn't monitoring our every move. They just let us do our thing and left almost immediately after our arrival. Maybe I scared them (I wouldn't blame 'em) or maybe they just didn't want to know what he was doing with some girl like me. Who knows? I couldn't even tell if they liked me or not.
Strange enough, when we walked in the front door, his parents seems to be waiting for us in the front room. This couldn't be good. His mom, blonde hair piled high on her head, dressed business-casual, had her hands on her hips. His father, salt-and-pepper hair cropped short, dressed in a suit, had his arms across his chest. I could have sworn I saw a muscle flutter in Aspen's father's jaw. Ah, crap.
"Mom? Dad?" Aspen seemed about as puzzled as I was. Why were they here? "What are you doing here?" Yeah, what he said. "I thought you had an - um, meeting." All I knew about them was they were the head of some company I've never heard of.
"The Court isn't too happy about this, Aspen." His mom let out a sigh. "What have you done?"
Court? "Court?" I asked out loud. I looked at Aspen, and he acted like he didn't notice.
"I don't care what the Court thinks. I love her." Aww, that was sweet. I felt a shiver of pleasure run through me.
"Wait, what Court?" I asked again. Once again, ignored. However, Aspen's mom just came right over to me and lifted my shirt and put her hands on my abdomen. I slapped at her hands. "Hey! Get you hands -" My stomach got really warm. "...off...of...me?" What the hell? I looked over at Aspen. "What is she...doing?" My head began to swim. "Crap. Catch me, damn it..." And that was when I fainted.

* * *

I awoke to familiar hands holding one of mine and staring at the ceiling.
"Hey." His voice circled me like an embrace. "Sleepy head."
"Don't pull that on me. I wasn't sleeping and you know it." I sat up and grabbed my head. "Whoa. Head rush." He reached for me. "I'm fine, I'm fine!" I snapped.
He looked hurt. "Jeez, who crapped in your Cornflakes?"
I stared him down. "Don't act like you don't remember anything. Why do I feel like I have a hangover? Why is everything so vivid? What the hell did you mom do to me? What aren't you telling me? Give me answers. Now."
"Well, there are some little things that I haven't told you. For example, Mom and Dad are king and queen of all things supernatural, making me the heir to the throne. And, well, let's just say that some other important people aren't too happy about our...situation."
I always wanted to marry a prince...
But I didn't want to live this kind of fairytale...