The Host

Chapter 6

I'm drawing a picture of a dog that I saw today, when there's a knock on my door.
"Come in," I say.
Logan walks in.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see my favorite girl in the whole world," he says.
"I'm your sister."

"And? I have to protect you for the rest of our lives. What's up with you and Ian?" Logan says, raising an eyebrow.
"None of your business," I say.
"I'm older than you by two years."
"You're going to control me?"
"No, I'll just be more overprotective."
"Great."

Ian walks in, through the open door.
"What's going on?" he asks.
"Logan was just leaving," I say.
I give him a look, Logan sighs and leaves.
"BE GOOD WITH HER!" Logan shouts from down the hallway.
"What's going on???" Ian asks, almost shouting.

"Promise me that you won't tell anyone, he doesn't want me to tell anyone," I say.
Ian rolls his eyes. "I promise."
"Logan is my brother."
"What?!? He's your-"
I stop him with a kiss. That usually shuts him up, he does that to me to shut me up.
"Yeah, I'll shut up," he says, smiling.

He kisses me again.

* * *

One week later...

After talking with Logan, I rush to a toilet in the bathroom. I throw up. Then someone comes and sits down beside me. It's Melanie. She grabs some toilet paper and wipes my face.
"Let's bring you to Doc," she says.
I nod.

We go to Doc.

* * *

"I have some news for you, Wanda," Doc says, walking to us.
"How sick am I?" I ask.
"You're not sick. You're pregnant."