"Oh shit," I muttered, looking at the stupid stick. There was no way. But three of the same result couldn't be wrong. I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Maka, are you okay in there?" Tsubaki called from outside the bathroom. I jumped.

"Ye-yeah!" I called, cursing myself for stuttering. But could you blame me? My father was going to kill me. Then he was going to bring me back to life, make me watch him kill Soul, then kill me again. Tsubaki knocked on the door.

"Maka, calm down. Take deep breaths," Tsubaki instructed. I opened the bathroom door and shoved the stick in her face.

"You see that? That's my ticket for death row."

"It's going to be okay. The first thing we need to do is go see a doctor. These things aren't 100 percent, you know that."

"Tsubaki, nothing's wrong three times in a row. But you're right. I do need to see a doctor." I fiddled with the hem of my shirt. "Will you go with me?"

Tsubaki smiled warmly. "Of course I will."

By now, you have probably figured out what's happened, but for those of you who are still confused, let's rewind three weeks.

Three Weeks Ago

"Maka, you have to come to Black*Star's party! For me! I really don't want to have to go deal with the guys being drunk by myself!"

I sighed. Liz was trying to convince me that if I went to Black*Star's party, him, Killik, and Ox wouldn't get nearly as drunk as they normally do. I sighed again.

"Fine, I'll go. But don't even think about getting drunk yourself after complaining about the guys to me."

"Yay!" Liz cheered. "Now, we'll have to get you all gussied up for this. Don't give me that look, Maka, I know as well as you do that you want to look good for you-know-who."

A blush spread across my cheeks as I thought of the "you-know-who" she was talking about. I sighed in defeat, knowing it had been a bad idea to spill my guts about being in love with my weapon during a game of truth or dare.

"All right, fine, but nothing inappropriate!" I said, surrendering. I knew for a fact anything Liz put me in was going to be inappropriate, but at least now I could say I resisted.

About four torture-filled hours later, we were on our way to Kid's mansion, where Black*Star was hosting a party to celebrate Tsubaki becoming a deathscythe. My head felt a little heavy because my hair was down, falling in smooth waves down to the middle of my back. I felt a little taller in my three-inch leather boots, which reached up my calf. The dress I was wearing flowed around my knees, fluttering in the wind. Liz had described my look as "a nice change from the frumpy Spartoi member," but I wasn't sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. When I asked, Liz just smiled and said, "You'll see." Now I was really nervous.

As we neared the mansion, my stomach began to knot up, and I felt like I was going to be sick. Liz either didn't see my face or ignored it, because she threw open the double doors.

"I'm home!" she yelled, not caring if anyone heard her or not. By now I was shaking, and she took my hand and all about dragged me through the door. When I walked in, everyone stopped and stared. A blush crept across my cheeks, making me feel like a child dressing up in her mother's clothes and make up.

Pride getting in the way or embarrassment, I lifted my head and walked through the doors. I stopped in my tracks when I heard a few cat-calls float from the crowd. I flipped around and was almost out the door when Liz grabbed my arm and dragged me through the house, stopping at the punch bowl.

"Thirsty?" she asked, filling a dixie cup with the red liquid. I eyed it warily.

I took the cup. All the attention was making me thirsty, and I hadn't seen a cooler with any water in it yet. I took a sip, tasting something weird that I couldn't quite put my finger on, and shrugged. No one here was going to poison the punch, and I had just seen someone grab a cup before me. I stood around the table and sipped at my punch, people watching, when I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey, baby. Have we met before?" I flipped around, smiling at the familiar voice.

"Soul!" I grinned, throwing my arms around him. He had been on a solo mission for the past three weeks, and was finally home. We had agreed to meet here and just walk home together after the party.

"Did you die without me?" He asked playfully.

"Almost. You should've seen the big guy in the store who was hitting on me yesterday. I never had the lingering feeling that I was going to be raped before him." Soul laughed. God, how I'd missed that laugh. I finished off my drink and poured myself another. Soul looked down at me, concerned but still smiling.

"Woah, there. Do you have any idea what you're drinking?" Soul chuckled, his eyes glittering. I lifted my eyebrow.

"Yeah? I wouldn't be drinking it if I didn't." It was just kool aid. What was he so worried about.

"Okay, just making sure." He poured himself another cup and clinked his with mine. "To me coming home."

"Welcome home!" I cheered, downing the toast. I refilled my glass. "To me becoming the youngest three-star meister the DWMA has ever seen!"

"To the first seventeen-year-old three-star meister!" Soul cheered back at me, chugging his glass. We did this about three more times before I started getting dizzy. Soul and I kept laughing as he tried to keep me upright, as I was having a hard time standing.

"You know what, Soul," I slurred, beyond caring that I couldn't speak correctly. Soul grinned.

"What?"

"I got a secret for you. Come 'ere," I gestured for him to come closer. He did. "Closer." He lowered his head a little more. "Closer!" I stage whispered, erupting into giggles at my own impatience. Soul's face was just inches from mine. I could smell the punch on his breath as it tickled my face.

I closed the distance, pecking his lips with mine. I backed up a step, giggling. "The secret, is that I've wanted to do that for a looong time!" I whispered, tapping his nose with my index finger. I still had my arm around his neck. When he didn't answer me, I turned my head to look at him.

"Sou-?" I began, but was cut off by Soul's lips, kissing me desperately, almost needy. I immediately responded, letting the need I'd felt while he was away flow between us. Soul broke the kiss too soon, moving his lips to whisper in my ear.

"How about we get out of here?"

The next thing I remember was waking up. It took me a minute to figure out where I was, because I definitely wasn't in my room. I looked around, moving slightly to get a better look around, when I realized I wasn't alone. I was lying under something smooth and warm, and saw a bit of white out of the corner of my eye. I flipped my head down to see I was laying on top of Soul. I realized too late that moving my head so fast was a bad idea. A splitting headache cut through my head, and I rested it on Soul's chest.

When the room stopped spinning, I slowly crawled out of Soul's bed, careful not to move too much and wake him up. Or, god forbid, make my headache any worse. As the blanket slid off of me, I looked down to see I was only in my underwear. I blushed and reached for the first thing I saw on the floor. It was Soul's button down shirt he was wearing last night. The sleeves were a little too long for me, but the shirt covered what needed to be covered, so I shrugged and buttoned it up. I took one last look at Soul before I slid out of door.

Unsure of what to do with myself, I walked into the kitchen, bent on making breakfast. That's when I noticed how weird I felt. All my joints felt like they were filled with jelly, making it a little difficult to walk. Surprisingly, though, I felt good. Better than good. I felt great, though I would never admit that to anyone. I reached into the bread box and pulled out four pieces of toast, setting them in the toaster. I didn't pop them down yet, afraid that they would be cold by the time the eggs were done.

Just as I was finishing the first two eggs (sunny-side up, Soul's favorite), Soul came into the kitchen, only wearing a pair of sweatpants. I turned and smiled at him, showing him what I had been making. Soul's eyes widened with appreciation.

"Sunny-side up? I haven't had those since I left." Soul walked past me and got two plates out of the cabinet, setting one down beside the stove for me. I slid his eggs onto his plate and pushed the button for the toast down. We sat in silence as I finished cooking my meal, not even looking at each other. When the toast popped, I screamed. Soul chuckled and got up to butter it. Neither of us spoke until I sat down at the table.

"So…" we began at the same time, cutting each other off. I lifted my eyebrows at Soul, letting him go first. By now, my blush had come back with a vengeance, and I didn't trust my mouth to make coherent sentences.

"So… Something happened last night," Soul began, unsure. I nodded.

"But, I, uh, I'm not entirely sure what," I said. I really had no idea what had occurred the night before. I mean, did we just go home and get naked (not likely)? Did I kiss him (yes, I was positive I had)? Or had we…

"Maka, I'm not sure how to say this. God, this is so uncool…" he muttered. I was starting to get annoyed.

"Soul, just tell me what happened. It was a little awkward to wake up and not remember what happened." Surely I didn't…

"We had sex last night." I felt something in me crack.

"Ar—are you sure? I mean, really sure?"

"Unlike you, I actually remember what happened. God, who knew you were such a lightweight?" A lightweight…?

"Wait. Wait right there. Did you mean… Was there alcohol in that punch?" I asked, incredulous. Soul lifted an eyebrow.

"Yes… I thought you knew that. I asked you if you knew what you were drinking."

"I thought it was kool aid!"

"Well, technically it was kool aid."

"I mean just kool aid. I had no idea… Oh my god." Suddenly Soul got this weird look on his face. It was a mixture of guilt and hurt.

"Maka, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…take advantage of you…" He was blushing now, too.

"No, Soul, you didn't. It's not like I didn't want to…" I cut myself off, afraid of what I might say next. "I'm just so sorry."

Soul did something I didn't expect him to. He smiled at me. Not a smirk, not a grin, but a genuine smile. I felt my heart leap out of my chest.

"I understand. But, let's make sure not to do that again until were both sure it's what we want, okay?" His smile must have been contagious, because I felt my lips pull themselves into one as well.

"Okay."

And now, three weeks later, I, Maka Albarn, have done what I swore to myself I would never do. I slept with my weapon and not I have to lay in the bed I've made.

Hey, I decided to try something entirely new! I'm going to actually finish writing a multi-chapter story on here! Now, I know what you guys are thinking. "You made Maka get pregnant? God, that plot is SO overused."

Yes, the plot is overused. But I have a really sweet ending for this, and I didn't want to write is as a one-shot. So :P. Anywho, let's move on.

Now, unlike all those other SoulXMaka pregnancy fics, I'm not going to have them announce that they are in "love love" with each other (ten points to anyone who gets the reference) right away. I want to see how the Soul and Maka in my head deal with teen pregnancy, and being a kick-ass team on top of it.

Oh, and before I go, if you guys don't like the story, just don't read it. It's as simple as that. Let's not flame the newbie, okay?

Alright, I'm gonna start writing chapter 2, so Bysies!

EDIT: Oh, and I forgot to mention this the first time around. I'm still a virgin, so I have NO IDEA what you feel like after sex. I read in some book, I'm pretty sure it was Breaking Dawn (sue me, I like the Twilight books), that the girl felt like jello afterward. I just don't remember where I heard it. Also, I never thought Maka would drink consensually, so I spiked her drink. And how would she know what alcohol tasted like if she'd never had any?

Furthermore, I don't think Maka would consensually sleep with Soul (not that she wouldn't want to) without the invention of an unknown substance. And since I am more against drugs than alcohol, I decided to accidentally get them both drunk. (Because, come on, Soul wouldn't rape Maka. It's never gonna happen. I don't even WANT that to happen.) If Maka's gonna consensually have sex with ANYONE, they'd have to be married first. That's just the kind of girl she is, in my opinion.