I shifted around in bed, making myself more comfortable. I glared at Jack until Delilah's movements distracted me.

Jack moved to sit down on the bed, and I was immediately brought back to the present situation. "What the fuck? No, na-na-no! You aren't welcome here!" I snapped.

Jack looked slightly taken aback, but then his features softened into… sadness? What? Really? I started to fidget under his somber gaze, and I started feeling really bad. No, bad, Angie!

Before I could apologize and tell him that he could stay, he was gone. The door clicked shut, and his footsteps echoed down the hall. In my arms, Delilah started crying. I shot one more look toward the door, and sank back into the bed. I would have to deal with Jack's PMS later. Or never. Yeah, that worked, too.

I was awoken by loud, continuous knocking. What the hell? Why hadn't Jack gone to answer the fucking door? I groaned, and rolled over. Wait… what the hell? Where the fuck was my baby?

"Delilah!" I yelled, hoping that she'd hear my voice and start crying. But she didn't. And all was still silent.

The knocking hadn't gone away, and I lethargically got out of bed. "Coming," I yelled, stretching, and made my way to the stairs.

"Jack?" I called. The house was silent. And that was weird, because Jack usually has a hard time being quite, not the other way around.

I reached the door, seemingly having gone down the stairs faster then I ever have, while I didn't even realize I was going down them. I opened the door, and stared quizzically at Jack's mom, who was grasping the door frame and panting.

"Ummm… Are you, you know, okay?" I asked, nervously. The women looked like she was going to fucking pass out!

"Oh, hi, Angie, hunney." She panted, "there's something I forgot to tell you about Delilah."

"…What?" I growled, wary of anymore curses or jinxes.

"She-," she began, but got immediately interrupted.

"Mommy!" A voice screamed. Delilah! Wait… what?

A tiny young girl, probably six years old, came running down the stairs, jumping into my arms.

"…Delilah?" I asked, hesitantly. Wait a second. Wasn't she a baby last night? Whoa, was I in a coma? Oh, shit! Maybe I've been out of it for six years!

Jack's mom grunted, recalling my attention. "As I was saying, she'll age rapidly."

"…Ah." I stammered, as the girl-Delilah- jumped out of my arms.

"Me and Daddy are making breakfast!" She called over her shoulder.

"Daddy and I." I immediately corrected. Wait. What the fuck? My daughters not a baby anymore… even though she was born yesterday… Did I actually wake up? Am I still sleeping?

"I know this is a shock, but she'll start aging normally once she starts puberty." Jack's mom continued.

"When will that be?" I asked, sounding breathless.

"Probably tomorrow." She shrugged.

"Oh, okay- WAIT! What the fuck is going on!? Is this because I let that retard bite her!?" I screamed.

"Angie." Jack's mom narrowed her eyes. "My son is not a retard, and I've had it up to here with that attitude of yours! I've you didn't want my help, you could've just said so!" She huffed, and slammed the door, forcefully walking away.

What? What just happened? Great. This is really fan-fucking-tastic. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?

"Pancakes!" Delilah yelled.

Well, I could always eat away my problems. Yeah, that sounds good.


Omg. It's been forever, I know. I wouldn't be surprised if you have all forgotten me. And since it's been so long I should've at least made a longer update. And I'm really, really sorry. But I'm working on the next one as we speak. It should be up by the beginning of next week. I might be earlier, but no promises.

Thanks to yue midnight raven who threatened me into updating super early.

Also, I have a new story up, Where Eagles Dare (I heart that song), and I'd love it if everyone would check it out.

Comments equal love, and I love you all lots!

xX Syyb.