Pregnant. Pee-argh-ee-gee-en-aay-en-tee. Short for Trouble. Tee-Argh-Oh-You-Bee-ell-ee. Definitly something unplanned; a consequence that she'd been too forgetful and stupid to imagine. A life lesson in humanity: expect the unexpected. But how to tell Asher, that was Delirium's current dilemma. Every part of her wanted to blurt it out or maybe leave him a series of clues like in the Da Vinci Code. Except no one would really like it if she wrote on dead bodies, not even the dead bodies that got up and walked around.

Spotting him on the couch, she paced to the couch opening her mouth to speak before darting away. Coming back again and then running away, until she finally stopped and sighed.

"i NEEd to taLK at You anD yOU'Re nOT ALLOwed to shOUT AT me oR THrow thiNGS at mE oR sic onYx on mE." Delirium said, touching her flat (for now) stomach protectively.