“JT!?” I startle awake, groaning as I feel something heavy laying on my chest, “What the fuck?” I mutter, glancing down at the still sleeping Brian. Carefully I slide out, not wanting to disturb him and dress, running my fingers through my hair before strolling out my office towards the source of the yelling. “What!?” I bark, rubbing my sleepy eyes as I yawn before looking round the lounge at my friends expectantly. Erik and Daphne are playing chess on the floor, Joe is busy at the computer whilst Cody pesters my brother who’s chomping away at an apple. They stare back before Ben goes, “OH! Right, well, we think we know where you’re dad is…” I raise an eyebrow as he falls silent, waiting a moment before prompting him to continue with my hand, “…and?” He nods, “Apparently he owns a club downtown, we can get you in under the guise of a performer with James”, he said, folding his arms as I snorted, “If you expect me to sing, dream the hell on!” I say, blinking at their serious faces, “Oh God…you mean it!” Nods are all I get as I sigh, “What the hell have I to loose, c’mon Jimmy”. And I get the apple core thrown at my head. ~~~~~~~~ “So where’s Mr Kinney?” he asks me, all I can do is shrug my shoulders as we walk past the door to my office as a slightly dishevelled looking Brian walks out with a bad case of bed hair, “What time is it?” he asks lazily, stretching. James is staring and I don’t know but it annoys me, “James, jaw off the ground!” I snap, rolling my eyes, “And it’s about 2pm, you slept late…” I say curtly, pushing past him and entering the office. Dropping into my chair I look up, seeing my brother all but rub up against Brian, “James Hunter Montgomery Taylor!” I bark, “Pay fucking attention!” The honey haired teen yelps and runs into the office. He knows I only use his full name when I’m angry, flicking my wrist from the desk, slamming the door with a whisper of words, eyes blazing. I haven’t a clue where this sudden rush of power came from and personally it scares me shitless. Calming myself, I sigh, “So, we’re going to visit dad tonight…I suggest you rest up, we‘re gonna need all the energy” He nods and runs out, forgetting to close the door and I go to raise my hand against it only for Ben to walk in. “JT? What did you say to James? He looks about ready to cry” he asks, closing the door behind him as I drop my head to the desk, “My magicks going fucking insane Ben! I almost busted the door just by THINKING about it! I’m never that powerful usually!” I start to hyperventilate, Ben’s eyes widening as he runs over, a hand on my back, “C’mon Justin, breathe for me. In…out…in…out”. I feel my breathing start back to normal as he leads me to the sofa, pushing me into a lying position. “Now, I’m going to check you over, just to see what’s going on inside that body of yours. There’s got to be a reason you’re manifesting…” his hands resting on my forehead as he closes his eyes. I stare at him, squealing as he prods my sides before his hand rests on my stomach. And he freezes. “Shit…” he whispers, jumping back, looking at me in alarm. I blink, being so pathetically naďve and cock my head to the side, “What? What’s wrong?” He stares, “Well, I know why you’re becoming more powerful….you’re pregnant”. I let my head flop backwards to hit the arm of the sofa. “FUCK!”