Heyy people! I just wanna say thanks to the people who reviewed before and sorry it took so long for the update, I was piled with end of the year homework then had a busy beginning to the summer. :p But now I'm free, so I decided to do some writing. Enjoy :)

Chapter 3: November

Kuki's P.O.V.

"Do you think this shirt hides my bump well or is it too tight?" I asked Wally, checking myself out through my bedroom mirror.

"Yeah, it looks... fine," Wally said unenthusiasically. He sat on my bed on the other side of the room, his shoulders hunched as he leaned against the backboard. He didn't seem like his usual lively self. His eyes were distant, as if he were deep in thought.

Curious as to what was on his mind, I plopped next to him and placed a gental hand on his forearm. "What's up with you?"

He was motionless for a moment, then turned to me and asked, "Kooks, how much longer do you think we can keep this up?" I frowned, placing both hands on my swelled stomach.

I'm pretty sure I'm somewhere around four months along and there's no doubt I'm growing a small baby bump. Sure it's nothing a baggy sweater can't hide, but still. I still haven't found the courage to come clean and tell my parents that I'm nearly four months pregnant.

"Wally, I really don't know..." I said.

"Well you've gotta tell them sooner or later, Kooks! You've just gotta!" Wally suddenly shouted, jumping to his feet. He began pacing around the room. "We can't hide from them forever! In a few months you most likely won't be able to hide your stomach and even if you can, you sure won't be able to hide a baby from your family! Much less a toddler! It's only a matter of time, Kooks! You've gotta tell them!" Tears sprung into my eyes from the sudden outburst. I jumped up to defend myself.

"I can't!" I screamed. "What do you want me to say? 'Hi mom and dad! Guess what? I'm sixteen and you're going to be grandparents! Oh, and not even to mention that the father is a guy I was never even in an exclusive relationship with! Isn't that fantastic?'" I paused, allowing a few silent tears to trickle down my cheeks.

"We screwed up, Wally! We screwed up big time and I can't come clean and tell my parents about the wonderful situation we've gotten ourselves into!" I sniffled. "I can't face the disappointment and humiliation that's going to be put on me from my parents. I just can't!"

The fierce expression on Wally's face died down into a sympathetic look. The next thing I knew, I was being pulled into a tight hug, which I accepted, snuggling my face into the sleeve of Wally's grey Tshirt.

"I'm sorry..." he spoke softly in his sweet Aussie accent. "...I didn't mean to snap at you like that. I just think it's best to tell your parents ASAP... to just get it off your chest... And if they freak out like you're expecting them to, then you can forget about 'em and come live with me." I pulled away from him, wiping my eyes with my sleeve.

"It's not that simple, Wally. Say I did come to live with you, I wouldn't wanna rely on your parents for everything."

"You won't have to..." he said. "I'm gonna get a job and before ya know it we'll be out on our own raising our kid. I'll buy us a house, some furniture. Heck, I'll even get the kid a puppy. Like I said before, everything's gonna be okay in the end. I promise, scout's honor." He grinned, holding up three fingers.

I gave him a faint smile, rolling my eyes playfully. I embraced him for yet another tight hug, whispering a "Thank you" into his right ear.

"For what?" he questioned. I smiled.

"For sticking with me."

"I would never leave you or this baby. I couldn't. Never ever ever ever." he promised. I pulled away from him, a smile spread across my face.

"I know that now, and I can't thank you enough for it. I mean, I'd be an emotional mess right now if it weren't for the support of you and our friends." My smile faultered and I folded my arms in front of my chest. "...And I will tell my parents when I'm ready, but if you'll excuse me right now I've gotta go use the bathroom because being pregnant makes me have to piss like a racehorse." He furrowed his eyebrows, confused.

"A racehorse?" he asked innocently.

"A racehorse," I confirmed, nodding.

xxxxx

(3 minutes later)

Just as I was drying off my wet hands, the strangest thing happened. I felt a tiny kick from the inside of my tummy.

Dumbfounded, I let go of the hand towel and placed both hands on my stomach, only to feel the kick a second time. I looked up at the long ebony-haired girl in the mirror, her eyes wide and her lips curved into a wide smile.

I immediately swung open the bathroom door and darted down the hallway screaming "WALLY!" at the top of my lungs all the way to my bedroom.

Wally jumped out of bed upon hearing my scream, his eyes full of concern. "Kuki, what's wrong?" he said, sounding tense and worried. I shut my bedroom door before turning back to him, my lips still curved into a smile and my hands still pressed against my slightly round belly.

"Kooks, what's-"

"Wally, you've gotta feel this."

"Feel wha-"

Without another word, I took his hand and placed it on my round tummy- right on the spot where I felt the first few kicks. It took a moment for us to feel another small movement. Wally's eyes were off elsewhere until he looked down at me after feeling the kick, his lips agape and his eyes wide with astonishment. "That's... That's the baby?" he asked, clearly amazed. I nodded, biting my lip.

We stood there in silence, Wally's hand still resting peacefully on my stomach and both of my hands still on top of his one hand, gazing into each other's eyes.

Suddenly the door swung open and there stood my mother in the doorframe. "Kuki, I've gotta go to the-" She stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Wally's hand on my bulged tummy.

"...What the Hell is this?"

Wally's P.O.V.

I sat next to Kuki at the kitchen table, chewing my bottom lip. Kuki kept her eyes glued to the floor while she picked nervously at her nails. Mr. and Mrs. Sanban sat on the opposite end of the table, both starring us down. A thick silence filled the room.

Mrs. Sanban looked calm with her hands entwinned together on the kitchen table. Mr. Sanban on the other hand, looked furious. He kept glaring at Kuki and I dangerously. Why do we have to be in the kitchen? I thought. The kitchen is where all the knives are and once Mr. Sanban finds out I got his teenage daughter knocked up, he's probably gonna grab one and stab me... I wouldn't be surprised...

"Kuki..." Mrs. Sanban finally spoke. She sounded calm, yet serious. "Can you please explain to me what I just saw up there? This boy had his hand on your stomach and you looked like you were... you were..." Her voice trailed off.

I glanced at Kuki, who trembled nervously while unshed tears fogged up her violet eyes. "I'm so sorry..." she spoke, her voice cracking.

Suddenly, Mr. Sanban stood up, throwing his chair back and slamming his fists on the table. "HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?" he screamed. Looking dangerous, he turned to Mrs. Sanban, who jumped at the sudden outburst, but remained calm. "WHO IS THIS GIRL, GENKI?" he hollard. "SHE SURE AS HELL ISN'T OUR DAUGHTER! NO DAUGHTER OF OURS IS A SLUT THAT HAS SEX AND GETS PREGNANT IN HIGH SCHOOL!" He turned back to Kuki with a furious glare. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"

Silent tears started to trickle down Kuki's face. "I'm your daughter and I'm very sorry. I'm so, so sorry..."

"SORRY DOESN'T CUT IT, KUKI-CHAN!" he roared, breathing hard inbetween yells. "WHO'S THE FATHER? OR ARE YOU TOO BIG OF A SLUT THAT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!"

"Daddy, I-" Kuki tried to speak, but her father cut her off.

"ANSWER ME!" he yelled loud enough I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors could hear. Kuki shot me a look as if she were afraid of getting me injured. I shot her a look back, telling her it was okay to tell him, I can fend for myself. She took a deep breath.

"Wally is the father."

I looked up at Kuki's steamed father: heart beat suddenly increasing, palms suddenly sweating. I've never been really afraid of anyone, but this guy is making me feel terrified with his murderous glare and his loud yell...

"THIS IDIOT IS THE FATHER OF YOUR BABY?" Mr. Sanban roared.

As soon as he said that, the horrified look in Kuki's eyes turned to anger. She stood up, looking her father dead in the eye. "Don't you ever, ever call him an idiot!" she spat. "Wally's a nice guy who cares about me!"

Mr. Sanban continued to rant. "BUT HE IS AN IDIOT, KUKI-CHAN! I'VE KNOWN THIS BOY SINCE THE BOTH OF YOU WERE TEN YEARS OLD AND HE HAS NOT SHOWN ME THAT HE IS EVEN THE LEAST BIT INTELLIGENT!" He paused, swearing to himself. "HOW LONG HAVE THE TWO HAVE YOU EVEN BEEN SEEING EACH OTHER, HUH? HOW LONG HAVE THE TWO OF YOU BEEN FUCKING AROUND BEHIND MY BACK?"

"We're not together..." Kuki said in a sort of whisper.

"What?... YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU SLEPT WITH A GUY YOU WEREN'T EVEN DATING? I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, GENKI! OUR DAUGHTER IS A FUCKING SLUT!"

I stood up, feeling less terrified and more enraged. "STOP CALLING HER THAT!" I screamed at him. "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK, KUKI IS NOT A SLUT SO STOP CALLING HER ONE! SHE DIDN'T HAVE SEX WITH A GUY SHE WASN'T DATING- SHE HAD SEX WITH A GUY SHE'S KNOWN PRETTY MUCH HER WHOLE LIFE!" I looked him dead in the eye the whole time, challenging his murderous glare. It took everything in me not to bash his face in right on the spot. No one ever, ever calls my girl a slut. I don't give a shit if he's her father.

Mr. Sanban shot me a dangerous look, then turned his attention back to his daughter. "DOES THIS MEAN THAT YOU SLEEP WITH ALL OF YOUR GUY FRIENDS? SO I'M ASSUMING YOU'VE SLEPT WITH THOSE OTHER TWO GUYS YOU'RE AROUND ALL THE TIME! WHAT ARE THEIR NAMES AGAIN?... HOAGIE GILLIGAN AND NIGEL UNO!" His words were harsh, and they made another wave of tears fall from Kuki's eyes.

"I didn't sleep with Hoagie or Nigel and I don't sleep with all of my guy friends! It was just one time!" she screamed defensively.

Mr. Sanban paused a moment, then turned his gaze towards me. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS TO MY DAUGHTER!" He swirved around the table and started to come at me, and I encouraged him. I really feel like punching this guy's face in now.

Kuki stepped inbetween us, holding her father back. "Daddy, stop! Daddy, please sto-"

Mr. Sanban shoved her hard, sending her falling onto the hard kitchen tile. "DON'T DADDY ME!" he screamed. "I'M NOT YOUR DADDY ANYMORE! YOU HAVE CAUSED GREAT SHAME TO THIS FAMILY! I WANT YOU BOTH OUT OF MY HOUSE, NOW!

I dove inbetween them and shoved Mr. Sanban away. "DON'T TOUCH HER!" I hollard at him before knelling down beside Kuki. "Kooks, are you alright?" I asked softly.

She didn't answer me, but instead looked up at her mother desperately. "Mom, please..." she begged, a new set of tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

Mrs. Sanban sat at the kitchen table quietly, her hands still entwinned. "I'm sorry, Kuki..." she spoke. "...but I'm going to have to agree with your father on this one."

Without another word, Kuki got up off the floor and darted out of the kitchen, out of the house and into the pouring rain, not even bothering to shut the front door behind her. I called for her, but it was no use. Then I made eye contact with Mushi, who sat at the top of the staircase listening to the conversation below, before darting after Kuki.

Kuki's P.O.V.

I sat on the kerb of the street in the pouring rain, bawling my eyes out. Why am I crying so hard? I wondered. I mean, I expected this to happen. I knew they'd flip out and send me to live on my own... but I didn't expect them to disown me... but that's pretty much what they just did. They disowned me. Now I'm pregnant and possibly homeless.

Wally came running down the sidewalk calling my name. He stopped beside me, panting. "Kooks..." he breathed "There you are."

I laughed jokingly, another sob escaping from the back of my throat. "Yup... here I am." I looked up and found those beautiful emerald green eyes covered behind dripping wet locks of blonde hair.

Wally stood there for a moment, looking down at me sympathetically as the rain continued to soak his trademark orange hoodie. He sat down next to me while I continued to let out quiet sobs. "I'm really sorry, Kooks," he said. I sniffled.

"There's no reason why you should be sorry. My dad's right. I'm the stupid slut that got us into this mess."

"Don't say that," he said sternly. "You're not a slut and you're not the one who got us into this situation. We got us into this situation. It's just as much my fault as it is yours." He threw a muscular arm around me and we went through another silence.

"It just sucks, you know?" I sobbed.

"Trust me, I know," he said. "But telling your parents was something that had to be done sooner or later. Now what just happened over there is in the past. Now you can come live with me. I'm sure my parents will be fine with it once they find out about our... situation. They wouldn't just leave you on the streets and I wouldn't let them. Plus they like you." I sighed.

"I doubt they'll like my once they find out their son knocked me up at sixteen. They're gonna think I'm ruining your life or something by having this baby," I said.

"No they won't," he assured me. "Maybe they'll be a little mad at first, but they'll get over it. My parents love babies. They're always saying how they miss it when Joey and I were that age."

"Whatever you say," I said, disbelieving.

"Just trust me."

Just then, Wally's phone started to vibrate. He pulled it out of his jeans pocket and flipped it open, reading the text. "It's my mom. She said dinner's gonna be ready in fifteen minutes so I better get my butt home." He got up off the kerb and held out his hand. "Come on."

"I can't intrude on your family's dinner, Wally," I said. "That'd be rude." He rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Kooks. They won't care. Like I said, they like you. Now come on. I'm not leaving my pregnant best friend in the whole wide world out here in the pouring rain."

I rolled my eyes back at him and grabbed his hand. He helped me up off the kerb and we ran down the sidewalk towards Wally's house, the hard rain still hitting our heads as we went.

xxxxx

(couple of minutes later)

Wally and I stepped into Wally's living room, both of us dripping wet from head to toe. We dried off on the rug and I looked around the house. I could see Mrs. Beatles cooking at the stove from a distance. Mr. Beatles was sitting on the couch in the living room while Joey was sprawled across the floor, both tuning into a football game.

"Hey, dad," Wally spoke. Mr. Beatles shifted towards us.

"Hey, son!" he said cheerfully. "And hey Kuki! How are you?"

"Fine," I lied. I'm far from fine right now...

Joey turned his attention away from the football game to greet us. He got up off the floor and stood before us, waving. "Hey Wally! Hey Kuki!"

At six years old, Joey resembled Wally so much it was ridiculous. I smiled down at him."Hi, Joey. How are you?"

"I'm good!" he said. "Guess what?"

"I dunno Joey, what?" I said with a smirk.

"I can count to fifty now!" he beamed.

"Good for you," I told him, trying my best to sound excited for his accomplishment.

Wally scoffed. "Big deal. Counting is easy."

"Yes, Wallabee, that's why it took you 'til the fourth grade just to count to three," Mr. Beatles said. I giggled. Joey stuck his tongue out at Wally teasingly and Wally snarled in defeat.

Mrs. Beatles came into the living room carrying a tray with a ham on it. "Hello, Wallabee!" she greeted her son. "You made it just on time for dinner! Oh, and you've brought Kuki. Lovely! She can join us."

"I wouldn't want to intrude," I said.

"Oh no, we like having you around, Kuki," she insisted. "You're welcome to stay for dinner."

"Well... If you insist."

"Told ya," Wally whispered in my ear as we made our way towards the kitchen.

xxxxx

(a couple of minutes later)

I sat next to Wally at one end of the four-sided table, while Mrs. Beatles and Joey sat together on the other side and Mr. Beatles sat inbetween Wally and Mrs. Beatles at the far end.

I piled my plate with ham, mashed potatoes, gravy, and corn. It wasn't long before I wolfed it all down and started piling my plate with more food. Mr. and Mrs. Beatles stared at me quizzically as I gulped down slices of ham like they were nothing. Other than Joey, who sat there playing with his food, the rest of the table ate casually.

"Joey, stop playing with your food," Mrs. Beatles scolded her youngest son. She pointed to the untouched brussel sprouts at the corner of his plate. "Now eat your brussel sprouts, they're good for you."

"Don't do it kid," Wally muttered. I giggled, remembering the time when Wally accidentally ate a brussel sprout when we were kids. We had to use KND technology to get it out of his system because we were afraid it might make him grow up faster than he should. Oh how I miss those days...

"You must have been very hungry, dear," Mrs. Beatles spoke to me kindly, noticing how much food I'd piled on my plate. "Have you not eaten all day?"

Uh-oh. Here's the time to tell them...

"Actually," I began, ripping nervously at my napkin. "I'm eating for two nowadays..."

The cheerful expression on Mrs. Beatles face turned to a more concerned one. "What do you mean, dear?" I nudged Wally in the arm.

He looked at me quizzically. "Wha-"

I gave him a look, signaling that now was the time. I had to tell my parents; now it's his turn to tell his.

"Oh," he muttered, shuffling his feet against the floor nervously. He looked up at his parents, who both looked quite confused, and sighed. "Mom, dad..." he began. "Kuki's pregnant... with my baby."

A thick silence swept threw the room. Joey was the first one to break it with a mocking "Ooooo."

"Scram Joey," Wally snarled. Joey obeyed his older brother, hopping out of his seat and running for his room.

Awkward silence once again seemed to take over the room. All of a sudden Mrs. Beatles burst out into tears. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I just- I can't." With that, she ran out of the kitchen and bolted up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door shut behind her.

"I've gotta go after her," Mr. Beatles said before dropping his napkin on the table and darting after his wife.

That left Wally and I alone in the kitchen.

"Great..." I muttered. "We made your mom cry."

"She'll get over it," Wally assured me. "Trust me, sooner or later she's gonna warm up to the idea of having a baby in the house again." I tried to force a smile, but still found Wally's words hard to believe.

A few minutes passed until Wally's parents finally came back into the kitchen. They sat down and Mrs. Beatles wiped her eyes with her napkin. "Look," she sighed. "I'm sorry I blew up like that..."

Sorry? Why's she sorry?...

"I just am so shocked and so... confused. I don't remember Wallabee ever telling me that the two of you were even a couple."

Wally and I exchanged nervous glances. Wally gulped. "Actually, mum... we're not..."

A loud silence filled the room and Mrs. Beatles bursted into tears again, but remained at her seat with her hands covering her face as she sobbed. "This is so screwed up..." we heard her say inbetween sobs. It took a few minutes for Mr. Beatles to calm her down.

She removed her hands from her face and looked at us sympathetically. "I'm sorry..." she muttered.

"Mom, you don't have to be sorry," Wally told her sincerely. "None of this is your fault..."

"I know," she said. "I just know how hard this is going to be on the both of you. Wallabee, your father and I had you at a young age and it was very, very difficult for us. Nineteen and having a baby was hard enough, but sixteen..." Her bottom lip quivered and she looked as if she could start crying all over again, but she remained calm. "I couldn't imagine," she mumbled. She clasped her hand over her husband's. "Your father and I want to let you both know that we're very disappointed in what's happening, but we're here for you and we're going to support whatever decision you both make."

"Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Beatles," I said. "I'm so happy you guys aren't like my parents."

"May I ask what happened with your parents?" Mr. Beatles questioned. I sighed before answering.

"Let's just say they didn't take the news as well as you did. I got kicked out."

Mrs. Beatles gave me a look of sympathy. "I'm very sorry, Kuki. You're welcome to stay in the guest bedroom if you would like." I smiled.

"Thanks, but I don't have any of my things. I sorta just left them at my house because I was so caught up in my parents yelling and everything that I just left the house without anything and I don't think I'm welcome to set foot in there again so... I don't know what to do."

"I'll call your parents tonight and see if we could go and get your things tomorrow. For tonight you'll borrow some of Wallabee's clothes to use as pajamas, okay?" Mrs. Beatles suggested. I nodded in response. "Okay... now let's talk medical wise," she continued.

"Medical wise?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"How far along are you in your pregnancy?" she questioned.

"I'm not exactly sure, but I'm guessing around four months," I answered timidly.

"Have you been to the doctor? Are you taking prematal vitamins?"

I rose an eyebrow. "Prematal vitamins?"

"You haven't been to a doctor, have you?" Mrs. Beatles asked.

I shook my head. Mrs. Beatles frowned. "Sweetie, we've gotta make sure that baby's healthy," she said.

"Why wouldn't it be healthy?" Wally asked, concered.

"I'm not saying that it isn't healthy," Mrs. Beatles said. "I'm just saying that we've got to make sure. I'll schedule you a doctor's appointment for tomorrow and while your there, Mr. Beatles and I will get your things from your house. How does that sound?" I smiled.

"It sounds wonderful. And again, thank you."

"Your welcome, dear." She turned her attention to Wally. "Now Wallabee go get this girl something to sleep in."

Wally's P.O.V.

What a day. We told Kuki's parents and my parents about Kuki being pregnant and all. Kuki doesn't quite believe it, but I know that everything will turn out okay.

I rummaged through my dresser drawers and pulled out one of my orange Tshirts and a pair of black basketball shorts for Kuki to sleep in tonight since she's gonna be living here from now on. Kuki Sanban is living with me. It's like my dreams have suddenly come true. The girl of my dreams is gonna be living in the room next door to mine... Wow.

I made my way down the hall to the door of the guess bedroom and knocked casually, waiting a moment before Kuki answered the door. "Hey," she greeted.

"Hey," I replied, my eyes going to her baby bump. I held out the pair of baskball shorts and the Tshirt. "I brought this for you." She smiled.

"Thanks."

I stood there stupidly, gazing at her as I leaned against the door frame.

"Well, uh... I'm gonna get dressed now."

I snapped out of my daze. "Oh, uh, yeah... You do that."

"Okay... I will," she said awkwardly before shutting the door. I walked away, cursing to myself about how stupid I am. Why are you so nervous around a girl you've already slept with, Wallabee? I guess Kuki Sanban will always have that way with me... She's the only girl in this entire world who can make my heart pound for no apparent reason...

Kuki's P.O.V.

(a few hours later)

I tip-toed down the stairs quietly, trying my best not to wake anyone. It's around 1 in the morning and there's no TV in the guest room, and there's no way I'm gonna be able to sleep without watching my favorite cartoons. Channel 69 runs Rainbow Monkey episode marathons and I can't fall asleep without watching them.

Yeah, yeah. I know what you're thinking. Most people think it's immature for a sixteen year old to still fall asleep to Rainbow Monkey marathons, but I don't care. I'm sixteen and I still haven't really let go of some of my childhood ways. Sure that's all gonna change by the time this baby's born, but I think I should still get to be a kid while I can. And falling asleep to rainbow monkey marathons is apart of me being a kid. Then when the baby is born I'll teach it to like rainbow monkeys too. It'll be like my little rainbow monkey shopping buddy. Wally probably won't like that, but oh well! He's gonna have to deal with it.

I crept into the living room and quietly placed my pillow on the couch, along with a blanket. The TV was already turned on and some monster truck show was playing. I grabbed the remote off the table and switched on the rainbow monkey share time special. I snuggled into my pillow and looked around at the place that I'm gonna be calling home from now on. It's so unreal... I can't believe I'm actually living with Wally...

"What do ya think your doing?"

I jumped and turned to see Wally standing in the door frame, smirking. He was dressed in a white Tshirt with an orange outline along with a pair of grey pajama pants.

"I just, um, came to watch TV," I answered truthfully. Wally approached me, a sly smirk still plastered across his face. He took a seat next to me on the couch and looked at the TV, which showed a couple of dancing rainbow monkeys.

"You're still into rainbow dorkies?" he asked, grinning. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, first of all they're not rainbow dorkies, they're rainbow monkeys. And why yes I am." He rolled his eyes back at me and swiped the remote out of my hands, switching the channel back to monster trucks.

"Hey!" I yelled. "Wait a second... you're still into stupid monster trucks?"

"First of all they're not stupid. And why yes I am," he said in a mocking tone.

"Well guess what?"

"Wha-" Before he could finish, I stole the remote back, changing the channel back to the rainbow monkey share time special.

"We're watching rainbow monkeys," I finished with a sly smirk.

"Oh no we're not!" he said, swiping the remote back and changing the channel once again. I reached over him and grabbed hold of the remote and changed the channel back to the dancing rainbow monkies.

"You're gonna have to get used to it!" I smirked at him. "Our kid's gonna be a huge rainbow monkey fan!" He gave me a challenging look.

"Over my dead body."

Right then he jumped on top of me and we started to wrestle playfully on the floor. The channel kept flipping back and forth between rainbow monkeys and monster trucks whenever one of us got hold of the remote. It reminded me of when we were kids. Back to the times when we didn't seem to have any worries other than fighting missions in the KND and who got to watch what at night at the treehouse. Back when things were so simple and innocent...

Wally and I continued to wrestle, giggling in the process. Wally was layed out across the floor, holding the remote captive in his hand, which was stretched out way past his head. A cocky grin was plastered across his face and he laughed evily.

"That's it," I said, grinning. I leaped on top of him, locking my legs around his waist. As I reached up for the remote, I looked down and my violet eyes met his green ones. That's when I realized I was on top of him and our faces were only a few inches apart.

I stopped trying to reach for the remote, but instead gazed into his face. His sea green orbs looked into my violet ones intently and his lips were agape. I snapped out of my daze and hopped off of him, whispering a nervous "Sorry" as I did so. Hopefully the TV didn't give off too much light to reveal my deep blush.

I swollowed. "I should, um... go to bed." With that, I left him laying there, his lips still agape and the remote still resting in his hand.

Wally's P.O.V.

(the next day)

I sat on a black stool in the doctor's office while Kuki changed behind a long white curtain that hung from the ceiling. I watched the shadow of her curvy figure as she changed out of the clothes she wore earlier today and into the hospital gown the nurse from the waiting room gave her.

As I watched her, my mind couldn't help but drift off to the events of the previous night. I remember not being able to sleep, then walking downstairs to watch a marathon of monster trucks, then going to the kitchen to get a sip of water, then coming back to find Kuki sitting on the couch watching a bunch of rainbow dorkys dance around on the TV. I remember being surprised that she could pull off looking so beautiful wearing a plain orange Tshirt and a pair of basketball shorts with her hair tied back into a messy bun. Then I remember getting a little mad that she switched the channel, then we fought over the remote, just like old times. And then... we shared a moment... it was a weird one, but still... I can't seem to stop thinking about it.

Kuki removed the curtain and I quickly looked away. She wore a long white gown that showed off her tiny baby bump.

Kuki layed down on the checkup bed and we sat there in silence for a moment. Then she asked "Are you excited?" I shrugged.

"I guess so... We're gonna be seeing our kid for the first time. Isn't that exciting?" I said with a smirk. She sighed.

"Yeah, I guess so."

We sat in silence. I wanted to ask her about last night, but before I got the chance, a short, lightly tanned woman with glasses and light brown hair that was tied back into a sleek ponytail came into the room.

"Hello," she greeted us with a smile. "I'm Dr. Rivera, and you must be Kuki." She shook Kuki's hand firmly, then her eyes trailed over to me. "And you are?..."

"I'm Wally," I said, offering her my hand. She shook it then I finished, "I'm, uh, the dad."

"Oh, nice to meet you," she said with a smile. I gave a faint smile and nodded in response.

That's when all the medical stuff began. Kuki had to go through a bunch of medical tests, then the came all the questions. I stayed quiet, my mind drifting back off to last night. Kuki and I laughing and rolling on the floor, the remote being tossed back and forth, the smell of her shampoo, the deep blush on her face when she realized she was on top of me, our faces were only maybe an inch or two apart...

...Do you think she likes me? I mean, I've been thinking a lot lately about the possibility of being with Kuki. Like as a couple. That's all I've ever wanted, even before this whole unexpected pregnancy thing happened.

Also, maybe being with her is what's best, ya know, for the baby. We could actually be a family- me, Kuki, our kid- I could imagine us living on our own, happily married raising our kid.

...But what if she doesn't wanna be with me? What if she just looks at me as the baby's father/her best friend and nothing more? What if she decides she wants to be with Ace Pratass instead of me? She did seem sorta happy when we saw him at Nigel's Halloween party a few weeks ago.

What if she cuts off all contact with me just to be with him? Then they get married and he helps raise my kid. No... Kuki wouldn't do that. She wouldn't run off with our kid and never let me see 'em... would she?

All these thoughts raced through my brain as I sat there, pretending to listen to what the doctor was saying. I was brought back down to Earth when she finally asked, "Now would you like to see your baby?"

Kuki and I looked at each other for a spit second, then Kuki looked back at Dr. Rivera and nodded happily.

"Alright then, I'm going to need for you to lift up your gown," the lady said. Kuki did so and a moment later, Dr. Rivera pulled out a bottle and squeezed some blue goo across Kuki's stomach, which made Kuki shiver a bit. "Cold?" the doctor asked with a faint smile. Kuki nodded. Then the lady pulled out this weird looking electrical thingy that was attached to the hospital monitor through a thin wire, then ran it over the blue goo.

An image of a small oval-shaped figure immediately appeared on the monitor. "There it is," the doctor said sweetly.

I squinted at the image, trying to make out an image of the baby. "That little circle in the middle... That's the baby?" I asked. Dr. Rivera nodded in response. I smiled, becoming completely hypnotized by the small oval-shaped figure in the middle of the monitor. That's my kid... Mine and Kuki's... Ours... All of the bad thoughts that I'd had about a minute ago seemed to disappear.

I glanced at Kuki, who was amazed by the image herself, gazing at it with her lips curved into a wide smile and silent tears of joy trickling down her cheek. She turned towards me, giving my hand an excited squeeze before turning her attention back to the monitor.

"Is it too early to find out the sex?" she asked.

"Seventeen weeks along is a bit too early to determine the sex just yet," the doctor answered. "It'll take a few more weeks to be totally sure." Kuki nodded in response.

Dr. Rivera put away the electrical thingy then helped Kuki get the blue goo off her stomach before telling us to come meet her in her office. Kuki got dressed back into her casual navy blue jeans and green sweater and we did so.

I sat in one chair across from Dr. Rivera's desk and Kuki took the seat next to me. I sat there, thinking. My mom's words from last night started echo through my mind. 'We've gotta make sure that baby's healthy.' I suddenly became overcome with worry. Did the doctor call us in here to tell us that something's wrong with the baby?

Dr. Rivera opened her mouth to speak, but I beat her to it. "The baby's alright, right?" I blurted. "I mean, he... or she... is healthy, right? You didn't call us in here to tell us something's wrong, did ya?"

The doctor shook her head. "Oh goodness, no! Of course I didn't call you in here to tell you something's wrong. Your baby is perfectly healthy." I let out a little sigh of relief, relaxing in my chair. "I called you in here to talk about your future plans," she said. "Being that you're both so young, I just wanted to let you know that there are other options, you know, if you aren't quite ready to take on the responsibility for taking care of a child."

Kuki rose an eyebrow. "Well I'm totally against abortion if that's what you mean," she said.

"Oh, no, I wasn't making any suggestions to that," she said with a nervous cough. She pulled out a small pamflet from under her desk and slid it across the table for both Kuki and I to see. It was titled Unplanned pregnancy? Adoption is Always an Option. Below the title, there was a picture of a shadow of a pregnant woman with a hand on her stomach. "I was suggesting that you look into adoption," the doctor said. "Just in case you weren't ready to take on this responsibility just yet." I picked up the pamflet and frowned.

"Thanks for the 'suggestion,' but I don't think we're gonna be giving our kid away to complete strangers," I said dryly.

"They don't have to be complete strangers," Dr. Rivera said. "You can meet them early in your pregnancy and get to know them before deciding whether or not you think they'd make good parents for your child." My lips curved into a snarl.

"What makes you think that we won't be good parents for our child?" I asked harshly. I stood up, placing the pamflet back on the desk. "We're not interested."

Kuki sat in her chair quietly, clutching the manilla folder with the ultrasound pictures inside of it closely to her chest while starring down at the adoption pamflet. "Come on Kuki, we're leaving," I said, giving Dr. Rivera one more hateful glare before holding my hand out to Kuki. She took her eyes off the pamflet and looked up at me, taking my hand. We made our way out of the building and began walking down the sidewalk.

xxxxx

(about 20 minutes later)

Kuki and I sat across from each other at a small table at Lime Ricky's. Kuki had her cell phone out and was holding it over the ultrasound picture that was lying on the table in front of us. "What are you doing?" I asked her.

"Taking a picture so I could send it to Abby and Rachel," she said. "They told me to keep them posted." She put her phone down after snapping the picture, sending it to Abby and Rachel via text message. When she was done she stuck it back in her jeans pocket before taking a sip of her drink.

I was still pretty steamed about the fact that that cruddy doctor lady pretty much tried to purposely take my kid away from me. "I can't believe that lady," I snarled, looking down at the floor. "No cruddy doctor tries to take our kid away... How could she even suggest that?" I looked over at Kuki, who's eyes were downcast. "Wait..." I said. "You're not actually considering this, are you?"

She was quiet for a moment, then took a sip of her coke before picking back up the ultrasound picture of the baby's face. Her frown slowly curved into a smile. "Well, when Dr. Rivera first mentioned adoption, I thought it just might turn out to be the better option... but then I thought about the picture on the monitor and how happy I felt when I saw it and how much I thought the baby looked like you and... Wally, I want this baby more than anything." She suddenly broke out into a wide smile as she gazed down at the picture, her tounge inbetween her teeth. I couldn't help but smile too, leaning over the table to take a look at the picture myself.

"Lemme see that." I snatched the picture away from her and took a look at it. "Wow... The kid really does look like me," I said with a smirk, holding the picture next to my face. Kuki grinned.

"Yup, I'm definitely seeing some family resemblence there."

Suddenly the bell at the front door of the restaurant went off, signaling that someone had just walked in. Kuki turned her attention towards the three cheerleaders that had just walked in, immediately recognizing them and turning her attention back towards me. "Put that down!" she said in a sort of whisper, ripping the ultrasound out of my hand and placing it inside its folder.

The cheerleaders walked passed us, all batting their eyes flirtatiously at me. I snarled back at them. Kuki looked over at them, then down at the folder to make sure that the ultrasound was totally covered. I looked behind me and saw the three girls in their Cleveland High School cheerleader uniforms, all whispering to themselves while watching me and Kuki from their booth. I turned back to Kuki. "Who gives a crud what they think?" I said.

"I do," she replied. "I may have made it known to our families that I'm pregnant, but I'm not ready to be labeled a slut by the whole school." I frowned.

"Anyone calls you a slut, they're good as dead," I said. "I'd beat the living shit outta them." Her lips curved into a sort of half-smile.

"Well thank you, but I'm honestly willing to hide this pregnancy for as long as I possibly can. I just don't feel like dealing with all the kids at school right now." I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever you say."

Suddenly we heard a loud crying noise echo throughout the restaurant. We looked over at another nearby booth to see a woman cradling a crying baby in her arms, trying to hush 'em up while the father sat across from them, trying his best to make funny faces to calm his kid down. Kuki sighed then looked at me with a weak smile shown on her face. "There's our future," she said.

"Yup," I said, swollowing. "There's our future."

A few minutes later I watched the couple who looked like they could be in their late twenties leave the restaurant along with their baby. The baby was now calmed down and sleeping soundly in its stroller. I watched from behind the restaurant window as the couple walked down the sidewalk, the woman pushing the shoulder while the man had his arm wrapped around her shoulders protectively, stealing a quick kiss from her before they were out of my view. I smiled at the scene.

Maybe that could be Kuki and I's future...

Well that was a loooong chapter! Got any comments/suggestions/predictions? Review! ;)