I know what everyone's thinking; 'Oh my God; what are you doing? You have two other stories to be updating Liz, why are you posting a new one? Are you crazy!'

First of all; yes, I am crazy. Second of all; I just can't help myself! I have had this idea on my mind for a few months, and now that summer is finally here, y'all know I had to kick it off with a new story! Plus, I'm going on a little vacation on Monday to the Winx Club home land (a.k.a Italy), so something needed to go up since I'll be on hiatus until I get back (another note; I swear the actual first chapter will be up before I go). So let's get started.

Prologue

"Anything yet?"

Andy Picolli gave a small laugh as Roxy Morgan stalked into his living room from the kitchen. She ran a hand through her bright pink hair, obviously jittery. Though he didn't need to see that to know she was on edge – since one o'clock that afternoon, she hadn't gone more than a few seconds without moving. He reached over and silenced his iPod. "Nothing since you asked five minutes ago. Or the five minutes before that. Or the five before that. Or the –"

"Okay, okay," she cut him off, giving him a cold look. "So I'm jumpy."

"A little?" Andy questioned, raising an eyebrow. As Roxy stalked past him, he caught her hand, pulling her down onto his lap. "Rox," he continued, reaching down and running a finger along the subtle topaz ring she wore, "you haven't been this jumpy since you told your Dad we were engaged."

She sighed, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "I know. But," she continued, jumping off his lap and stalking across the room again. "This is different."

Her fiancé rolled his eyes. "Bloom will be fine."

"She's giving birth. I'd like to see you try that."

"I can't wait to see you try it."

Roxy jerked to a stop, her cheeks going bright red. Andy smirked at her reaction, obviously satisfied. "Come on," he said, "Sky's with her, and more than likely the girls are too. You think her husband's going to let anything happen to her?"

"I know," she said. Her cheek color had faded to a light pink, matching her hair. "But I can still worry."

"Once she's back on her feet, you can keep getting training for your powers."

"It's not just that; I've lasted nineteen years without them, I can go for another three months. I'm worried…I don't know. Andy, I just have a terrible feeling."

"Probably because she was unlucky enough to get pregnant at eighteen." Andy muttered.

He flinched as Roxy hit his shoulder. "Come on, it's sweet."

"Or illegal."

"Andy!"

He raised his hands in an innocent gesture. "Okay; bad me. No more jokes."

"Thank you."

Andy almost sighed, but realized it would only make things worse. After knowing Roxy for so long, the last thing he wanted to do was get her mad and nervous. Instead, he grabbed his earphones and started listening to his music again. After a few seconds, he looked around the floor, realizing something was missing. "Where's Artu?" he asked Roxy, who was still pacing.

She stopped as she turned on her heel, scanning the floor. Sure enough, the big dog was nowhere in sight, which was odd considering he usually never left Andy's living room when he and Roxy visited. He looked over toward the stairs where he sometimes lounged, but he wasn't there either. Roxy looked equally perplexed. "He's been in here all afternoon, hasn't he?"

Andy yanked the buds out. "I thought –"

Before he could finish, the two heard a long, low growl from the kitchen. After a moment it turned to a loud and persistent barking, obviously from Artu. Roxy and Andy glanced at each other in confusion, and in the next second there was a blinding light from the kitchen. Artu's barking got louder, and along with it Andy heard a high scream.

He made a move to get up, but Roxy had already bolted past him, the kitchen door swinging shut behind her. A moment later, Artu was pushed through the door, looking annoyed. When he laid eyes on Andy, he barked loudly and turned to face the door, muffling the voices he could obviously hear.

"Artu!" Andy snapped, rising to his feet. However, Artu wouldn't stop barking. After several failed attempts, he finally grabbed the mutt by the collar and dragged him across the living room to the front door. He quickly opened it and put Artu out on the small patio of his townhouse. He stopped barking and gave him an indignant look. Andy only gave him an apologetic shrug and shut the door behind him.

The place was oddly quiet when he was back inside. He froze for a minute and listened for any voices. The only thing he could pick up (besides Artu scratching at the door) was a light cry from the kitchen. Raising an eyebrow, he started towards the room.

And before he could get there, the door burst open and Bloom stalked in, tears rolling down her face.

The last update Andy had heard about Bloom was that she was just about to go in and – as Stella put it – get her figure back. Looking at her now, Andy didn't doubt that she'd obviously gotten thinner, meaning she'd had her son. But what caught him off guard was the way she looked besides that. She was pale, and looked like she was having trouble standing. From the kitchen, he realized what he'd been hearing wasn't Bloom, but obviously…

"What happened?" Andy asked, watching her face pale. "Bloom you look horrible. Why aren't you at the hospital?"

She stared at him for a second, and Andy briefly wondered if he'd said the wrong thing to her. Then, before he could blink, she rushed forward and threw her arms around his neck, obviously shaking from something besides the crying.

For a second, Andy debated whether to push her back. But thinking about Roxy's mood swings (never pretty), he decided it was a bad plan. Instead, he hugged his friend back, helping to steady her. "Aren't they supposed to keep you in the hospital after giving birth?"

He felt her nod. "That's kind of why I came here."

"Why not stay in Magix?"

She took a shaky breath. "Andy, I…I made a mistake. Not a bad one, but…I made one."

Andy stiffened. "Did something happen with your son? Is Sky okay?" He pushed her shoulders back so he could look at her. "You still need medical attention." In the back of his head something reminded him that his cool was flying away faster than his English grade sophomore year, but he couldn't help it. He loved Bloom – like a sibling, not anything else, which he was happy he came to acknowledge. But somewhere in his head (along with the voice telling him he was flipping) he saw the same thing happening to Roxy someday, and it chilled him to the bone.

Bloom obviously saw his composure wavering. She gripped onto him tighter. "Sky's not…" he heard her make a noise between a laugh and a sob. "Shit Andy, I screwed up."

"Sky's not what?" he persisted.

"He's not…he's not the father."

Had there not been adrenaline running though his veins, Andy was fairly certain he would've dropped back onto the couch. "What the hell are you talking about? How can Sky no be the father – and by the way, I still don't have a name for your kid."

This time, she clearly laughed. "Yeah…about using that word singularly…"