A/N: So, I wanna explain some things before the fic starts. This kinda is, kinda isn't a continuation of "It Only Takes One" (Cuz everyone was begging for one XP). This is one -possible- story of what goes on after that day. But I don't want it to take from the original, so this is kinda a fic of its very own, too. Also, I have no ideas to keep this going very long XP. Ideas from you would be a big help. OK, enough rambling! To the story!

I laid in the bed, holding my stomach as if that would stop the growth from expanding any more. It had been a few weeks since I first noticed its existence. Two days since Jennyanydots confirmed it. He was inside me. His kitten was growing inside my belly.

"Demeter?" I couldn't help but jump at the voice. At first I thought it was his. But I managed to remind myself that I wasn't in his den anymore.

"Hello, Munkustrap," I called as pleasantly as I could. I turned around to look at him and sat up. "Thank you." It was about the thirtieth time I've thanked him. But the tom opened his den and gave me his bed while he slept on the floor. And all after I brushed him off for the jerk whose kitten was now growing inside of me.

No, I couldn't get over that his kitten was in my belly.

"How are you doing?" His voice was laced with concern. I offered him a weak smile.

"Just tired," I said with a sigh. Which was mostly true. I'd been tired since the night I ran away. No, not ran away. Left. I left him. I had run away to be with him. Then I left him. Get it right.

Munkustrap looked me over with those careful eyes of his. After a moment, he nodded. "I've got...to go," he said. "If you need anything, Jennyanydots will be near." I gave him another weak smile and watched him leave. He was so sweet. I knew he could tell I still didn't want to talk about it. And he wasn't going to press. A small part of me wished he would, though.

After a few minutes, I stood and made my way out of the den. I couldn't help but grin at the sight before me. Two kits, Quaxo and Tugger were fighting over Tugger's comb. Plato, Admetus, and Tumblebrutus were playing some sort of ball game as their parents looked on. Old Deuteronomy was watching everybody from his tire as his pure white mate, Collette, was curled up beside him. Their kit was due almost any day, now, and I knew Quaxo was excited to meet his little brother or sister. It was all the little tom talked about.

I joined my sister on the hood of the car. Most sisters would still be sore towards me. But not Bombalurina. She gave me a smile and wrapped her arm around my shoulders.

That had been a hard day. When I came back to hear how my mother had left her after I ran off. She's had it so rough, and I was no help like I should have been. But after a few days, she started treating me almost as if nothing had happened.

"How ya feelin'?" Bombalurina asked. I was starting to get tired of people asking me that.

"Fine," I said, giving her a slightly stronger grin than I had managed for Munkustrap. She grinned back at me and we both turned to watch the junkyard as the day went on.

It took a while for everyone to be OK with me being back. But by now, almost everyone was giving me smiles and hello's. It was almost perfect.

Except my mom was gone.

And I was pregnant.

With his kitten...