Pricilla and Phoebe stared solemnly at the grave that said 'Pearl Russell'. They did what they had to do. They knew that. But the still had wished they could have found a way to save her. But Pricilla couldn't mourn right now. She had bigger problems. Problems she hoped she could confide in Phoebe.

"It's natural to feel remorse right now right," Phoebe asked not taking her eyes off the grave, "I mean, I miss her, am I supposed to?" Pricilla sighed,

"We lost her the day she met Anton, I've been missing her for a while." There was silence between the two for a while. But she knew she couldn't keep it quiet. Pricilla had to tell someone, she couldn't keep this secret by herself. She took in a deep breath a spoke,

"I'm pregnant." Phoebe's face broke out in a smile and her cheeks filled will color.

"Oh my god Cilla, that wonderful," and she threw her arms around her cousin but withdrew when she noticed Pricilla's lack of enthusiasm.

"What's wrong, I thought you and Gordon would be thrilled that you're having a baby." Pricilla took in another deep breath.

"Gordon doesn't know." Her voice was barely above a whisper. Phoebe stared at her for a moment, she eyes narrowed and she placed her hands on her hips.

"And why not?" she demanded.

"Because," she began, unsure of what her cousin's reaction would be when she found out, "he's not the father."

A/N: Srry this is badly written I was rushing, I will go and revise it and I might add more chapters or turn it into a longer oneshot