Chapter One.
Skye watched the street that morning, Paul and Isabelle were as usual off to work. Toadie had already left, she wasnt in the best mood. The morning sickness she had suffered over the past month had made her stomach sore, it wasnt just the mornings when it occured, it was often the whole day.
It played on her weakened tummy all the time, especially when her grandfather cooked. Either that or Mischka was busying herself in the kitchen with cooking bacon and eggs for Lou. Her thoughts became focused when she saw Dylan coming out of Elles house again. It was the fifth time in a row.
Skye couldnt believe the indency of herclosest girlfriend proclaiming that Dylan was her boyfriend now and that she should just get over him. She merely noted it as a family trait what with having Paul as her father. 'And as for her bitchy streak, that was Isabelle; all the way. Some of her Dads girlfriend must have rubbed off on her after all', Skye thought to herself.
Her grandfather Harold, would swear that Skye still felt for Dylan. But she wasnt about to break up their relationship. As much as Skye would want it, she still liked Dylan and their situation wasnt at all comfortable. Shed only just told Dylan the other day she couldnt go through with the abortion, Lou and Mischka had stopped her from making the worst mistake she could have ever done.
She watched him from the lounge room window, regretting the fact that J.P. came into her life and the fact she had told Dylan that she had been with him instead of Dylan one night. Skye new that it was her own fault she lost her boyfriend, she just didnt wantface up to it.
Harold confessed to letting it slip accidentally to Janelle that she was pregnant. But that was the least of her worries, she just wanted to be on speaking terms with Dylan again.
"Now Skye," Harold approached her, "I made some fruit salad, I know youve told me I can only eat icy poles but I must insist you get some nourishment,"
"Alright, grandad," Skye rolled her eyes, resisting her urge to snatch the bowl from.
"No need to worry, Im only doing it for your own good, love." Harold went back to the kitchen to put the leftovers in the fridge.
She chose a piece of watermelon first and started to chew slowly, figuring she could eat it without vomiting she continued to eat, savouring the taste of the other pieces of fruit.
"Thanks for this, doesnt seem as if itll make me sick," Skye smiled, seating her self at the counter.
"Ah, good, lets hope its stays down this time," Harold smiled at her.
The knock on the door made Harold glance up from his tidying and went to answer it.
"Hi, Is Skye home?" Dylan stood on the door step.
Skye swallowed hard on her fruit and stared nervously at her ex-boyfriend, wondering what their fighting match would be over this time.