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"Uuuugggghhhh!" Magenta ran into the bathroom and threw her head into the toilet. She was vomiting for the second time in the last hour. She pulled her self up using the counter for support. She looked herself over in the mirror. She was paler than she normally was and her hair was a mess. She needed to have a touch-up on her roots, but at the moment all she could think about was how awful she felt. There was a knock at the door. "Yeah?" Riff Raff walked in with a look of worry on his face. "Are you alright," he asked. "Yeah, I'm fine," she lied. "Just a stomach bug." She wished it was just a stomach bug, but it wasn't. She knew why she was so sick. There was no doubt in her mind. She just didn't want Riff to know. At least not yet. "Well why don't you come back to bed so I can make you feel better." He gave her a devilish smile. She smiled back at him. She loves it when he smiles at her. She was gazing into his deep, bluish-grey eyes. She playfully bit her lower lip and absent-mindedly twisted a strand of hair. Riff Raff walked towards her so he could kiss her, but she quickly avoided him and had her head back in the toilet before he could even get close to her. He kneeled down next to his sister and stroked her hair as she was throwing up. Columbia was laying down on her bed, grinning from ear to ear, hands folded over her mid-section. She was happier now than she had ever been in her entire life. Just as Columbia was about to go look for Magenta, she walked in through the door. "OMYGOSH! Magenta, I have to tell you something," Columbia screeched. She was practically bouncing on Magenta. "Columbia can this wait? I don't feel so good." Magenta was starting to turn a light shade of green. The groupie immediately stopped bouncing. "Mags, what's wrong," began Columbia. "Are you alright?" "Columbia, can I tell you a secret," asked Magenta. She wasn't sure if she was making the right choice, but she needed to tell someone. "You have to promise not to tell anyone. Not even Eddie.". The little groupie excitedly nodded her head. "Promise?" The groupie nodded again. Magenta took a deep breath. She exhaled. "I'm pregnant." "REALLY!" Columbia looked as if she might explode from happiness at any moment. Magenta nodded. "OMG OMG OMG OMG O-M-G! Two babies in the castle!" "Columbia, I didn't say anything about twi-" Then it hit her. "Columbia, are you-?" "Uh huh." she was bouncing again. Magenta hugged her friend tightly. She was smiling now and her shade of green vanished. The two girls laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Huge grins were spread across there faces. "So how long have you known," asked Columbia. "About two weeks. What about you?" She was glad that she had someone to talk to about this. "I would say about... Hmmm maybe, ten minutes now", said Columbia. Both girls started to giggle. "So… who's is it," Magenta asked timidly. "Eddie's," replied Columbia non-chalantly. Magenta nodded in approval. She never thought Frank would make a good father figure. "Have you told Riff yet?" "Not yet, but Frank is making us go to the grocery store tomorrow so I will talk to him then. What about Eddie? Have you told him yet?" Magenta was desperate to change the subject. "I think I'm gonna tell him on Christmas," Columbia began. "Since it's only a month away. Well, going to bed now. Good night." Columbia clicked off the light. Magenta laid in the dark, eyes quickly adjusting to the lack of light. What was she going tell Riff? A million questions were running through her mind. How was he going to react? Would he be angry or over-joyed? Would he leave her? This one question made the others leave her mind and made this single question ring loud. What if he DID leave her? Tears started to gather in the corners of her eyes. She was afraid now. Afraid of being alone. Afraid of being a single mother. Afraid of doing something she might regret. The tears were silently flowing now. She cried herself to sleep.
