A/N: Don't be afraid to ask questions, my peeps. I'm perfectly fine answering any of them you have to ask.

I never knew this could be so hard on my body. And, even though right now I was currently clinging to the can made of porcelain and white paint, I never wanted to be this intimate with a toilet. It's disgusting sitting here, so close to the damned thing that I could see rust stains in the bowl. On top of that, I felt weak, dry heaves keeping me down on the tile floor like a sick puppy. I hated it; being weak in any way pissed me off more than anything.

"You've been in there for a while now, Droite," Kimi said as she leaned against the doorframe. She crossed her arms and frowned. "He should be here helping you. I shouldn't have to be the one helping you all the time, no matter how much I care about you."

I fell back against the wall, wiping my eyes. Tears were flowing down my cheeks due to how much force my body was putting into expelling everything I had tried to consume from my stomach. "He won't and you know that," I stated harshly. It was true, too; Kaito wasn't happy whatsoever with having slept with me, considering that he is a person of faith and thinks that sex should be saved for marriage (not that I can say that I don't agree with him). "Even if he knew, he still wouldn't think it'd be a good thing to have a child out of marriage."

"Ugh, people who think like that are idiots," she murmured. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, half silver and half black. Her big blue eyes glowed with anger. "Especially that blonde douchebag that you so happen to be so content with. Men are gross to begin with."

I sighed and brought my hand to my eyes. "Kimi, you're dating a guy right now. You do realize that, right?"

"Oh, damn, I forgot," she stated. She started giggling, and I couldn't help but laugh, too. Kimi was truly a good friend, even if we had known each other for only a short amount of time. Her full name was Fukawa Kimi, but she hated her last name and really wanted to go by her boyfriend's last name (which was Togami). We were almost a year apart (I'm now twenty-one, and she's twenty-two), but despite that, we were practically inseparable.

I groaned, leaning back over the toilet as I felt my throat once again kick back up with the gags. It was painful as the remaining stomach acid I had left came back up, burning the living hell out of my tongue and leaving my teeth gritty. Kimi came over and held my bangs back, rubbing circles between my shoulder blades. At least she was here to help me.

When I had managed to gain control back over my esophagus, I leaned back against her and coughed. "I really, really hate this," I said, shutting my eyes. She gently wiped my mouth with a piece of toilet paper, which I was grateful for.

"I know it is, sweety," she murmured. "But you're doing great so far. Only thirty-two more weeks to go!"

"Technically thirty-four, but whatever," I corrected, rolling my eyes. Eight weeks ago was when Kaito and I were together. That's eight weeks of being in a condition that left me barely able to function. Only a few days ago had I found out that I truly was pregnant and that I was at risk for complications. Sometime next February was my estimated due date; apparently the joke was that the baby would be born on Valentine's Day. It'd be funny, in my opinion.

"Hey, Kimi," I murmured quietly, looking down sadly, "Will I make a good mother?"

"Hm?" Tilting her head, she stared at me. "Why do you ask me that?"

"Because I have no concept of family," I stated. "I've never known what it's like to have a mother, or a father, or siblings to play with. Gauche is the only 'family' I have, and we aren't even related."

Kimi trailed her fingers through my hair, straightening it out. "Well, whatever happened in your past happened. Nothing can change that. But if you can use that to your advantage and put the effort into keeping this baby alive and well and having both parents, then you will make a great mother."

I nodded at her, smiling. "Thanks." Staring at the clock on the wall, I frowned. "Wonderful. I need to contact Gauche about the tournament he's participating in here in Heartland."

"Sounds like fun," Kimi said. She stood and then helped me off the floor. "Your stomach calm now?"

"I think so." Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I realized that my hair was getting longer. Longer than I had ever had it. It was now passed my shoulder blades, closing in on my elbows. I hadn't known that it had gotten so long because of the chaos of all the events going on. My eyes were dull, no longer holding life in them. Kimi stared at me for a second before walking out into the living room and kitchen, leaving me to my thoughts.

I slid my hand over my stomach. My dress was now too tight to wear (it practically hugged every inch of my body), so I had switched to a stretchy black skirt and a white tank top underneath a brown leather jacket. Glaring at the outfit (excluding the jacket because I wasn't wearing it right now), I shifted away from the mirror and turned to the hallway.

Only to be hit by another wave of nausea caused by getting a whiff of the wheat cereal Kimi liked.

"Oh, for the love of god…" I groaned, going back over to sit beside the toilet.

A/N: A bit of a boring chapter, no? Oh well, I'm too tired for this shiz, anyway. LOL.

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