Hey Dudes, Baby Jellyfish is back, I love the great response i got from it and last night i even had a dream about this, I hope you guys enjoy chapter 2 :)

Everyone was in complete shock. For moments everyone just turned to stone. Sweat rushed down my face like a waterfall. I could barley believe this myself, there is a small tiny human inside of me, using me for its survival.

Finally after a while, Mayaya spoke up.

"How dare you?!" She screamed in her usual over enthusiastic way. "You are suppose to be a otaku. A nerd who doesn't need to love anyone besides characters. You have ruined your honor as a otaku. Why don't you just put some lip gloss on and join the stylish."

I didn't know how i was expecting the reaction to be, but oh dear that did not turn out well. I didn't know how to respond to that.

"Calm down." Chieko said, referring to Mayaya's freak out. "Tsukimi honey, congratulations."

I perked up a little bit. Was she actually giving a positive response?

"You having a baby is a great thing, but I don't think its a very good image for us at the sisterhood, I honestly believe you do not belong here, but I will give you the benefit of the doubt and ask Mejiro."

The tension built up high as we waited at the door for our letter to be responded. My stomach felt butterflies, and not the good kind.

"Banish her." The note said.

I didn't have to be told anything else, I just ran out crying. I could barley pave my way with my fogged up glasses, but I just ran.

Thoughts ran threw my head like a cheetah, I was now homeless, and I had a child on the way, I would probably barley be able to feed myself never mind the baby. The baby would probably be stillborn. Not only would I loose my house, but I will also loose my child, and I probably lost Kurenosuke, I mean he probably doesn't want anything to do with the child of some dorky otaku girl. My heart was racing and after running about a half mile up the street i was breathless.

I quite literally hit a wall and sunk down on to the floor. Still sobbing. I rubbed my sumach where I assumed the baby would be. I wonder if she or he is developed enough to feel me. The again its only been a bit over a month.

"Its going to be okay." I whispered, although I didn't know who I was lying to. Even the barley devolved fetus could probably tell we were in danger.

I sink even farther down so I am lying on the bitter cold sidewalk. Eventually I cry myself to sleep.

I wake up to the feeling of a dainty hand pushing against me.

"Tsukimi? Is that you?"

"Huh? Who's asking?" I groan trying to clean my tear stained glasses with my sweater sleeve."

"Your boyfriend."

"Huh?"

"Its me Kuranosuke."

I blush, he actually referred to himself as my girlfriend, I mean after a night as wonderful as we had, I guess that's inevitable, but why would he still want to be my boyfriend after I got knocked up with his baby.

"Do I ask why you are laying on the street?"

"They..kicked...me..out.." I say between tears and staggered breaths.

'Well why didn't you come to me?"

"I..didn't think.. you would..want.."

Kurenosuke interrupted. "You really think I would be that father? I helped make this little cutie, and you're damn wrong if you think that I am not gonna be by his or her side."

I look up with hope. For a moment I actually forgot that Kurenosuke could be considered a father. (Our child is going to have a warped sight on what the male gender is.)

"Now come with me, no girlfriend of mine is going to live on the streets."

He grabbed my hand forcing me to his house.

When we got there he brought me to his bedroom and pushed me down on to his bed.

"Welcome home." He said he threw of the wig we was wearing and almost immediately pulled me into a passionate kiss, his lips were softer then you would expect a boys to be and I loved it, the kiss seemed to get more deeper as time went on. I stopped us before things got any farther.

"I don't think this is a good idea, you know with the baby and all.."

"The little one will learn to live with it." He said as a goofy smile came upon his face.

"Seriously."

He moved himself down so that his face was at level with my stomach.

"Don't worry kid, Mommy and Daddy are just doing the dishes."

I giggle and we continue.

This chapter is shorter then i am (I am 16 and five feet tall to put the metaphor into context.) I wanted to make things more descriptive, but i just couldn't think.

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