Honestly? I have an obsession with Christa being pregnant. I don't know why, but when she isn't all hallowed out Historia – I could see her being a mother. Also I have nothing to do but to message you guy's at random, so if you want to chat then message me. Um, I'll edit this when I can/want to. But for now I'll post it. Please comment a review. (:

"So much harm comes into this world when the wrong thing is said. But that's nothing compared to the pain from what goes unsaid."
- Brad Meltzer, The Book of Lies

Chapter Two:

Two days. Two full days it's been since she went to see if she was really pregnant or not and she still hasn't got the results yet. She wanted to stay at Sasha's until the results came back, because what if she was pregnant? What could she tell Ymir? Would her body feel differently? Right now, it felt pretty weird to her. Like a bunch of butterflies, mixture of bad and good one's flowing up throughout her stomach, running through her entire body from her stomach and meeting every nerve at the end of her skin. It was completely nerve-wracking to the tiny blonde girl. Sasha told her it was fine for her to stay there, but she felt like a bother and that wasn't something she wanted to feel like. Not since she's felt that way since the day she was born.

Christa turned on her smart phone and stared at it, no texts or missed calls – nothing from the hospital or Ymir, or anyone else in that matter. She was surprised no one from her work had messaged her, being that she hadn't gone in, in nearly a week. Christa had been working at a café as a waitress, for around a year or two now. She's become acquainted with the workers and some costumers that came in every day. She had got the job to support the lifestyle she and Ymir both desired, and since the breakup she took less shifts and started trying to have some free time. But now she was regretting it because she didn't have a whole lot of money for everything she needed, like food, so most of the time she's ate once a day. Which was some-what good, to her, because she was getting sick so often…

Distracting her from her thoughts, Christa felt ill all of a sudden. With a groan escaping her lips, she got up and ran to the bathroom. Nearly falling out of bed as she did. She was really thankful that Connie and Sasha were both still in their room this time, so she could finally deal without them both constantly asking her if she was pregnant or not. Christa was getting tired of all the questions. "Have you told Ymir?" "Have you given any thought on what you are going to do?" "How are you feeling?" "How are you going to tell Ymir?" I just want them to stop. Christa sighed to herself and placed the side of her face against the wall, after she had finished puking her guts up. She placed her dainty hand on her stomach, she kind of already felt like she was. Like something in her body just told her she was. She just had to know for sure and hoped that she wasn't.

When Christa's phone started ringing, she reached into her pocket and pulled it out. The ID said, 'Marco'. Swiping 'Accept' across the screen and put the phone to her ear. "Hello?" She mumbled, almost grumpily.

"Christa! You answered! Everyone here is worried about you, no one has heard from you." As Marco was speaking into the phone, he was trying to make some coffee for the costumers. After he finished pouring the water into the thing that heated up the water for the coffee. "You haven't come in for days." He stated, holding the phone to his ear by his shoulder. "Where have you been?!" Marco sounded extremely worried.

Christa held her phone to her ear, looking at the furthest wall in front of her. What could she say? That she took time off because she thought that she was pregnant? She couldn't tell everyone that. The word would get around and Ymir would end up hearing it. "I—I, uh, I haven't been feeling the best, Marco." Christa lied, feeling diffident. Even just sitting up she felt winded, and like she could throw up at any moment.

"I see, that sucks… But Mr. Ackerman said if you don't come in soon, he's going to fire ya, so you need to come in today – preferably like now." Marco warned his friend, he was actually really worried about the girl losing her job since she lived with her ex and had to support herself because Ymir obviously wasn't going to support her

With a sigh, Christa put her hands on her knees. Ugh. "Okay…fine. I'm going to go so I can get ready. Seeya." Christa hung up on the freckled boy without giving him a chance to reply.

Leaving the guest room, she was greeted with the smell of pizza which made her stomach grumble. Sasha was cooking, which wasn't abnormal. She had usually spent all her time at home in the kitchen. But she knew she wouldn't have time to eat it, so when she saw that Sasha was offering her a piece – her stomach felt like it punched itself when she rejected it. Sasha looked at the blonde with a concerned face and Christa hand went to her stomach and she shook her head with a puffy face as a sign that she might throw up.

Sasha went to her friend's side and rubbed her shoulders. "Everything okay?" She looked directly at Christa.

Christa nodded. "I'm fine; I have to go to work though…" She was getting so used to living with Sasha, maybe instead of telling Ymir and everyone that she was, if she was even… Maybe Sasha would let her stay there for free? They were good friends and she would surely work her ass off to pay back for everything later.

"Oh, with this condition?" Sasha was now rubbing her arms from her elbows to her shoulder.

"Sasha, tons of women go to work pregnant. Plus I don't even know if I am yet – I just feel really sick." Christa pulled away from Sasha. "I'll be fine." She forced a smile and went back to her room to get ready.

As soon as she was ready, Christa said goodbye to Connie and Sasha and walked to work. Her work wasn't far from Sasha's and in fact in the morning she usually had Ymir drop her off at her friend's and she'd just walk from there. However, with the heat and everything, it was killing her. She wanted to be in air-conditioning so much. The heat was killing her, when she was a street away from Sasha's she had nearly a bucket of sweat dripping off of her it was so insane. Christa wanted anything but walking to work on a day hot as today, especially feeling as sick as she does. She thought of calling Ymir, asking for a ride, but Christa knew she was probably busy doing something or just simply wouldn't do it. Ever since the break up, Ymir has been giving her the cold shoulder. Like she didn't want her around. Which is why she was so scared if she was pregnant; because Ymir probably wouldn't want her around anymore. She was so worried about that.

Christa was so used to being hated and told that it was best if she was dead growing up, that when she met Ymir she nearly stopped and started wanting to live again. Bit by bit, she was changing and now she didn't know how to go back to the girl she was. It was no doubt that Ymir had the effect to change the girl. She showed her what true love is, for the most part. She always had protected her, held her close and told her that she loved her. That's why when Ymir had broken up with her; it had become quite a shock. It wasn't just a shock to her, but to all their friends as well. No one knew why Ymir broke up with her, not even Christa because Ymir wouldn't even tell her. Each time she asked, Ymir would get angry with her and walk away.

When Christa got to the restaurant, she was greeted by a hug from Marco – which wasn't anything different, because the guy seemed to love to hug. His friend, Jean, was sitting on a barstool in front of the counter talking to another casual customer named Armin. The two seemingly got along and seemed to be acquaintances. Marco's relationship with Jean was no mystery to the blonde or anyone who saw them together. They were clearly boyfriends. Christa pondered for a second if it was possible for them to, to have kids. Since she was thinking that she was with Ymir. No, Christa, that's stupid they don't have period's or egg's inside their bodies. She pushed the thought out of her mind.

As the day went on, the little blonde girl her best trying to act normal. She did normal thing's that she did in her everyday life, wait tables and have idle chit-chat with some friendly costumers and with the overly friendly costumers Marco told them to back off. Mikasa waited on her friends and some other people all day, the girl wasn't that friendly so she was more there as a bodyguard to the shop than as a waitress. Plus, the owner Mr. Ackerman didn't know who else to hire as an employee so he hired Mikasa. Marco was hired because he was pretty friendly and he was pleasant to look at too.

Christa got a whiff of some fish, again, when one of her costumers ordered it. When she went into the kitchen to pick it up, she couldn't even get that close to it. As soon as she got a whiff of it, it had her running to the bathroom. Marco followed in suit by himself as soon as he saw the tiny blonde streak to the bathroom after having dropped the metal tray that carried all the plates of food to the ground. She crouched down in front of the toilet, too familiar with this experience, and threw up again. And then, again, and again. When will this stop? Christa cried and heaved over top of the toilet as her body quivered.

Snapping her out of her trance, Marco was knocking on the door. "Christa you okay?"

Major Déjà-vu hit the girl; really, the only difference was this was with Marco and not Connie now. She pulled herself up, standing up now and flushed the toilet. "I-I'm fine." She quickly washed her hands and then left the bathroom.

Christa found Marco waiting outside the bathroom door, in the little hallway that led to the bathrooms. He was leaning against the wall. His familiar freckles reminded her of Ymir, like they could be related some-how. Of course, though, Christa understood just because they had freckles doesn't mean they're related. "You sure?" He raised his eyebrows at her. "You look really sick, you should go home."

The short girl shook her head no, wrapping her arms around herself. "If I leave, won't I get fired?" She looked up at Marco with wide sad blue eyes.

"You're really sick, obviously…" Marco trailed off, mumbling a bunch of other things – talking mainly about Mr. Ackerman. He said good things and then bad things about him. I should probably tune back in, Christa thought. "So… I don't think Mr. Ackerman will care, he should understand." Marco awkwardly smiled, scratching the back of his head.

Christa bit her lower lip and nodded, still looking up at her tall freckled friend. "O-okay, I'll go home then." She gave Marco a forced smile. The girl didn't want him to worry about her, so she'll have to seem as normal as possible.

After having said bye and seeya later to everyone at work, Christa made her way back to Sasha's place. She was thankful the temperature was getting cooler, so she wasn't as hot as she was when she walked to work. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Her phone was suddenly going off in her pocket, and she reached to pull it out. When she read an unfamiliar number, she thought it could be the hospital finally calling her with the results. Finally, I'll know. Christa swiped accept across the screen.

"Hello?" All the nerves in her skin felt like they were sticking up. She felt this uneasy feeling inside her gut, but she knew that was just her nerves too.

"Hello, Miss Renz? This is Petra Ral; I was your nurse the other day?" She questioned, sounding pretty feminine over the phone, with even some added giggles. She was getting distracted by Hanji, kissing her neck as the crazy brunette tried to pleasure her lover and focus on her work papers in front of her – while Petra was using her phone in her office.

"Ah! Y-yes you were, I remember!" The blonde perked up, stopping half way down the street from her work. She looked back the other way, towards the way she would walk had she was going home. Back to Ymir.

"Okay, good. Um… Your results came in." Petra giggled again as Hanji breathed onto the nape of the ginger haired girl. "S-stoooop it, I'm on the phone with one of your patients." She mumbled quietly as possible, hoping the blonde couldn't hear it over the phone. "And, congratulations! You're pregnant!"

You're pregnant, you're pregnant, you're pregnant. Echoed in Christa's head, over and over again. "Thank you." She mumbled and hung up without saying goodbye. Her hand found her stomach and she felt sick again, her leg's felt weak. No, not just her legs, her entire body felt weak. "Ymir is going to hate this." Christa whispered to herself as she felt her eyes get all watery.

After finding out, Christa pretty much ran the rest of the way to Sasha's. She wanted to tell her sporty best friend everything about what happened. She wanted her to know that she was that she really was pregnant. Which Christa was still having a hard time believing. Especially since it was with Ymir. Though, it wasn't that hard to believe because Ymir was the only one she's ever had sex with. Unless someone raped her in her sleep or something.

"I'm pregnant!" Christa shouted as soon as she busted through the door.

Sasha was sitting on the couch, with Connie, playing some board game. With a shocked expression, Sasha stood up immediately and stared at her blonde friend. "Really?!" Her brown eyes were wide, slightly with excitement.

Christa, with her eyes full of tears, she nodded. "Yes." Her hand found her stomach; there was someone in there now. No, there's been someone inside of her for months. Resting inside her womb, as she ate, slept and did everything she normally does. It was only now that she knew for-sure that she was. Christa had to remind herself that. She wiped her tears as soon as she felt one dribble down her cheek. "How am I going to tell Ymir? She'll hate the baby."

Sasha wrapped her arms around Christa, hugging her close. "Shh, she'll love the baby. Just tell her, okay? If not, and she finds out by someone else, she'll probably be pissed. So tell her."

Christa nodded numbly and looked over to Connie. "Can you take me home, please?"