"Daisy? Can Cyd and I talk to you?" Shelby asks as she pulls the dainty girl off the couch without any intention to wait for an answer, and escorts her to their bedroom.

Daisy sits with her back against the board of Shelby's bed, slightly sitting up, but not enough to make her feel dizzy again. It was then than the two girls folded their hands at the end of Shelby's bed, looking unintentionally suspicious and inquisitive.

"Daisy, we know some of what happened in your time, and possibly why you're here. But if you could tell us anything we don't yet know about you, maybe we could help keep you safe until you can go home." Shelby insists sweetly, playing good cop bad cop with her.

Daisy nervously twirls her hair, looking directly into the puke bowl on her lap, her eyes glazed over and weary, as if she was going to puke again. Shelby lunges beside her, grabbing her hair and pulling it to the side just in case.

"You girls have been so kind helping a maiden such as myself, but I believe my problems are bigger than you can understand. And I don't want you to change the past for me, because everything that was happening was finally becoming good for me. I had uncertain, but warm shelter from Sebastian, a loving husband and...oh." Daisy suddenly pauses, realizing that the girls hadn't know of him.

"Husband?!" Cyd exclaims, looking to Shelby for her reaction, but gets nothing.

"Yes, Sir. Sterling Victor. Him and I have been secretly married, until I was promised to Sebastian. Then my nanny hid me to keep me from Sebastian's wrath. So when I wanted you to go back, I wanted you to break our arranged marriage, not for Barry, but because I didn't think I'd see him or my husband again."

Daisy's face is flushed, her eyes darting nervously from Cyd and Shelby until she begins to gag, leaning over the large bowl and gripping it until her knuckles turned white. Shelby held her hair and Cyd rubbed her back, the girls looking with concern to each other over the sick princess.

"Well, do you know how long you were in the tower before you fell ill?" Cyd asks.

"My husband, a forestman, disappeared only two months ago, but i've been hidden for years. He'd visit me in my tower at night and we'd have dinner and play cards."

Cyd and Shelby light up, last week's history lesson still fresh in their minds, and they knew this wasn't just the average flu. They knew in her time men could bring back all kinds of diseases and black plague wasn't uncommon. However, they knew that Daisy's symptoms matched those that women had experienced for years.

"And he wasn't sick?" Shelby asked for confirmation.

"Of course not!"

"So how could you get sick locked in a tower? And why weren't you sick before you came here?" Cyd adds.

"Not sick, other than feeling queasy when I wake up, but it could because my stomach needs adjusting to your food." Daisy reassures them politely.

Cyd and Shelby exchange glares, their eyes wide before small smiles of relief cracked across their faces'.

"Daisy, we know how to help you!" Shelby exclaims.

"You mean, I don't have the plague or food poisoning?!" She cheers up.

"No!" Shelby reassures her, "You're pregnant!" She finishes at the same time as Cyd.

Daisy's eyes grow the size of saucers, glimmering as if she were to burst into tears, glossy and anxious, unsure how to react before her lip began to quiver. She first was as still as a statue, looking as she was an axe dangling from a string, ready to fall and slice their wooden dining table in half. On the other hand, it could be excitement, so unbelievable, so unreal that she couldn't move. That was until she leaned over and began to puke again.

"Daisy, we know you're scared." Shelby eventually says, watching as the small girl wipes her mouth across her sleeve. "But we're gonna find out why you're here and how we can help, and we won't let anything happen to you or your baby."

"But Sebastian can't know. I can't...I won't go back!" She rambles, going into hysterics.

Cyd and Shelby each grab a hand of hers, teaching her how to breath slowly, in and out, trying to avoid another nervous vomiting episode. Daisy's rapid breathing eventually settles, and she looks to the girls, trying to think more rationally.

"There's only one way to know for sure; A medieval test of pregnancy! We get a nail, drop it in the woman's urine, and if it rusts, i'm pregnant!" Daisy informs them.

"Or… we could buy you a test we have in our days that tells you whether you're pregnant or not. All you have to do is pee on it, and it will tell you, 'yes' or 'no'." Cyd insists, hoping to avoid anyone peeing in a jar, despite usually being one all for it.

Daisy lowers her head, worries once again overwhelming her, and she feels two hands on her back, reassuring her that it was going to be okay.

"Daisy, we're here for you no matter what happens. We're gonna help you!" Shelby reassures her.

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Daisy swishes her dress nervously with one hand, flicking the frilly sides with her left hand as she paces the bathroom floor. Shelby and Cyd had brought her home a test from the pharmacy on the way home from school, driving several miles out of their way just to make sure they would arise any suspicion.

"Shelby? I can't do this!" Daisy calls from behind the closed door, her hand wrapped around the brass knob.

"Of course you can! You're a princess in shining armor! Besides it's inevitable that you're going to know. Either now, or in nine months when you're giving birth. We need to know if that's a possibility."

"Why don't we just jump forward in time?" Cyd bluntly asks, the only obvious answer to her.

Shelby shook her head, realizing that any impact on the future could be as dangerous as the past. They wanted Daisy to have a sense of normality without any fears of opening up any rifts or stirring up any trouble. The last thing they needed was to open a rift or change something in time, accidently giving Sebastian an upper hand.

After minutes of silence, the door slowly creaks open, a pale and sweaty princess with her hands wrung together, carrying an object between her shaky hands.

"Guys, this isn't as bad as it seems. I mean, Sebastian will want nothing to do with a maiden who has a child with another man, from another marriage. In my day it was frowned upon. So maybe my child and I will have a fresh and safe start here."

Daisy sets the white and pink plastic stick in front of them on the bed, the girls anxiously watching as the liquid runs down the inside of the window, painting another vertical line beside the first. Cyd and Shelby watch Daisy's face, first starting as little grimace at, but then cheek to cheek as she sighs, relief flooding over her.

"Sebastian can't have me, and this little life i'm bringing into the world is my fresh start, my new family that i'm raising in this new century." She exclaims quietly, and Cyd and Shelby hug their friend.

"Of course not. We're your family now, unless you decide it's safe to go back." Shelby adds.

"You're pregnant; I can't believe this." Cyd mumbles in disbelief.

Weeks after Daisy discovered she was pregnant, Cyd and Shelby knew that it wouldn't be long until they had to tell others, and even considered the fact of letting Daisy become home schooled because they couldn't possibly explain that she was from 1522 without sounding crazy, and pinning Barry as the father wouldn't be fair. Especially if he didn't know Daisy was pregnant in the first place, telling others he was the father would be unfair.

"Daisy, we need to take you to a obstetrician soon for an ultrasound, so my mom will take you to Dr. Sanders." Shelby declares one day as she comes downstairs for breakfast, finding Daisy already at the table beside Cyd.

"Will it hurt?" Daisy declares tearfully before Shelby grabs her hands and shakes her head.

"We just need a doctor to make sure your baby is okay by using a magical wand to see inside your stomach." Shelby reassures her.

"You know, in my day if someone claimed that, they'd be burned for witchcraft. Your century is so weird." Daisy informs them and Cyd nods.

"And no talking about your times in 1522 in front of Astrid. This is already weird enough." Cyd adds before Shelby gives her a slight disapproving look.

Daisy looks nervously at the girls, unsure of whether or not she wanted to go without them, not that Astrid wasn't completely nice and her hospitality warm and welcoming, but she knew she would feel safer with Cyd and Shelby by her side in case trouble would arise. Clearly the girls could sense her discomfort because Shelby slipped a friendly hand into Daisy's before whispering "It's gonna be okay", and side hugging her.

She didn't do much on the way to the doctor other than nervously look outside the van window into the sunny streets lined with amazingly tall buildings with glass windows that only people on the inside could see out of, as well as a fair share of older brick buildings, moss and rotting wood thrown outside beside the trash cans littering the streets.

"Daisy, i'm not sure about your parents or how they were like, but I want you to know that you can come to me for anything. Because just as we opened our home to Cyd, we want you to feel that the Marcus household is yours to share as well."

"Well, thank-you. And I suppose that I'm a bit fearful that it will hurt."

"That's normal! So don't worry sweetheart! Besides, this isn't the worst of it. You'll look back at the end of this and see that it was nothing, then when you hold your baby, none of it will matter anymore." Astrid assures her, looking from the road to a timid Daisy nervously wringing her sweaty palms together.

After minutes of silence, Daisy looks up to see the clinic before her and she feels her throat tighten, feeling as if moths were eating at her stomach lining. At least that's how they would describe it in her days, though Shelby mentioned that they were actually, butterflies?

"Mrs. Marcus?" Daisy whispers hesitantly, fearfully.

"What's on your mind Daisy?"

"Did it hurt when you had Shelby? What do you remember?" She asks without really wanting an answer.

"Oh, not much; Just take the drugs Sweetheart." She dismisses, parking her car in the spot furthest possible to the clinic.

Daisy wasn't sure if it was the calming sound of her baby's heartbeat, or if it was the large and intimidating machine with the wand projecting an image of her child before her, but she felt petrified, unable to move as she laid there on that sterile white sheet lining the bed.

She saw her baby move, though it didn't look like a baby quite yet, she knew it was because this life had a beautiful beating heart she never knew she could hear until after the baby was born. Children in her time often died shortly after birth and that was the one thing she hid inside that she was afraid to tell Cyd, Shelby, and even Astrid. She was afraid that this first new discovery of hearing and seeing her baby before they were born would also be her last.

"That's really him or her? This isn't witchcraft, this is innovation!" Daisy exclaims in amusement.

Apparently she had been too loud because Astrid and Dr. Emily scrunch up their noses in confusion, and grimace, surprised to hear something so random from the small, fifteen year old, brunette.

"Well, life is beautiful dear. And you're certainly correct that we have come a long ways in time to see such a wonderful thing!" Astrid adds nervously, silently apologizing to the nurse.

"You don't know the half of it." Daisy remarks to herself.