A/N Hey guys! I'm sorry that I haven't updated in awhile. There has just been so much going on in my life lately that I couldn't find the time to sit down and wright. Please forgive me! I will try to update sooner next time, but no promises. I will try though. Anyway, enough of that. Let's get on with the story, shall we? ^-^

~Rose's POV~

I'm sitting on the couch in our living room, re-reading a book that I had already read over fifty times. It was one of my favorites, and I had almost every single word memorized. I still loved reading it though, even though I already knew what was going to happen, and how it was going to end. I had been reading this book for most of the day, not wanting to tear my eyes away from it since I picked it up. I was always like this when it came to books. I will read for hours at a time, and at the end of the day, I like to look back and see how much I've actually read. It gives me an accomplished feeling to know that I can read over a hundred pages in a day.

I was nearing the end of the book though, and I had been sitting on the couch for a little while. I didn't want to put the book down, but I was getting hungry, and I knew that I had to get something to eat soon. The last time that I foolishly didn't eat when I noticed that I was getting hungry, I ended up getting sick. That happened to me when I wasn't pregnant too, but it has gotten worse now that I'm am pregnant.

I sigh as I put my bookmark in place and set the book to the side. I push my self to stand up, which is no easy task, but I manage it. I would have been easier if my dad, or Jack, was around to help me, but both of them are gone. They went to go do something or another, and I didn't argue. I'm happy that they spend time together so that they can bond. It helps me feel easier about dating somebody, when I know that my dad likes them.

I rub my lower back a little as I begin to waddle to the kitchen. I walk to the fridge and open the door. There wasn't much in the fridge that actually looked good to me, so I close it and open the freezer instead. There's a few pizzas, some TV dinners, uncooked meat, pizza rolls, and some vegetables inside. I only had to think on it for a moment before I grabbed the pizza rolls.

I get a pan out of one of the cabinets and set it on the stove. I then flip of the bag of pizza rolls and read the directions. Then I preheat the oven to 450 degrees, and I tear open the bag. I spread the pizza rolls out as evenly as I could, because the cookie sheet is small-ish. I roll up the bag and put what's left of the pizza rolls back into the freezer. Then I make my way to the other side of the kitchen to get a glass of water while the oven preheats.

I walk around a little bit as I take small sips of the water. Sitting for so long had made me a little stiff, so I'm actually thankful that I had to get up. Not before to long, I hear the oven beep, telling me that it's time to put in the pizza rolls. I make my way back to the kitchen and open the oven. I set the pizza rolls inside and then I set the timer for fifteen minutes. I resume my pacing as my mind starts to wander.

I wonder what's going to happen when the baby comes. I'm completely happy with my life right now, but sometimes I get scared. I get scared because I know that things like Pitch will never go away completely, and I want to keep my little girl safe from things like that. I've had multiple nightmares about this, most of them were about me waking up and finding the baby gone. Then it turns out that she was taken by Pitch. I wake up sweating and in a frenzy, but Jack usually calms me down by saying that Pitch hasn't gained any of his power back yet.

I want to believe him, but I have a nagging fear that the past eight months have just been a short break. I feel like there's going to be another storm soon, and I don't think I'm prepared for it this time. Granted I wasn't prepared for the last one either, but I'm at more of a disadvantage this time. And I know that those around me are at a disadvantage to. I know that something bad will happen again, and I hope that we can pull through if it does happen.

I hear the oven go off, and it brings me out of my thoughts. I make my way back to the kitchen and get out some oven mitts. I pull out the pizza rolls, and set them on top of the stove before I turn off the oven. I set the oven mitts down before grabbing a plate and a spatula. I scoop some of the pizza rolls onto the plate, and then I pull the ranch out of the fridge. I pour some of the ranch onto the side of the plate, and put the ranch back into the fridge.

I then grab the plate and waddle over to the kitchen table. I sit down with a sigh, and breath for a few seconds, before I pick up one of the rolls. As I start to blow on it, to cool it off, I feel hear my phone start going off in my pocket. I set the pizza roll down and pull out my phone, curious as to who was calling me. I see a picture of Jamie that I had taken of him when we were hanging out awhile back. I don't think twice as I answer the phone.

"Hey bud. What's going on?" I ask.

"Hey Rose.. umm.. I was wondering if Jack was around?" I hear him ask, and from the tone of his voice I know that something's wrong. It's not his usually cheery tone, but more of a stressed tone. It's safe to say that a few alarms went off in my head.

"Jamie, what's wrong?" I ask, my tone now filled with worry. I hear him take a deep few breaths before he answers me.

"I had a really bad nightmare last night, and I didn't think much of it. Mostly because I figured that it was normal to have one every now and then. But when I got to school, I noticed that everyone was kinda gloomy. So I asked the others what was going on, and they told me that almost everyone has been having nightmares all weekend." He says in a rush, and it takes my mind a moment to catch up. Once it does, I sit in shock for a moment.

Even if Pitch was getting stronger, he couldn't possibly have that much strength yet. It took him a little over a year to regain what little powers he had the last time we beat him. But who else could be doing this? I'm the only other person who shared his powers, and I only use my powers when necessary. It must be Pitch, but how is he gaining his strength back so soon? It just doesn't make any sense.

Is there a possibility that I'm doing this unintentionally? I tried to experiment with my powers in the past few months, just to see how much I could do. I never gave anybody nightmares though, and nobody really knew what I was doing. I think that my dad had ideas, but he ever said anything about it. I like to think that it's because he knows that I would never hurt somebody, especially a child, on purpose.

What if, by practicing, I helped Pitch get stronger? I honestly didn't think I was hurting anybody by seeing how far I could go. And I haven't summoned any nightmares since the night we defeated Pitch. I assumed it was to dangerous. My temples start to throb, as my thoughts are frantically trying to find an answer. My mind jumps back to Jamie, and I know how scared he must be. I needed to be there with him, to make sure nothing happens to him.

"Jamie, just hold on. I'll be there in a moment." I say, and he mutters and 'okay' before hanging up the phone. I put the phone back into my pocket and stand up. I search the house for a pen and some paper, to leave a not for the boys. I find the necessary items and return to the table to start writing. Once I'm done I put the note into a place that I know they will find it. Then I lock the doors, and slip on my shoes.

I take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves, as I let my eyes slide close. My hands go to sit protectively over my stomach as I start to concentrate. I focus Jamie's house, and I feel the black sand start to crawl around me, engulfing me. Then I feel it start to release me from it's grip, and I open my eyes to see the Bennett house.

I walk up to the door and knock on it. I wait patiently for Jamie's mother to answer the door. Once she see's my face she smiles, and welcomes me into her home. I like Jamie's mother, she was a nice person and she always treated me like part of the family. She even told me that she thought of me as a daughter, and that made me so happy.

She offered to get me something to drink, but I politely refused. I don't think I could stomach anything right now. She smiled at me again, told me that Jamie was up in his room. I thanked her and started to head up the stairs towards his room.

~Jack's POV~

The wind sets me down gently next to Rose's dad's car, that's now parked in the small driveway. I tried to ride inside the car when the two of us first took off, but I felt cramped inside the small space so I decided that I would glide next to the car instead. Rose's dad didn't seem to mind to much. In fact, he seemed to understand very well what I was talking about.

We went out to a couple of stores to look at some things, and he gave me his honest opinion on everything. That in itself is why I wanted him to come. He wouldn't beat around the bush, and I respect him for being able to do that. Then we went to some clothing stores to pick out some outfits for the baby. Not that she really needed any more clothes. Between Rose, her dad, the other guardians, and myself, she lots of clothes. But it was still fun to buy more cute outfits for her.

Rose's dad got out of the car, and then went to the door. I followed him and watched as he pulled out his keys to unlock the door. I quirk and eyebrow at that, knowing that we left the door unlocked when we left. Did Rose leave? I think, but I dismiss the notion. She's must of locked the door because she wanted to take a shower or something.

Rose's dad fiddles with the keys for a moment, before finding the right one and unlocking the door. We step inside of the house, and I set my staff up against the wall by the door. I didn't see much point of carrying it around the house.

"You want some coffee Jack?" He asks me as he starts walking towards the kitchen. I walk casually behind him, and I lean up against the counter as I see him get the coffee pot ready.

"I'm good, but thanks. And thank you for helping me out today to." I say to him. I'm truthfully thankful for all of his help in the past few weeks. God knows that I could never have gotten this much done without him.

"It's no problem at all. I just want you and Rose to be happy in anyway possible. I also want to try and help you two hold onto that happiness in anyway I can." He says smiling at me, and I can't help but smile back at him. He has always tried to be nice to me, and he always tries to help me out whenever I need it. He also gives me advice, or will willingly answer questions that I have. I think that Rose is very lucky to have this man as her father.

I turn to go sit down at the table and I notice two things. The first is the plate of untouched Pizza rolls. I find this odd, because Rose isn't the kind of person to just abandon food. Not unless something happened of course. The second is a note that's laying on the table. I walk over and pick it up. I reads:

Dad,
I'm at Jamie's house. Something happened. So, if you two get back before I do, please send Jack this way. I have my cell, and sorry that I left without much notice.
Rose

A/N And I end it there for now because I'm starting to get writers block. But tell me what you guys think about the newest chapter, and I'll chat with y'all later! Stay awesome you guys! ^^