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Sorry that the chapters are so short but that's my style. (and yes I know no-one likes cliffhangers but the coming chapters will probably always end with one because I like torturing people. lol)

Mac's POV

"Ruthie your test results were positive. You're pregnant." Dr. Sweet announced with not the least bit of happiness and enthusiasm in her voice. She was looking at Mac again as if he were demon spawn. He shot her a look that said "Hey I want to kill the bastard who got her pregnant too" Dr. Sweet then went on to explain everything. And he meant everything, the morning sickness, strange food cravings and finished off with the changes that would be happening to Ruthie's body. By the time she was done Mac was ready to throw up. Ruthie had been quiet through the whole talk and he began to wonder whether she was okay. As they got up to leave Dr Sweet reminded them to make another appointment for next month. He put his arm around Ruthie's waist and led her from the office. They stopped on the way out to schedule the appointment with the receptionist. Ruthie still wasn't talking as he led her through the halls and out into the parking lot. On the way they passed Martin. What the hell was he doing here? He didn't have time to stop and ask now, he had to get Ruthie back to his house so they could talk. He really needed a couple of questions answered.

Martin's POV

His visit to the clinic had been a bust. Dr. Sweet had refused to tell him anything and the only bit of useful information he had gotten was that Ruthie and Mac had been there that afternoon. But he only knew that because he had seen them when he had arrived. Rage surged through him as he remembered, Mac had looked so smug with his arm possessively around Ruthie's waist. All the secrecy was driving him crazy. For starters Ruthie had said she'd be at Violet's this afternoon and Mac had said he was having tea with his grandmother. He really should have guessed something was up when he heard that. But no, he had trusted his two best friends. Well he liked Ruthie way more. Maybe even loved her. He just wished he knew what was going on. By the time he found out the truth he'd probably be an A class detective. But right now he didn't actually have time to worry about anything, he had to go and get ready for a baseball game. He wanted to ask Mac what was going on but unfortunately he wasn't playing this time so it would have to wait till Sunday.

Mac's POV

He and Ruthie were sitting in his room. Ruthie still hadn't spoken on the ride home and Mac was beginning to wonder if she had lost her ability to speak. She was sitting at his desk fidgeting with a couple of paper-clips. She looked really nervous and scared but that was understandable considering the situation. But he had questions to ask, questions that needed answers. Taking a deep breath he took the plunge "Ruthie?" he asked hesitantly wanting to know if she was at least able to hear him.

"Yes." she replied quietly.

"Are you ok?" he questioned.

"Yeah." she replied without emotion.

"Do pigs fly?" was his next question. He needed to see if she was really listening.

"Yes." she answered again in the same unemotional voice.

Sighing he got up from where he was perched on the bed and went over to the desk. He knelt down beside the chair so that he was on her level and could look into her eyes. He took her hands in his. "Ruthie listen to me," he begged "Please."

"Ok." she said but this time he could tell she was actually aware of what was going on.

"Ruthie who's the father of your baby?" this was a question he needed an answer to if he was going to help her.

"Mac,..."

And that's all I'm telling you. (mwhahahahahahaha)you'll have to wait till I write another chapter to find out just exactly what's going on. Sorry the chapter's so short. I'll try to make the next one longer.