Please comment and leave a review? I'm sorry for not continuing before now. I was going through some stuff. I'm not entirely okay, but it doesn't matter. So… But anyways, I hope you enjoy this.~ I'll update whenever I can/feel like it. I hope you all had a happy halloween.

Part 2~

Closing the door and exiting the room, Christa wanted to run out of the house. But she felt sick, and her stomach hurt, not knowing if this is normal or not her hand went straight to her stomach and she clutched it. The thought of abortion ran through her head again. Looking down, she felt the tears streak down her cheeks. Just the thought of telling Ymir about the baby terrified her, but unless she got an abortion… She would start to show. And she knew it was probably going to be sooner, rather than later.

Ymir opened up her door, and saw Christa facing the other direction. Looking at the blonde's long hair, and her back. Her tiny shoulders; no, her tiny frame of her body. She looked like she was trembling, and Ymir heard the sobs. They were quiet and barely audible. Ymir moved closer, her amber eyes on Christa. Looking down at the tiny blonde, she could tell she was scared. The trembling didn't seem to stop. When she glanced down at her, she saw that Christa was gripping her stomach.

"G-go away." She heard Christa whimper. A free hand of the blonde's reached up and wiped her teary eyes. She was so scared, Ymir would surely hate her for being pregnant especially if she knew it was hers.

"What's wrong?" Ymir couldn't take her eyes off of Christa. They were filled with so much worry and concern, she didn't even think of how this looked to Mina. Or care. She was just worried about Christa. Usually she never acted this way, she always seemed so cheery. Even after their break up.

Keeping her mouth shut, Christa looked away. What could she tell Ymir? It would surely come out as a whimper. She'd sound weak as she felt, it was pathetic to her. She glanced up at Ymir, then bit her lip and moved her hand away from her stomach. That was probably suspicious, as well. "Nothing is wrong." She muttered quietly, then walked away.

Ymir watched her walk away, warily. She wanted to ask again, but all in all, it was Christa's business and not her own so she was going to leave the tiny girl to whatever she was going to do.

Ymir went back into her room, where Mina was now wrapped up in the blankets snuggling into the pillow and sleeping quietly. Ymir smiled softly at her, the beauty in her. She was beautiful, in an average way that was unnoticeable by a lot of people. But Ymir noticed it.

Christa entered her room, and locked the door behind her. She curled up in a ball behind the door, tucking her knees to her chest and buried her face in her knees. Tears were streaking down her face, and it was like no matter how many times she wiped the tears away they wouldn't stop flowing. Ymir is with Mina. Ymir really doesn't want me anymore. She tried to remind herself, she needed to forget; forget her feelings for Ymir. When she put her hand on her belly, she smiled to herself softly. This was really the only reminder that was left of their love that had once existed.

Closing her tired eyes, and resting her head against the door, Christa didn't move from the spot. Her tiny body stayed in the curled up position. She didn't know how she could ever be a mother… Or even tell Ymir. Which is why she was considering abortion. She yawned and snuggled her knees to her chest, keeping her eyes shut. Keeping her hand on her belly, she kept her eyes shut. If Ymir only knew…

A knock on the door woke Christa up. "What is it?" The blonde replied groggily, getting up off of the floor. She realized she slept all night with her hand on her stomach.

"Christa, why aren't you answering my calls?" Sasha's voice invaded Christa's ears.

To say the least, Christa was relieved and disappointed with the fact it was Sasha and not Ymir. She wanted Ymir to ask her if she was alright, and to know that she still cared. But Christa knew she had to accept the fact that she just didn't. Or even if Ymir cared, it was very little now compared to back then. Opening the door open in a swift motion, she was welcomed by a big hug from Sasha. She snuggled her friend closely. But for now, Christa was taking comfort in the fact her friend's cared about her.

"I fell asleep." Christa stated when Sasha let go of her, Sasha's eyes went to Christa's stomach and the tiny blonde wiggled with her friend's uncomfortable look.

"Did you tell her?" Sasha whispered.

Biting her lip, Christa felt tears swell up again in her eyes. "N-no. I can't. She has a girlfriend." She folded her arm and looked away. If she told Ymir… Would Ymir even care about the baby?

"What can't you tell me because I have a girlfriend?" Ymir popped up, her amber eyes striking through the blonde. She was leaned against the wall, without taking her eyes off of Christa.

Christa jumped and as soon as her eyes met Ymir's, she felt sick. Trying to push her way past Ymir to go and throw up, but Ymir grabbed hold of her wrist. "Tell me, now." She demanded.

Christa's eyes were still watery, but she gave one more look into Ymir's eyes and then hunched over to throw up on Ymir's shoes. Ymir pushed Christa away when it happened, so most of it got on the floor. The baby was making her feel icky. But it was there so there was nothing to do about it. She was carrying her child, and morning sickness was a part of it. Christa looked up to Ymir, only to see her angry face, with Christa's apologetic one. "I-I'm sorry." Covering her stomach with her hand, she watched Ymir glare at her. And for the first time she was scared, more scared than she's ever been before. "I'm really sorry."

Gritting her teeth, Ymir slid off her shoes and socks. "Just get this cleaned up."

Nodding, Christa watched the angry expression on her face and bit back tears. "Okay." She felt Sasha pat her back, and whisper in her ear. "Tell her, it'll be okay I'm sure."

"I can't." I can't have this baby. Christa wiped her eyes, trying to rub the tears out of her eyes. It was then that she decided she'd get an abortion, or something, she just couldn't have it. She knew that.