AN: I think I finally got it.(: So.. Are they gonna have a boy or a girl? Once again, I only own Krys.

"You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe
When you're with 'em
You meet and neither one of you even know what hit 'em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah, them chills you used to get 'em
Now you're getting fucking sick of looking at 'em
You swore you'd never hit 'em; never do nothing to hurt 'em
Now you're in each other's face spewing venom in your words when you spit them
You push pull each other's hair, scratch claw hit 'em
Throw 'em down pin 'em
So lost in the moments when you're in them
It's the rage that took over it controls you both.."

"I.. I'm pregnant, Clay.."

Pregnant. Pregnant. She was pregnant. With his child. What did he know about kids? Could he be a father? He didn't need this shit right now. He had his brothers to worry about. His club. Clay watched her as she waited for his reply. For one of the first times in his life he was speechless. So many emotions bombarded him at once. He was angry, he was nervous, and he was honestly afraid. "How could you let this happen?" He asked, clenching his fists. His voice was almost a growl.

Krys recoiled away from him. "This isn't all my fault." Her voice was barely audible.

He roughly grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her to him. "But, you let it happen!"

Searing hot tears finally began to spill down her cheeks. "C-Clay.."

"Get rid of it.." He shoved her away.

"It's my goddamn body and it's my baby!" She yelled, venom seeping into her words. She knew she was only adding fuel to the fire, but at that moment she didn't care.

"You know what it means to be an Old Lady?" He grabbed her again and pushed her against the wall. "It means you do what I tell to you and I said get rid of it."

She looked up at him with fear in her eyes. Her knees threatening to give out beneath her. "S-Stop.. Please.." She was afraid. She had never been afraid of him before.. Until now.

Shit. He'd hurt her. He had promised her he would never hurt her. "Goddamnit.." He released her.

Clay stormed out of the bedroom. He grabbed his cut and his keys then he was gone.

Krys slid into the floor and curled up in a ball as she cried. "It'll be okay, sweetie," she whispered, touching her stomach. "You're not going anywhere.."

Clay watched the sweetbutt between his legs go down on him. All he could think of was how good it felt and how bad his needed it. He felt his stress melt away. She was sloppy, but he didn't care. She had nothing on Krys. Shit, he knew he shouldn't be here. But, he couldn't go home and face her after what happened. His hand slid into the girl's hair. "Hey, hey.. That's enough.." He pulled her off him. "Get out.. Go.." He threw her shirt at her and reached for the half empty bottle of Jack on the nightstand. Story of his life...

He never meant to hurt her, but he had. He put his hands on her when he swore he wouldn't. He really didn't want her to get rid of the baby even though he wasn't really comfortable with the idea of being a father.

'I'll go see her tomorrow,' he thought.

Krys was in the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner. She looked down at her wrists and noticed the bruises starting to surface. She should have known better than to tell him yet. She should have waited until all this blew over and when everything was normal again.

"Krys?" Someone said from the living room. She jumped and accidentally dropped a dropped a glass.

"Shit!" She mumbled, quickly reaching for the broom.

"You okay?" Piney asked as he stepped into the kitchen.

"Yeah, fine.." Krys sighed as started to sweep up the glass.

"Wait, here.. Let me do it.." He took the broom from her hand. "Sit down, take a breath.."

She sat down at the bar and laid her head on it.

"I, uhh.. Heard about what happened.." He tossed the glass in the trash. He sat down beside her. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine, I swear." She lifted her head up. "It's just been a bad day for everyone."

"Did he hurt you?" He asked, looking at her wrists.

"No.." She frowned. "It was an accident. He didn't mean to.."

Piney just shook his head. "So.. You're pregnant?"

"Yeah, Dad.." She looked away. "He wants me to get rid of it.."

"Do YOU wanna get rid of it? Fuck what he says. It's yours too." He shrugged and lit a cigarette.

"Hey, no.. You don't need that.." She grabbed it and put it out.

"I want you to know I'm happy for you, sweetheart." Piney kissed her forehead. "He'll come to his senses. If not, I'll stomp into him."

Krys laughed sadly. "Thanks, Daddy.." She wrapped her arms around him.

"I love you, baby.. If you need anything, you know where to find me." He smiled. He stood up.

"Tell Ope I said hey and I love him." She smiled.

"I will." He laughed as he walked out the door.

Krys was sitting at the table the next morning with a cup of coffee. She was exhausted. It was hard for her to sleep last night with Clay gone again. That and she kept having to wake up to take a piss all night. She pulled Clay's flannel shirt around her shoulders and took a sip of the hot coffee.

Just then, Clay walked into the house. He looked over at her then looked away.

"Morning.." She said quietly as she walked into the kitchen.

"I'm so sorry.." He whispered as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I am to.." She said, looking up at him.

"You don't need to be sorry.." He touched her cheek. He looked down at her wrists. "Those are from last night?"

She nodded. "I know you didn't mean to.."

"There was just so much shit.. I blew up.." He looked away from her.

"I-I know.." She whispered. "But, I had to tell you.. I didn't feel right keeping it from you.."

"Hey, this isn't your fault.." He sighed. "I.. I want you to keep the baby.."

"Really?" She touched her stomach.

"Yeah, I do.." He placed his hand on hers and smiled slightly.

She giggled. "You're gonna be a daddy. How does that feel?"

"Honestly, terrifying." He took her face in his hands and kissed her gently.

For the first time in a while, things were alright.

AN: Welllll, there we go.(: It actually took a lot of thinking to write this, haha. 3 Review!