A/N
Sorry about the long wait for the update.
I've decided that this story is my top priority fanfic right now so I'm deleting all my other Fanfictions except I Just Want to Go Home. I'm also making an update schedule for both of them. This one will be updated on Wednesday afternoons and my other one will be Saturday mornings. Both update times are in US Mountain Time, and this schedule won't be in effect until February 3rd.
I also want to say now that while my original focus with this fic was the events of the subway, I'm going to have to shift that in a little while. I'll still try to keep most of my focus on the Subway, and the next three or maybe four chapters I have planned out will stay mostly on the subway, but after a while, it gets hard to make everything happen on the subway. However, the title of this fanfic will not be changing.
One last note is that I'm thinking about finding someone to edit/revise/proofread/feedback my writing. For this fic, other fics, and potentially pieces of writing outside of the site. If any of you, my lovely readers, are interested, and you are not my sister (sorry, cc, your editing skills are no bueno), then PM me and let me know.
This chapter is dedicated to anyone who feels like the world is against them right now. In fact, this whole story is.
And with that, we shall now proceed to the disclaimer.
I own nothing. Nothing at all. Okay, I own a lot, but nothing familiar in this story.
Lucas
"Riley, are you okay?" I asked, concerned, as I made my way onto the busy subway train.
"Yeah," Riley responded, not totally convincing me or Maya or Farkle or even herself. She was really pale.
"Riley," Maya said.
"Okay, I'm a little nauseous," Riley muttered.
"You're not sick are you? We've only been married seven days, you can't be sick," I said, reaching out to feel her forehead.
"I'm not sick," she muttered, but even as she said it she was pretty much already throwing up on the nearest object which happened to be me.
"Riley, are you sure your okay?" Farkle asked, although at this point her skin was returning back to its normal color.
"I...I might as well say this now, since this pretty much confirms it, but...I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant," Riley slowly muttered.
"You mean, like, you're having a baby pregnant?" Farkle asked.
Riley only nodded.
"You're ha-aving a baby," I stuttered, excited and nervous and anxious and overjoyed all at the same time.
"Yes," Riley whispered.
"And now we go to tell your parents," Maya announced predictably.
And so, off we went to break the news of grandparent-hood to Cory and Topenga Matthews.
Riley
I have never been more nervous in my life than I was when I went to tell my parents that I was pregnant. I was totally freaking out that my father would kill Lucas.
But he didn't. He actually took it really well.
When we walked into the apartment, they were sitting on the couch with Auggie, watching a hockey game.
"Mommy, Daddy, Auggie," I said, catching their attention.
"Oh, hey, Sweetie, what brings you to this part of town?" My mom asked.
"Um." Maya nudged me forward and I could see without having to turn around the devious smirk she proudly wore.
"Me and Lucas have something to tell you."
"You're not getting divorced, are you?" my dad asked.
"No! No, nothing like that," Lucas said.
"I'm pregnant."
A/N
Sorry for the cliffhanger, that just seemed like a good place to end the chapter. Also I'm exhausted and I want to get this out tonight. I know it's a shorter chapter and I'm sorry about that.
Feel free to drop a review.
Anyway, I think that's it. I may have just set a personal record for shortest A/N ever created by me!
Live on and be a sassy refrigerator.
^Rikki The Fab One Out!^
