Dear Reader, Gosh Phoebe...gosh. This wasn't easy but I found some fun in this chapter. Enjoy, please do. -Samantha1105

-Chapter 7, Apologies-

Kyle and I were sleeping like babies on the bus ride to school the next morning. Not only was my arm sore from last night, Kyle was completly knocked out. He kept waking up every few stops, looking around to see where we were, and then leaned his head back on the window to rest again. Fanboy laughed.

"Tons of homework to do, huh?,"he asked. Kyle smiled at him weakly yet evily. Fanboy smiled back.

"Yes, Biology mostly,"Kyle replied. I slapped his arm.

"Shut up!,"I mumbled. He leaned his head on my shoulder and nodded off again. I leaned my head on his and dozed off as well. When the bus came to a stop again, my eyes fluttered open. I sighed when we had to get up.

"Kyle honey, wake up. School."

"Mmm...no. Please no."

"The bus driver is getting angry. Wake up Kyle. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing Rima." His eyes opened and he grabbed our books. He zombie-walked off the bus without even putting on his hood. Why is he so tired? Somethings not right...

"Are you okay Kyle?" He glanced at me. His eyes were kinda red.

"I'm-I'm fine. Fantastic,"he mumbled before falling on the school lawn. I rushed to his side.

"KYLE!"

"Don't worry love, I'm fine."

"B-but, your on the ground!"

"We're gonna have a baby Rima. It happens to wizards okay? My energy is a little drained at the moment." I heard a gasp behind me and turned . Yo stood behind me with a look of shock and joy on her face.

"A BABY?,"she asked. A smile came to her face.

"Wait, NO!" It was too late. She ran into the school to tell all her friends. DAMN IT! DAMN IT! DAMN IT! I slapped Kyle.

"Could you have said that any louder?," I yelled. He pulled himself up.

"Yes. Yes I could have. Don't be sarcastic with me Rima." I crossed my arms as Kyle stood up.

"Yo is gonna tell everyone!" Kyle giggled.

"Nobody listens to Yo anymore, Rima. Relax." RELAX? Was HE telling ME to relax for once? He headed to the school entrance. I followed behind him. A few girls from my classes glanced at me and whispered something to their friends. One girl said,"Her stomach is flat. She doesn't look pregnant." Then her friend replied,"Maybe it's only been a month or a few weeks." I buried my face in Kyle's back, pulling his cloak close to me in embarassment. He stopped walking and turned around.

"Rima? What's wrong?"

"People are talking about me!" He sighed a drowzy and slightly annoyed sigh. Then a smile slowly spread across his face.

"Then let's give them something to talk about,"he smiled. When it seemed like everyone in the hallway was looking, Kyle kissed me. My eyes grew. WHAT IS HE DOING? Girls aroiund us squealed and gasped as new gossip errupted. Kyle backed away from me slowly, returning to his tired state and held my hand. He walked me down the hallway again. The halls were flooded with whispers now. I hid behind my hair.

"Why would you do that?,"I mumbled.

"So they would have something else on their one-track, finite minds,"he replied. He stopped at his locker and tried to open it without using any magic as he usually would have. It didn't open.

"Curses,"he whispered,"Stupid locker!" I frowned.

"I-I'm sorry,"I said. He looked down at me with an angry look on his face.

"How many times do I have to tell you. STOP APOLOGIZING!" I flinched. His yelling sorta scared me. I covered my face with my hands. He slowly moved my hands aside. When I looked up at him, he had a look of concern on his face.

"I'm sorry Rima. It's the baby. It's teasing me." I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Aren't I the one who's supposed to be having mood swings?,"I asked. He giggled.

"Didn't I tell you this is different?,"he replied,"I get everything, all the symptoms. You get the baby." My eyes grew.

"REALLY?"

"Yes. Really." I laughed. His eyes suddenly grew. I jumped.

"Are you okay?,"I asked. He hopped around.

"RESTROOM! I NEED TO USE THE RESTROOM! NOW!" He ran in the direction of the boys bathroom. I giggled. So, he get's all the symptoms, huh? I smiled to myself. When Kyle got out of the bathroom, the bell rang for first period, a class we don't have together. He ran to me, tears staining is face.

"RIMA! I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE YOU! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?" I patted him on the back as he sobbed. Mood swings...

"Kyle, don't cry love,"I said. The late bell rang and Kyle was still crying in the hallway. His tears soaking through my shirt and onto my shoulder where his head sat. I sighed.

"But Rima, you might forget about me again. L-like when I w-went to M-Milkweed." He was crying hard and talking through breaths. I stared at him.

"Kyle, I NEVER forgot about you. EVER! You were on my mind everyday of those three years you were away. Everyday, Kyle. Don't you EVER say that!" He stopped crying and smiled. Then a frown returned to his face and the crying started again.

"What? What is it? Why are you crying?"

"Because you, y-you yelled at me!,"he cried. I sighed. Today was gonna be a long day.


Instead of taking the bus home, Kyle and I walked home together. For once in the whole day, Kyle had a smile on. The sun was shining down on his face as he looked to the sky. Even without much magic, he still glowed. He looked down at me, rubbing is stomach. I giggled.

"I sorta want one of those Freezy Freezes,"he said to me. I checked my pockets. I had five dollars.

"Okay,"I smiled,"Let's go then." Once we got to the Frosty Mart, Kyle ran to the machine and took a large, monster-sized cup. I gasped.

"No Kyle! You shouldn't," I said putting the cup back,"You'll have to use the bathroom again." He stared at me. Gradually, his eyes glowed red. I jumped back.

"I. Want. It.,"he growled. Micheal stared at us from behind the register and quickly hid behind the counter. I stared at Kyle. My legs trembled and my hands shook uncontrollably.

"K-Kyle. P-please stop. I-I'm sorry." The red glow disappeared. He covered his face.

"Rima,"he sighed,"Please, forgive me." He looked up at the tiled ceiling and took a deep breath. Then he looked back at me. "Forget this,"he said,"Let's go to my house." I took his hand in mine and nodded.

"Good idea,"I whispered,"I think Micheal is kinda freaked out." We giggled and walked to his house. Kyle suddenly stopped on the street. He held his stomach and covered his mouth. His face turned a sickly color.

"Oh gosh, what's going on?,"I asked frantically. He wobbled a bit.

"I suddenly feel rather ill,"he muttered. He ran to a garbage can at the end of the sidewalk and hunched over it. I covered my eyes.

"Oh, ew,"I whispered. Morning sickness, worst term ever since it's after 4 pm! I walked over to him and patted his back. He sighed.

"Home. Now. Please,"he growled, obviously irritated with the symptoms. We walked a few more blocks till we finally arrived at his house. He walked into his living room and conjurer his Scrivner Elf.

"What do ya want now?,"the elf complained. Kyle stared at him with his blood-shot eyes, not in the mood.

"Make me some tea, NOW!,"he ordered. The elf gasped.

"Okay, jeez. You act like your pregnant!,"he replied. Kyle's eyes grew and he ran to the bathroom. Scrivner stared at me, scratching his head. I cleared my throat.

"Cuz...uh, we are,"I mumbled. The elf stumbled back a bit. Then bursted out in laughter.

"YOU and- and HIM? No way. I don't believe that one bit!"

"Well, believe it!,"I shouted back at him,"And go make him some tea!" The elf rolled his eyes and did as he was told.


When Kyle got out of the bathroom for the tenth time, he sat on the couch next to me. I slumped in my seat and crossed my arms. Kyle raised an eyebrow at me abd tilted his head.

"What's on your mind love?,"he asked. I looked up at him.

"I-I just feel sorta, to blame for all that's happened to you today,"I mumbled. I looked down again. Kyle quickly turned my face to look at his.

"Please stop,"he said,"How could you say that Rima?" I didn't answer so he continued. "I'm perfectly fine. I'd rather go through this than watch you suffer. You wouldn't be able to handle any of this."

"B-but Kyle-"

"I'M SERIOUS!,"he yelled,"Don't blame yourself for anything! It was our choice Rima, OURS! It takes TWO!" I forced myself to smile, but I just couldn't. I cried. Kyle started to cry too. We were both probably thinking the same thing at that point. Two to three years till the baby is a long time from now. But just knowing that when we turn twenty years old, we'll be parents was kinda scary. Kyle didn't plan it. We didn't have a choice. I turned to Kyle and wiped the tears off his face. I nodded my head.

"I know. I know,"I cried,"Kyle, I regret nothing." He shook his head.

"Neither do I love,"he sobbed. He wiped tears off my face too,"I promise, we were happy." We hugged each other tightly and let all our worries out. We cried until we couldn't anymore. By the time we were finished, our eyes were red and our cheeks were soaked. We smiled at each other.

"Better?,"he asked. I nodded slightly.

"Yeah, much,"I replied. He hugged me again and didn't let me go until he dozed off and fell onto my lap. He curled up on the couch like a cat. I smoothed out his hair as he slept and looked up at the picture that hung above the fireplace. It was the portrait I had painted for him three years ago. We looked much younger in that picture. We had no idea where the future would lead us.


I walked home when the sun was just setting. The streets were quiet. Only the sound of seagulls kept me company. The sound of my army boots jingled. Every step I took, the silver buckles shook. But mostly it was quiet, a little too quiet. I had four more blocks until I reached my street. Four more Rima. Stop getting scared. I walked much faster now. The sun was gone and the street lights turned on. Now, my walking turned into a slight jog. That's when it happened, the most bizzar thing. I fell over a small log. A log? In the middle of the sidewalk? WAIT! A LOG! A SMALL LOG! Oh my god. I gasped in realization. This had happened to me years ago. I heard footsteps making their way towards me. I quickly stood up and held onto my body.

"Who's there?,"I muttered. I heard a soft laugh. Then hot breath hit my ear.

"The man of your dreams." I jumped and turned towards the voice. No one was there, but I knew the whole senerio. I covered my eyes in fear.

"P-please. Stop,"I stuttured. I felt him touch my hair behind me. I turned around. Again, nobody there. "STOP! PLEASE STOP!" I started running again. When I was getting close to the corner of the street, he was there. Just watching me, waiting. My eyes grew as he grabbed me swiftly.

"LET ME GO! PLEASE STOP!" He covered my mouth.

"Please allow me to speak,"he whispered in my ear. I whimpered. He continued. "The conjurer should have been DEAD! And you, meine liebe, should have been mine." I squealed as his hold tightened on me. Kyle was right. It really was him and Victor who tried to kill him. Sigmund whistled loudly and a huge beast flew in from the sky. He smiled at me.

"Like my griffin?,"he asked me,"It's going to help me take you away, for good."

"WHAT?,"I managed to get out. Sigmund laughed.

"Your coming with me Rima. For the past three years, I've dreamed about you nonstop. Your voice fills my head with thoughts of wonder. How I wished you would feel for me as I do you. And yet, you've fallen for the CONJURER! THAT STUPID FAILURE! A SAD EXCUSE FOR A WIZARD!" His voice burned my ears, his eyes glowed a blood red and his nails dug into my shoulders.

"S-Sigmund, please-"

"Rima, darling, you deserve only the best love possiable. Mine. Think of the future we could have." Hie eyes stared down at mine. I looked back at him as tears rand down my face. I shook my head.

"No. There is no future for us,"I mumbled,"It isn't , we couldn't..ever."

"And why not?" I looked down at his black, shiney shoes. I shook my head again. He doesn't know about her. My daughter...

"B-because...this..I-"

"WHAT?,"he growled at me. I looked back up at his evil eyes stared me down, digging his nails further into my shoulders. When I didn't answer, he threw me to the ground.

"This isn't love. Your hurting me Sigmund. Your hurting me. STOP HURTING ME!" He jumped a little at my yelling. "YOU CAN'T HURT ME RIGHT NOW! YOU'LL HURT HER TOO!"

"Her...who?"

"ROSALINE! YOU'LL HURT MY DAUGHTER SIGMUND! STOP!" Gradually, the glow in his eyes faded. I stared at him.

"Tochte?,"he whispered to himself. He looked down at me. I nodded.

"Yes...m-my daughter. You'll hurt her too. Please, let me go. She'll love you for it." Tears formed in my eyes as he stood motionless on the sidewalk. Then suddenly, he let his hand out to me. I smiled and took it.

"Thank you,"I whispered. His eyes never lost my sight. "Thank you, Sigmund."

"Y-your welcome R-Rima." I did something I never thought I would ever do. I hugged him. His arms stayed at his side in disbelief.

"I'm not perfect,"I whispered,"There will be many others, Sigmund. I promise." I slowly let him go.

"No,"he mumbled,"None as fogiving as you." In his hand, a white rose appeared. He handed it to me. "A symbol of peace Rima,"he spoke,"Just know, I will always love you." Before I could reply, he vanished in a thick cloud of grey smoke. I looked down at the rose as I walked home. Sigmund's voice buzzed in my head. Once I finally got to the stoop of my house, I climbed up the staircase to th front door. On the door mat, there was a boquet of white roses. There was a note attatched to it. It read:

"My darling, Rima. Please forgive me for my horrid behavior. I acted foolishly. I hurt you. I never wished to hurt you. Your everything to me Rima, everything. You tell me to move on with my life, to find another. But I sadly cannot. That is a task I shall never complete. No amount of my magic could ever help me find a young woman as beautiful and loving as you. Everything about you is perfect and never allow anyone to tell you other wise. If that conjurer does anything to displease you, I will be there. -SS"

I looked up and down the street for Sigmund. He wasn't there. I smiled at the note and headed inside. I walked upstairs to my room and set the flowers on my night stand. He has a good heart with lost of love to give. He just doesn't know where to put it all.