A/N: Wow, I haven't been on here in like a year. Well, here I am to continue and hopefully finish this insane story. I hope you guys enjoy it.


Cece's POV

I looked at myself in the mirror. All I could see was my long, red hair and head bangs. My stomach was poking out from my tank top. Not much, but still. Deuce was over at Ty's and I was in his room with Flynn laying on the bed. I didn't mind Flynn living with us but it did bother me a little bit. He could be a little annoying sometimes. I turned away from the mirror and heard Gunther's insult ring through my head again. So what if I was pregnant? Being pregnant really isn't a 'so what' but whatever. All this time I thought he would leave me alone. Gunther is just as ignorant as his little sister Tinka.

I heard the front door open. I expected it to be Deuce but when I got to the living room it was just his mother, Sophia. She reluctantly rolled her eyes at me and I looked at the hard wood floors.

"Hi, Mrs. Martinez," I tried to start conversation. "How was work."

I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet waiting for an answer that never came. She set her bag on the coffee table and went to her room. There was a small slam and I heard her lock it too. What came over her? I quietly set her bag on the couch and looked through it. It's not like she'd care. Her wallet held two hundred dollars and some change. I took fifty and looked more thoroughly. Her phone was there too. She had her emails unlocked and there was one from her husband. I skimmed it and looked at the floor.

"Dale tiempo." I whispered to myself.

What could that mean? I still couldn't believe she told her husband about the baby. It's not like he cares; he's too busy saving lives in Afghanistan. I needed Deuce right now to tell him about what I just read. He needed to know for sure. I went back into his bedroom and sat beside Flynn. He was still asleep, curled into a little ball. My arms were wrapped around him safely. I would never harm him like my mom does. I'd never. My ears heard the front door open a second time and I knew for sure it was Deuce. His mom was still locked in her room and Deuce came in and sat down with me. He didn't even look at me.

"Deuce, your dad knows about us and he's okay with it.. I guess." I said, shrugging.

That caught his attention, he looked up at me and took a hold of my hand.

"How do you know that? Who told you?" He asked me.

"Your mom. I was going through her purse and-"

"You went through my mom's purse?! Why? What the hell?" Deuce threw my hand down.

"I needed some money, okay? I was thinking we could save some and then get our own apartment, okay? I just so happened to see her phone and there was an email from your dad." I was talking way too fast.

Deuce looked away from me for a moment. He sighed.

"Yeah, he.. uh.. he talked to her about it." Deuce's face flushed white.

"Dale tiempo." I told him.

"Give it time..." He said.

Deuce sighed and shook his head. I was pretty sure I hadn't angered him that much.

"We can save some money from your job at Crusty's and then take some from your mom and things will get better, right Deuce?"

He didn't answer me. I kissed his cheek. He should know by now. We need to leave this place. What's his problem? He was acting so quiet and shy. That's when I noticed it.

"Babe, where's your jacket?" I asked.

"At Ty's house." He said, staring at the floor.