Author's note: Thanks for all the support guys! I really need to get working on this one XD I can't wait to add the baby

Warnings: None, except for language

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except for minor OC's, but they're not especially important.

There's so much left to learn,

And no one left to fight,

I wanna hold you high,

You steal my pain

-Broken by Seether and Amy Lee


(May 14)

"Did you hear, Emily? Creepy girl is pregnant!"

"Really? I know lots of people get pregnant, but I never figured Creepy girl would. She's nice, but I never took her for a whore!"

"I knew someone would get pregnant this year, but Creepy girl? Really? What a whore."

Scott slammed his locker shut, causing the two girls to jump and turn red. He turned to them, glaring at them intensley. They looked at him meekly, holding their purses close to their chests. "If you don't have anything nice to say," Scott sneered. "Then shut the fuck up!"

Emily glanced at Lacy, who just flipped her blond hair and glared at him. "Well, she shouldn't have gotten pregnant."

Emily nodded. "Yeah! Why would anyone want to have sex at eighteen?"

"I don't think it's any of your damn business. In fact, you have no right to call her a whore! Just last week, I heard you in the janitor's closet with Nick Deruse. Did his dick taste any good?"

Lacy's face darkend to the point where it was a deep red. Emily stared at her in confusion before turning back to Scott, a sneer contorting her dark face. "Come on, Lacy, let's get out of here!"

The two of them ran off, their expensive heels clicking on the granite. Scott scoffed, checking into his backpack to make sure he had everything. He leaned his head against his locker. The locker he had had for four years. Graduation was in four days. Today was the senior's last day, so a lot of them cleaned out their lockers. Scott was no exception. Dawn had left earlier for her monthly check up, plus, she had gone to sign up for a birthing class.

He sighed, opening her locker, seeing the designs she had put on it. Pictures of her, Gwen, and Duncan from Plaza de losers, pictures of her animal friends, and a bunch with her and Scott. He smiled at them, taking the pictures in his hand and looking at them with gentle eyes. He looked at one he had taken that winter. They had spent the day in the park, and he caught the perfect image of her when she had turned around. Her head tilted back, a smile on her face with her hair flying behind her.

She had even gotten one of him. It was the picture he wasn't expecting. He had told her to get rid of it, but she refused. If there was one thing she had developed over time, was a stubborn streak. She would jut out her chin and put her foot down. He had to admit, it was cute at times.

As it turned out, she already cleaned out most of her locker. All her books had been returned as well as her folders and notebooks. He stuffed the pictures into his backpack, heaving it over his shoulder and walking out the door. He hopped into his truck, driving along the roads with the window rolled down; wind blowing through his red hair.

He walked into his house, immediately greeted by a drunk Pappy. The old man wrapped an arm around him, dizzy and sluggish. "Heyyyyyy Scottttt..." he burped, causing Scott to wrinkle his nose. "How was school, you smart little boy?"

Scott rolled his eyes, leading his grandfather towards the couch. "You're drunk," he stated bluntly. "Go to sleep."

"But Scott...I'm not tired!"

"Go to sleep!"

His grandfather clonked out after that, drool running down his mouth. Scott shook his head at him, a smile pulling at his lips. He loved his Pappy, but sometimes, the man could get so drunk, he wouldn't wake up for at least a day. When Scott was younger, he had often wondered if this was healthy, but after a few years, he'd learned that it was best just to leave him alone. He had been drinking for a long time.

Heading up the rickety old stairs, he tossed his bag in his room. He flopped down on his bed, pulling a drawing pad from underneath it. He flipped through the pages, some of them filled with pictures of trucks and his home, but most were filled with pictures of Dawn. She didn't really pose in the pictures, he just captured an image of her in his mind and drew it from there.

His current one, was an incomplete picture of Dawn. She had been standing near a window, her hair in a ponytail and gazing out the window with unreadable eyes. She had been in one of her moods that day, a hand abesentmindedly on her abdomen. He had secretly started sketching her from there. If she had realized what he was doing, she hadn't said anything.

Heading towards the rocking chair near the window, he sat down, grabbing some of his pencils and began to quietly continue the picture.


"Dawn, you look like an angel!"

Dawn blushed, seeing Mrs. Monroe adjust the graduation cap on her head. The white material looked good on her, made her hair and and eyes stand out. Alicia sat in a chair in the corner, sulking at Dawn with dark brown eyes. Mrs. Monroe gave her daughter an exasperated look, shaking her head and turning back to Dawn. "Don't worry about her," she advised. "She's just going through a faze."

Dawn looked back to Alicia, seeing as her aura was a muddy green. Jealously and resentment were spoken in that aura. Dawn gave the little girl a smile, and all Alicia did was turn her head away. Mrs. Monroe rolled her eyes at this behavior and told Dawn to take off the gown and put it in the bag. She left to go pay for the adjustments, leaving Dawn and Alicia alone together. Dawn looked at the girl, cautiously trying to get the girl to speak to her.

"Alicia?"

The girl gave her no answer, she just huddled in her chair with her knees drawn into her chest. Dawn walked over, putting a hand on her shoulder but the little girl shook it off. "Don't talk to me," she spat out. "I'm mad at you!"

Dawn knelt to her level of view, seeing as Alicia really did want to talk to her. "Alicia, I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you upset with me. Would you please tell me what I did wrong?"

Alicia turned to her, a small pout on her lips. "You never play with me anymore! When you first came here, you would play with me all the time when you weren't with Scott. Now, everything revolves around him.

"Oh Alicia, I didn't mean to stop paying attention to you. I should have recognized your feelings earlier."

Alicia turned her head to where her mother had been. "I hate Scott."

"What?"

Alicia nodded her head, as if she were agreeing with her answer. "I hate him. He took you away from me! Ever since he got you pregnant with your stupid baby."

Oh. So that's why she had been upset. Dawn almost felt like an idiot for not seeing that reason earlier. It was natural for children to get jealous over new siblings, but Dawn wasn't blood related to Alicia. Still...Dawn felt touched that Alicia thought of her like family. She took Alicia's hands, giving her a gentle look. "Alicia?"

"What?"

Dawn stroked her hand gently. "I know you think I don't care about you anymore, and I'm touched that you think of me as a family member, but don't hate Scott. It's me you should be upset with."

"But it's Scott fault. He got you pregnant."

Dawn nodded, knowing the girl was right. "That may be true, but it's not good to hate."

"But you hate your parents, don't you?"

Dawn paused at that. She coudln't hate her parents, she really couldn't. Scott had even told her she didn't have to, that's what he was there for. "I don't hate them, Alicia," she began slowly. "I am hurt by their actions, but I don't hate them."

Alicia remained turned, but Dawn could sense the dark green aura was lifting. Alicia gave a big sigh. "I'm tired of being treated like a little kid. I'm almost eleven years old. I'm not stupid. I don't wanted to be treated like I can't be trusted with anything.

Dawn closed her eyes, letting out a patient sigh. "I'm sorry, Alicia. I didn't want to burden you with something you didn't have to deal with. I know I've been busy, but you are still very dear to me. Don't ever forget that."

Alicia turned back to her, looking at her already enlarging abdomen. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I don't think your baby is stupid."

Dawn ruffled her dark hair, seeing the smile already coming back on her face. She took Alicia's hand. "I didn't think you thought she was stupid. You were just upset."

Alica grinned, skipping along in front of her with shinning eyes. "Have you picked a name yet?"

"I've thought of a few, but the one in my mind right now is Astrid."

"Astrid? Doesn't that mean star?"

Dawn smiled, nodding her head. "Yes, that's what it means."

They both turned to Mrs. Monroe, who looked glad to see that Alicia's mood seemed to have worn off. They walked out to the car, Alicia asking her mother if they could get ice cream. They went to the local ice cream parlor, getting their ice cream and eating it on their way home. Dawn leaned her head against the car seat, watching white fluffy clouds through the window.

Her hand was placed on her belly, seeing as how the days went by, it seemed to get bigger. A slight kick brought her out of her daydream. She looked down, a smile forming on her lips.

She had felt her daughter's first kick.


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