AN: So i had already written this during my geometry class, but I hadn't typed it. So in celebration of the first day of summer, I decided to type it up and publish it.

Much thanks to BIGGERimagination. I can't wait to see you tonight at the park! WHEEEE!

Alena's POV

I'm awake, but I don't want to move. Caleb is still asleep and his hand is resting on my stomach, which hasn't really gotten as big as I thought it would have. From our apartment in New York, you can just see the Chrysler Building.

Caleb stirred a little, and his eyelids fluttered open.

"Hey," he said groggily, which is amazingly hot on him. His hair sticks up at odd angles when he wakes up and I like to call him Christian from Project Runway, season four. He hates it. I love it.

"Hey," I replied. "I made coffee."

"You haven't left bed yet," he said, sitting up in bed.

"No, I mean, I set the coffee pot to go off around now."

"Foldgers?"

"No, I got a pound from that local shop you like down the street. Sumatra blend."

"I love you," he said smiling and leaning over to kiss my forehead. He rolled out of bed on the opposite side, the side facing the bay window. It's odd, but ever since we moved to New York, I've felt so much more grown up. Like when we went to get dinner in little Italy. Everyone we saw looked at my stomach, smiled, saw how young Caleb and I were and scowled. We went to buy car seats yesterday for the Geo. We ended up choosing a cow print one, since we don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet.

Speaking of which.

"Caleb?"

"Alena."

"I think I should go to a hospital to get a check up." He looked up from the piece of dark rye he was smearing with peanut butter and nutella. "Just a check up. I'm worried about the baby."

"Len, you know we can't risk that. Every city in the country is probably looking for us. With your parents being CSIs, and everything."

"But Caleb, what if there's something wrong, and I don't know about it?" I asked, a definite pleading note in my voice. Caleb sighed deeply, and pushed his fingers through his hair, which no longer stood on end. He walked toward me and grabbed my hands, staring at me, communicating with his eyes, not saying a word. I knew he was telling me to be careful, but at the same time, he seemed to be asking I this was what I really wanted? If I wanted to really take this risk.

"Okay." He said. I smiled and he grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes, which looked more stressed than usual. However old I seemed to feel, Caleb's face seemed to show it now. There were lines under his eyes from all the sleepless nights. His smiles had become less and less bright and happy. I reached up on my tip toes and kissed him lightly.

"You'll have to go to the hospital on East 68th street. By 3rd Avenue? You know the one."

"Yeah, okay. Can you call down there and make an appointment? I'll find the number, okay?" I asked. He nodded, and I walked down the hallway into the living room. I found the phone book under the loose leg of the sofa, and I called the number of the hospital on East 68th.

Caleb dialed the number on the phone in the kitchen, and tapped his fingers on the table.

"Yeah, my girlfriend is pregnant, and she needs to get a check up. Yes. No, I don't have time to take a survey. Hold on, I'll ask. Hey Len?" he called to me. "How far along are you?"

"About six months. Maybe less."

"Five to six months. Yes. I understand. Alena Sto—,"

"No!" I screamed. If my parents were looking for me, I didn't want to make it too easy for them.

I could hear the woman on the phone scream "Is she going into labor?!"

"Caleb, give them a different last name! They'll have amber alerts for Alena Stokes! Say something else!"

I saw him mouth shit and then he returned to talking on the phone. "No, she dropped a cup of coffee. Yes, it's decaf. Her name is Alayna Stockton." I let out a long breath because I had been holding it all in. "She's 15. Nope, not kidding. We'd like to come in as soon as possible. Four o'clock today is fine. Where should we go?" I brought a pen and paper over by Caleb. He wrote down 'OB/GYN Wing, Rm. 204-A'. "Thank you so much," he said as he hung up the phone.

"I'm glad you reminded me we're on the run," he said, laughing a real laugh that made his eyes sparkle brilliant blue.

"We'll take the geo, then? Do you want to go now?" I asked. I grabbed a bag from the hook by the door, and Caleb put a pair of shoes on. Vans. Checkered and beat up.

"Okay. Let's go check up on it. But Len," he said, hesitating with his hand on the door. "If they recognize you, or… or if you say your real name, we have to leave. Fast, too. Is that okay?"

I nodded and he walked out, locking the door of the apartment behind him and then walking forward and grabbing my hand. I squeezed his fingers and he let go of mine, wrapping his arm around my waist instead.

I could imagine my mom and dad doing the same thing, and yet I knew that they would frown upon this same action.