I'm gonna try to push this story along faster than I originally had planned. Because I really, really want to get to the end. (*loud squee*) Anyway, enjoy this! :D

Fifteen weeks into the pregnancy, and honestly, I felt like a cow. Sure, I was showing a little more than average mothers-to-be were at this point, but that did little to change my thoughts about myself. At least I could be happy that the reason behind the weight gain and bulging belly was a baby. Smiling to myself at that thought, I dragged out a pair of jeans from my wardrobe, figuring I would wear it one last time before I got too pregnant to wear them anymore. They were bleached out and a bit worn, but these were the last remnants of my teenage years. Of the times that I could run away from Heartland Tower at night when I was too stressed and get a bit too drunk for my own good.

Ah… The memories were fun to think over.

The jeans slid up my legs just fine, but when I tried to zip up the fly, I got up about two centimeters before the damn thing got jammed. I growled angrily, trying to dislodge it, but I found myself unable to get the zipper to move. Sighing, I flopped backwards onto the bed behind me. My strength had been completely sapped from me, but that was the norm at the moment. Heading into my second trimester, I found myself even more tired than usual. It was the complete opposite of what was supposed to happen, but I figured it was because of the stress of worrying about my baby all the time.

"Kimi! Can you come here for a moment?" I called out, hoping that my goofball (now slightly bitchier than usual) friend would help me with the damn jeans. I heard something crash in the bathroom across the hall before the older woman came tumbling into my room, wiping her eyes with a tissue.

"What?" she inquired. Even though could clearly see her distress, I knew she would just dodge the question.

Glancing over at her, I pointed to my jeans. "Zipper won't move."

Instantly, her mood rose, and she dropped the tissue into the wastebasket next to the door before trotting over to me. "Your stomach getting in the way, now?" she giggled.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm pretty sure they still fit," I replied. "The zipper just got jammed and I'm too tired to do it myself."

"You lazy bastard," Kimi stated, rolling her eyes too. Even if, to the untrained eye, this looked like a weird situation, Kimi and I have been used to each other's company for so long that it was normal interaction for us. Leaning down, she swore lots of colorful curses at the zipper as she fought with it, and I couldn't help but laugh the entire time until she had got the thing unstuck. "You want me to zip it up for you too?"

"Sure, what the hell." I watched her as she dragged the zipper up. Even with it fully up, the button refused to get into the hole, even with all of her efforts to make the pants fit. She huffed and knelt beside me on the bed, giving up.

We sat there for a while like that, me splayed out and Kimi folded up beside me. It was nice to be by ourselves for once, without interruption from either Kanto or Kaito. Sure, we love our boyfriends, but sometimes we just need time to connect as women. Only other girls could understand that, really. Turning onto my side, I gazed up at her to see her staring at the wall blankly, tears on her lashes.

"Dammit Kimi, tell me what's going on." Sitting up and ignoring the fact that the zipper on my jeans slid down, I clutched her hands in mine. Her frown grew deeper, which shocked me; I wasn't used to her being completely sad like this (if she was sad, that is—her emotions are very difficult to figure out). "Kimi, for god's sakes, stop hiding it. I'm here for you, no matter what happens."

She raised her eyes to mine. "I found out I'm having a baby earlier today," she replied. My eyes widened.

"Seriously?" I inquired, and she nodded. "How far? And does Kanto know?"

"Relatively close to you," she stated. "About fourteen weeks. I didn't see any of the symptoms because of the problems with you and my work." She shook her head slowly, dropping her eyes to the sheet below us. I clenched her hands tighter. "Kanto doesn't want children, even if he loves the fact that you're expecting. But I…I haven't told him."

I brushed back her bicolored hair and gave her a stern gaze. "If that jerkass doesn't accept the fact that you're pregnant with his kid, then come stay with me and Kaito. I'm sure my idiot boyfriend will love having two pregnant women in the house."

Kimi burst out laughing at that. "Dude, I will forever stay with you."

I stuck my tongue out at her. "That sounded like a marriage proposal."

"It was meant to be."

"Did you just—"

"Totally."

"You are unbelievable."

"That's one of my lovable traits, true?"

Sighing, I bopped the top of her head and stood. My jeans sagged on my hips. "Damn, I kinda wished these would've fit. I wanted to get a last taste of being a kid before I ended up with a kid."

Kimi stood too, laughing. "Droite, you know what this means?"

"What now? I swear to god, if it means you're taking me to a male strip club, I'm not going—"

"Lemme speak, asshole." Laughing, she jogged over to the wardrobe and chucked a pair of leggings at me. "We can start buying things together, especially if we have the same gender of baby."

A lightbulb flashed above my head. My mood lifted too, and I couldn't help but lock arms with her. "That's totally right. Personally, I hope we're both having girls, because that would mean a whole lot of girly things to gush over."

"I hope for girls!" she cried, bouncing around like a child and nearly taking my arm out of socket.

Needless to say, when Kaito came to visit me (having decided to only visit now instead of living here full-time, in order to get things straight with his career choices), he wasn't entirely surprised to see Kimi and I chatting like birds about everything a baby could need.

I'll try and get more chapters up tonight. If not tonight, then tomorrow. Review!