Two Months Later

It was a big performance. It wasn't the Grammy's but MTV was still a pretty big fucking deal. After Maya had her artist's epiphany in New York, she was full of new ideas and stories to tell. She was overflowing. Her label wanted her in the studio as soon as possible and she felt the same. Because Maya had a pretty clear vision about how she wanted the record to sound, the mixing and recording process went rather quickly. As well, all of the emotions that gave birth to the album were sitting in the back of her lungs, needing to escape.

The album, Breakthrough, Maya decided to call it, was finished but not yet released. Her label wanted to see how the public responded to the singles first. On her YouTube she performed "Falling For You" a light, summery tune about what it's like to fall in love with someone for the first time was very well received. So well, that MTV chose her for their Artist To Watch segment.

They gave her these goofy commercials that allowed people to know a bit of her personality but also, an unplugged session for fans to preview the new music. While Maya performed the intimate concert, Farkle sat on the side, taping it on his phone for her social media outlets. Maya walked off the stage to thunderous applause and cheering.

"Wait, are you done?" Farkle questioned, looking at the time on the film equipment. "You shouldn't be for another 10 minutes."

"I know but I just need to freshen up, a little." Maya inhaled half a bottle of water that was given to her. "My makeup's sweating so bad, I look like the Joker. "

"There's a makeup team for that."

"I think I'm gonna blow chunks."

Now that Farkle looked at her a bit closer, she was looking a bit paler but Maya looked that way for months now. He wasn't sure if was the exhaustion of making a new album or her life post-Josh, but Farkle was sure it was going to pass. These were just MTV jitters.

"OK, hurry back." Maya walked into her private bathroom with a guard standing nearby.

It was 20 minutes later. The people from the network and the label were asking Katy was what going on. Katy asked Farkle what was going on. Farkle hung up from Riley to find out.

"Riley, I gotta check on Maya. She's been in the bathroom a long time... No, well, I don't know but she's never had diarrhea before a show. She's not the type to get nervous like that, usually but recently... No, no that's not it because I haven't told her yet. Look, I gotta go babe... Oh, come on, Riley... OK, OK, muah! Call you later." No matter where they were or who was around, Riley always made Farkle kiss her through the phone when he said goodbye. It was embarrassing but he did it every time. He wrapped his Bluetooth headphones around his neck and knocked on the door.

"Maya! It's Farkle! What's going on?" No response. "Maya! Hey! You OK?" Farkle beat on the door. Still nothing. Gulping, Farkle thought of all the possible scenarios in his mind of what could be happening and none of them were good. Farkle grabbed the attention of two security guards and had them bust the door down. Maya was laying on the cold tile floor, next to the toilet seat.

Katy was the first to rush to her, "Babygirl! Baby!" Her mom fell down to her side and palmed her hot forehead. Then, others crowded around to see the commotion.

"Give her room! Give her room!" Someone shouted.

The same two men that busted the door down carried Maya out of the bathroom. Farkle couldn't take his eyes off her. Did she always look that weak? That small? What kept him from noticing? He licked his lips and tread quickly behind, comforting Katy with his arm around her as she rambled incoherently. They both were scared shitless.

Maya awoke to a blinding light. She winced and turned to see Farkle sitting beside her. He cradled his head in his hand. His eyes were closed and he looked tired but he wasn't sleeping.

"Farkle?" Maya breathed and he looked up, sighing relieved. "What happened?" Looking down at her new bracelet and hospital gown, she realizing she was no longer at the set of her concert. "Why am I here?"

He moved his chair closer to his best friend. Farkle spoke carefully, "You went to the bathroom and you were in there for almost a half-hour. You passed out, Maya."

"Shit, I can't believe this." Exasperated, Maya pushed her head back into the pillow. "This had to happen today of all days."

"Maya, the only thing you need to worry about right now is your health, OK? I mean, look at you."

"What about me?"

"You're always tired, pale."

"Making a record isn't easy, Farkle."

"I know but it wasn't like this last time. Maya, if something was wrong, you'd tell me, right? You know, I only want the best for you."

"Simmer down, Farkle, OK?" She pet her friend's cheek. "I know. Look, I don't even feel bad right now. I feel great! I probably just forgot to eat and over did it. That's all. Everything's fine."

Suddenly, Katy came bursting into the room with the Doctor. Katy hunted him down. "Oh, babygirl! You're awake! Look who I found! Dr. Paiz coming to fix you right up, isn't that right?"

The doctor made an amused laugh, "That's right, Mrs. Hart."

"Uh, it's Miss."

Maya rolled her eyes. Dr. Paiz took a seat on a stool and came closer to his patient. "Hello, Maya. My name is Dr. Paiz. How are you feeling?"

"Good, actually."

"You know you gave everyone quite a scare."

"Yeah. I know and I'm sorry. I just over-worked myself, I guess."

"You're gonna need to be a lot more careful in your condition."

Farkle squinted his eyes, "Her condition?"

"Yes. She passed out from dehydration but the consequences of that are a lot more dire for pregnant women."

Farkle, Maya and Katy's mouths dropped to the floor. "D-doc," Maya stuttered. "What d-d-do you mean, pregnant? Like, pregnant with-with energy? With-with, uh, talent? With tacos, what do you mean?!"

"Miss Hart, you're pregnant. With a human child. You look about eight weeks along." Stunned, Maya's hands slowly covered her face as her brain repeated, "This cannot be happening."

"But, but... Birth control?"

"Only 99.9% effective." Dr. Paiz answered. "Looks like someone really wanted you to be their mother."

All of a sudden, Katy began to beat the crap out of Farkle with her purse. Dr. Paiz backed away. "Katy, what -?!" Farkle protested, trying to protect himself from the large Marc Jacobs bag.

"Farkle! You know how I feel about being a grandma! How could you do this to me?!"

"Momma, stop it!" Maya yelled.

"Katy, Katy, stop!" Farkle snatched the purse away from the woman as she heaved for air. "It's not mine." Farkle turned back to Maya and crouched at her bedside to meet her tearful eyes.

His voice was gentle, "It's Josh's, isn't it?" Maya made a sniff and looked into her hands. Farkle groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, "Jesus Christ."

"Josh?" Katy asked, still outraged. "Who the hell is Josh?"

AN: All right! Thank you all, so so so fucking much for giving this story so much support and love. I am still blown away by the response. It means so much. Now, this isn't goodbye. The Holiday is definitely a two parter but I can't predict when it'll start. Real life needs my attention right now but, look out for it. You never know. Hope you enjoyed it. Keep reading and happy trails.