Hey everyone! WOWW! 8 REVIEWS! That's a record for me! Thank you SO SO SO much for the lovely reviews! Glad to hear that everyone enjoyed the part - and that I was able to live up to the "real"-ness of it! I wanted the scene to seem as real as possible - because knowing Steve, it probably will be so tough for him to wrap his head around the fact that he's going to be a father... to 2 children! Phew!

I'm bringing Catherine's character into the story from this chapter onwards (I don't guarantee her to be in the story till the end), but I WILL tell you that her role will test Steve and Makayla's relationship. Her character is very much OOC, so she will be feisty and not the "nice, caring and polite" Catherine we see in the show. So... Catherine-lovers - brace yourselves! (I don't like Catherine in the show at all)

Also, the character named Jared which I introduced in Chapter 23 will play an important for the next few chapters (I haven't yet made up my mind on how many), so you may want to keep your head up for that.

I warn you folks though: things will begin to get nasty, so put your seatbelt on for this.

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HAWAII FIVE-0 OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS.

Makayla stormed out the room, her face wet from the tears. Steve and her had gotten into another argument. Aggh!

But this wasn't just like any other argument they had gotten into. No no no. This was bad. Worse than the argument they had before Steve left when Makayla hit him. This was so much worse.

Makayla's POV

Steve was being so inconsiderate. He was being mean, nasty, and unwilling to understand. I couldn't take anymore of his asshole behaviour, so I stormed out of the room crying.

I stood outside my room with the door closed behind me, trying to catch my breath in between the sobs, unable to take in what had just happened. How could Steve be so rude to me? He needed to "think about us"? He doesn't think he's "ready for this"? How inconsiderate of him!

Do you think I was ready for this? D'yu think I planned this? No! So if I wasn't ready for this but could still accept it as the truth, why was it so hard for Steve to do the same? Because he was a guy?! That's nonsense.

I admit, he needs some time to "digest" it. I respect that. But that's not what he just told me inside. He didn't tell me "I need some time to let my mind process this." He said instead that he needed some time to think about us. That he wasn't ready for this. Ridiculous.

Back to 3rd Person POV

Makayla sobbed standing outside her door for a few minutes, until her mind finally told her that she needed to talk to someone - kinda let it all out. This was Makayla's coping mechanism. Who would she talk to? Well, the answer was obvious, and she needed to think no more as she started her way rightwards down the hall.

She stood in front of room 302K.

Her brother. Of course. He was the only person who would understand her. Her hand reached up to knock on the door, her sobs still not fully calmed. Before she could knock however, she stopped her hand mid-air as a thought came into her head. Hold on a second there, Makayla. What are you doing? Do you know what's going to happen if you walk in there and tell Danny what just happened? I'll tell you what will happen. The moment you tell Danny about Steve's asshole behaviour, he's going to storm out of his room and kick the daylights out of Steve. He'll do it Makayla. Remember what he said? "If I find out about a guy trying to hurt my sister, I will kick his ass, I promise."

Or what he said when he found out you were pregnant. "Does he not want to be a part of your life? Cos if that's the case, I will hunt him down and murder him myself."

Yeah. That's what Danny said. Kick his ass. Hunt him down. Murder him.

Now, do you really think Danny should know about this?

Makayla's hand retreated from the mid-air position it was previously in and now hung low beside her. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, trying to think of what her other options were. I can't go back in there, she told herself. At least not yet. If Steve and her were anywhere near each other right now, they would probably rip each others' heads off. Oh, yes. You did not want to mess with pregnant Makayla.

She thought for a second while her eyes glanced down the hall at her door. Wait a second. There was someone standing in front of her door. Well, Makayla couldn't tell if she was standing in front of her door or Steve's door. But it was a she. A woman, a little shorter than Makayla, with long black hair and a little piece of paper in her hand. Makayla curiously walked towards the woman slowly, her face reflecting confusion when she was finally a few feet away from the woman.

"I'm sorry, can I help you?" Makayla asked sharply. Yeah. You definitely didn't want to mess with pregnant Makayla.

The lady laughed and a smile came on her face. It wasn't a friendly smile. It was one of those better-get-out-of-my-face-I'm-perfect-and-you're-not kinda smiles.

"Is this, 302B?" The woman asked.

Makayla stupidly looked from the woman to the numbers on Makayla's door, pointing to the numbers as she spoke.

"Does this look like anything other than 302B?" Makayla stupidly asked. This lady was getting on her nerves already.

The lady laughed again and shook her head.

"Thanks," she said before her hand reached up and knocked on the door. Makayla was about to stop her but her hand had already made the 3 audible sounds that anyone would call 'knocking'.

"Excuse me, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Makayla crazily asked.

"I'm knocking on the door," the lady said in an obvious tone.

"No, I see that. But why are you knocking on my door?" Makayla asked again. Makayla saw as the lady look surprised as if she didn't know this was Makayla's room. Makayla's eyebrows were raised in question, about to ask her again why she was here, but just as she was about to say something, the door swung open and the two women turned to see Steve standing at the door wearing his unbuttoned shirt. He strangely looked between the two ladies.

All this while, inside the room...

When Makayla stormed out, it actually gave Steve time to process what had just happened. He stared at his angry reflection in the mirror. I'm such an ass. How could I be so mean to her? The little time that Makayla and him had spent getting to know each other, well, Steve had gotten to know Makayla really well. And knowing how emotionally vulnerable she was, he knew she was probably crying her heart out right now. All because of him.

Me. Me. Me.

Steve.

Stupid Steve. He yelled at her and he made her cry.

But what did she say to him?

She was pregnant.

Makayla was pregnant. With Steve's baby. No, correction. Makayla was pregnant with Steve's babies.

He took a deep breath and slowly ran his hand through his hair again.

Makayla was pregnant, and she was having twins.

"Wow..." he whispered to himself. It was probably the hardest thing for him to believe in his entire life. Well, not that it wasn't 'possible' - oh no, of course Steve could make that possible, he definitely didn't have issues in that department - but everything was happening just so fast that his mind was literally spinning everywhere. He had said some bad things to her. What an idiot! How could he even say that? You'll never learn to trust me after what Eric did to you. Steve had screwed up. He had royally screwed up. How could he say something like that to her. It was all in the heat of the moment, of course. And he didn't mean it. He kept reminding himself that he truthfully didn't meant it, as his words repeated themselves in his mind.

What was he going to do? What were they going to do? Was she going to keep them? Steve's mind raced at the thought of the possibilities, a wave of panic hitting him at the thought of Makayla deciding not to keep the babies. No, I can't let her do that. She wouldn't do that, right? He wouldn't let her.

The time he had spent away from her had taught him one thing, and that was to learn to accept the truth.

What was the truth?

Did Steve love Makayla?

Yes, he did.

Did Steve want these babies with her?

His mind momentarily paused.

And then, it finally found its answer.

Yes.

Yes, he did. He did want to have these kids with Makayla.

There. He finally admitted it.

He heard him whispering to himself as if convincing his mind that whatever it may be, they would face it together. Him and Makayla were going to face it together.

"I'm going to be a dad..." he whispered to no one but himself, a small smile appearing on his face as reality finally hit him like a brick wall.

Steve's moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. Three distinct knocks on the door. His eyebrows scrunched in confusion, wondering who it was. It couldn't be Makayla - she wouldn't knock on the door, obviously. He made his way out of the washroom and found his shirt on the bed and slipped it on, not worrying about buttoning it up. He walked to the door and opened it to see two familiar figures standing in front of him.

His mind mentally cursed itself. Uh oh.

"Steve," the lady said, still a little surprised.

Makayla looked from Steve to the lady a little taken aback that she knew him.

"Hi Sailor," the lady said in a now more flirtatious tone.

"Catherine?" Steve strangely asked.

Makayla's eyes widened at Steve's words and she looked from Steve to the woman and then back to Steve.

"Catherine?!" Makayla almost yelled, clenching her teeth as she said the name. She scoffed and rolled her eyes. How could she be so stupid?

Steve noticed her reaction because the moment she said that, he put his hand forward as if reassuring her of something, but she only took a step back away from him.

"Save it, Steve," she huffed before turning on her heels and walking away again.

"Makayla," Steve called out to her in a calm tone. But Makayla didn't listen to him, and Steve only stood there and watched as she disappeared down the corner of the hall.

He turned his attention back to the lady standing in front of him who looked equally taken aback.

"Hey," he said to her, feeling bad that she had witnessed all of that. "Hold on a sec," he added, before stepping inside momentarily to gather his stuff and button up, leaving Catherine standing at the door. A few seconds later, he stepped out with his luggage and made his way past Catherine to his door, sliding his key card in the slot and stepping inside his room once the door had opened.

"Come on in," he gestured to Catherine. She followed suit and stepped into the small room.

Steve threw his luggage to one side before sighing frustratingly, his hands resting on his hips as he faced the little round window in his room, his back towards Catherine who stood near the door.

"Is... everything okay?" Catherine carefully asked. Whoever this 'Makayla' character was, she needed to know. Why did Steve just step out of the room which 'Makayla' said was her room - practically half-naked? And why was he so upset? She saw Steve shift a bit awkwardly in his position before he slowly turned around and met eyes with Catherine.

"Why are you here, Catherine?"

Catherine didn't expect that from him. She opened her mouth to say something, but her body couldn't quite figure out how to put the pieces together.

"I..." she started, realizing she didn't really know how to answer that.

"I'm sorry," Steve interrupted, his head hanging low. "That was rude. I didn't meant to put it like that." He looked at Catherine again as she looked a bit calmer than before.

"All of Hawaii's soldiers are here. You're bound to be here as well," he answered.

Catherine slowly moved towards him, a smile forming on her face.

"Well, I think we both know that's probably not the only reason I'm here," she seductively said, putting her arms around Steve's neck as she came closer.

Steve looked strangely at her arms as his mind processed what was happening and realized she was trespassing. He slowly took her arms off of him and let them down by her side.

"Catherine, we can't do this," he told her. He had to tell her that they didn't have that kind of relationship anymore. He had to tell her that he had found Makayla. That he loved Makayla. Despite the fights they had gotten into, he knew she was the one for him. He had learnt to accept that overtime. But then he remembered what had transpired not long ago between them two.

He inwardly cringed as he remembered the fight he had just had with Makayla. He felt angry at himself for being so rude to her. He didn't mean what he said to her, but the words obviously came out wrong because what he really meant was that he needed time to process what she was telling him.

He saw Catherine's face as she looked confused. Steve took a step back from her and took a deep breath.

"I just," Steve struggled to find the words to tell her about him and Makayla. He didn't want to hurt Catherine's feelings, but she needed to know the truth. She deserved to know. After what they had between them. He looked her in the eye and braced himself for the moment.

"I'm - "

Steve was interrupted by the sound of Catherine's ringing phone. She dug her hand into her jeans pocket and fished it out, looking at the caller ID before momentarily looking at Steve.

"I have to take this," she apologized, before moving to a corner of the room. Steve nodded and turned to his bag again, leaving aside the task of telling Catherine for now. For now. He would tell her. Later. He knelt down in front of his bag, proceeding to empty its contents and arrange them in his room.

After a minute or so, Catherine ended her call and returned to where Steve was, standing beside him as he fished through his bag.

"So... You were about to say something," Catherine inquisitively asked. Steve continued his actions without looking up to her.

"It can wait," he gingerly said.

She looked at him a little suspicious but eventually decided to drop it.

"Okay," she shrugged as she made her way to the door again, before turning to look at Steve again.

"Hey, Steve," she said. Steve turned his face towards the door where she stood.

"I'll see you later tonight, Sailor," she said with a wink before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. Oh no, Steve. I'm not letting you away from me that easily. Whatever it is you're hiding from me, I'm going to find out.

Steve blinked in his position at her comment. I need to tell her things are over between us FAST.

Meanwhile, Makayla was beyond pissed at her most recent altercations with Steve. Steve and - ... CATHERINE?! Are you kidding me?! What the hell was she doing at her door?!

Or was she looking for Steve?

Steve?!

Oh, that son of a bitch. Pregnant Makayla was beyond furious. Steve had no idea what was coming his way.

He was about to face the wrath of pregnant Makayla who did not think straight when she was angry.

Makayla was going to go all Incredible Hulk on Steve.

Or somewhat like that.

Makayla walked away from her room that moment undecided of where she was going to go. She just knew she had to get away and get that scene out of her head. She blindly followed the halls of the ship until it led onto the deck where she noticed a few people lounging. Makayla also noticed the bar which had probably just opened since the bartender was still setting up the glasses and bottles. Sighing to herself, she aimlessly walked over to the bar and seated herself on one of the stools. The bartender looked surprised, momentarily looking up to her from the counter he was wiping.

"I know it's my job, but don't you think it's a bit too early for drinks?" He told her.

Makayla sighed as she brought her arms up to the counter, resting her face between her hands.

"I know," she groaned as the anger began dissipating, becoming replaced with frustration. "I can't drink anyways," she mumbled, avoiding the bartender's questioning look.

"Under age?" He surprisingly asked. Makayla scrunched her eyebrows at him with an 'are you kidding me' look. She noticed that he kept staring at her while wiping the glass in his hand. He looked at her with narrowed eye for a second, until he gasped as if in acknowledgement.

"Ah," he acknowledged, with a smirk on his face. Makayla looked at him weirdly again. Why was this guy being so nosy again?

"What? What does the 'ah' mean?" She shot.

He finished wiping the glass in hand and picked up another one, momentarily looking at Makayla before speaking again.

"Bun in the oven," he simply said, continuing at his task with a smirk appearing on his face.

Makayla's face turned red at his comment. She was at a loss of words for a second before his voice broke the silence. Was it so obvious? She thought to herself.

"Don't be shocked. I can only tell because I have three myself," he assured her with a smile, moving towards the back and grabbing a bottle of water before turning back to Makayla again. He placed the bottle in front of her and flashed her a smile.

"You look disturbed. It's not good for you to stress at a time like this," he softly advised.

Makayla looked at him with numb eyes and realized he was right. She sighed to herself again and slowly pulled the water bottle towards her. She proceeded to pop it open and felt her eyes becoming wet again. She held her gaze down embarrassed to look the man in the eye in tears. She saw from the corner of her eye that he was not wiping the glasses anymore. Both his palms rested on the counter as he looked towards her softly.

"Whatever it is, talk it out with him," he slowly said.

Makayla fought the tears as she took a sip of the water and looked back at the man again. He was a stranger to Makayla, yet he had the ability to look at her and tell what the problem was.

"It's messed up," Makayla groaned in an almost-teary voice, "he screwed it up." The man looked at Makayla for a second before shrugging.

"Talk about it," he simply said. Talk about it. Is it that simple? No, of course not. It's so much more complicated than that. Makayla stared back at the man.

"Yeah, talk about it," she sarcastically laughed. "We talked, alright. I called him an asshole and he told me to go to hell." Makayla scoffed. "Yeah, we talked about it." She shook her head in denial before drinking some water again.

"And I'm sure he was being an asshole," the bartender agreed. Makayla rolled her eyes in agreement as he continued staring at her.

"But let me give you a piece of advice," he began. He waited for Makayla to meet his gaze before continuing. "If he can't look you in the eye when you're fighting," between a pause, "then you know that's a sign he's going to stay."

Makayla stared intently at the man pondering over his words.

"If he wanted to stay he wouldn't call his ex over the moment I stepped out," she bluntly said. The man averted her gaze and shrugged his shoulders again.

"I don't know," he said. "But remember what I said."

The man looked at Makayla in the eye sincerely, before turning his attention to a customer that had just came. Makayla turned herself in the opposite direction in her stool, taking the bottle in her hand. The man's words repeated themselves in her mind.

If he can't look you in the eye when you're fighting, then you know that's a sign he's going to stay.

A sign that he's going to say.

It seemed so easy. Yet, it was so difficult to comprehend. That wasn't true... was it? What, a simple look in the eye? Would that change everything?

Agh!

Makayla's head was spinning. This was too stressful. She couldn't handle the stress. She shouldn't handle this amount of stress. It's not good for her health. Makayla sighed as she left the deck towards her room, hoping to God that Steve was not there right now, because she could still use the alone time.

It was like her braining was chewing itself. So many things swimming in her head. She wanted to believe the man, she wanted to believe him so bad. There was nothing more she wanted than knowing that Steve was going to stay - that he wasn't going to leave. But something in her heart told her not to believe so otherwise. Something in her heart made her cringe at the thought of Steve staying forever, as if it was a moment that was bound to slip away eventually.

And she couldn't handle putting herself in that position again. She would not put herself through that again. Not with two babies on the way.

When Makayla reached her room, she let go a breath she didn't realize she was holding at seeing that Steve was not there.

Steve wasn't there. Even his bag was gone.

It made the tears in Makayla's eyes come back. He was gone, and so was his bag. He left after Catherine came. Makayla slouched onto the single bed as she felt a tear lapse her cheek, realizing how bad things had become between her and Steve within moments.

One moment, they were on this same bed, about to make love.

The other, they're in the bathroom screaming their heads off at each other.

The next, she's here all alone again on the same bed.

Danny was right. Makayla's life was, indeed, royally screwed up.

What was she going to do?

Voices were screaming in her head.

Her chest began to feel tighter and tighter.

Makayla shut her eyes tight trying to push away all the pain.

She took a deep breath and her hand protectively fell to her lower abdomen.

Makayla had made up her mind.

She knew what she was going to do.

She knew what she needed to do.

Okay, I'm not going to lie. I'm suffering from slight writer's block. Partially because I have so many other things going on right now (life happens, right?) and I'm falling a bit behind. But I hope to catch up soon. Hope you enjoyed this! Review please :D Seriously, review.