Authors note: At least I'm consistently inconsistent. I'm going to admit this isn't the best chapter (writing ways) wise. Boop yolo whatever. So how about ebola, eh? That shit's pretty cray.

I was able to sleep off an on last night, and I was tempted to get Erik on several occasions, but each time I did Ellie yelled at me in all caps form and I listened. We had several chats last night, and she said while she understood my anger and frustration, he was coming from a good place and had no ill intent in his meaning and I should be a little forgiving. I told her I respected her opinion, but I was going to be mad at him until I was tired of being angry. Since I was up so early I had been showered and packed by nine and it felt good. I liked being productive. When Erik came in to get a shower I saw my opportunity to go and get breakfast without him tagging along. 'Morning.' When I didn't reply, and continued with getting my phone and room key from off the nightstand I saw Erik roll his eyes before going into the bathroom. I escaped the room and worked my way down the walkway to the elevator, and as I walked I looked over the railing down at the pond and sitting area.

I was hoping to get the elevator to myself, but unfortunately I got to share it with a family. My next hope was they'd leave me alone, but one can only hope. 'Good morning.' Of course it was the mom to bug me. I faked a smile and hoped it was enough, but she continued looking at me.

Finally I complied with the Mickey shirt wearing kidnapper. 'Good morning.'

'How are you?'

'Uh I've been better.' She finally understood then that I really wasn't in a talking mood and looked away.

'Mommy what's that?' I looked down at their little girl and she was pointing at my stomach, and I quickly covered my stomach with my purse and tried not to feel too embarrassed.

'Hey don't be rude. Sorry about that.' The guy grabbed the little girls hand and moved her over to his side.

'It's fine. No harm done.' I made a mental note to not wear tank tops out anymore, and only loose shirts. Finally the elevator stopped, and the doors opened. I hurried out and over to the line for the potatoes and bacon. Luckily it was only a couple people long so I wasn't going to have to wait long. I jumped when my phone started buzzing, and when I saw it was my dad I was tempted to ignore it, but curiosity got the best of me like always. I accepted the call and hesitated a few short seconds before putting the phone to my ear. 'What do you want?'

'Some guy just stopped by asking for you and Erik.'

'Okay? What'd he look like? What was his name?'

'He was older and he said his name was Caleb, but he could have been lying. He didn't seem like the nicest man.'

'Did you tell him we were at Anne's?' I moved up two spaces in line when another worker came to help, and the original finished with the person that was there when I got in line.

'No, but I got his cellphone number in case either of you happen to know a Caleb.'

'I don't know a Caleb, but Erik might. Well thank you. Just text me the number.'

'Alright I'll do that... So how's the baby?'

'Don't try and make things better.' I hung my phone up as I got to the counter and I put it in my pocket as I eyed the bacon.

'What can I get for you this morning?' He grabbed a plate as I tried deciding if I wanted bacon or not.

'Can I get a buttload of potatoes, and some bacon, please?' He loaded up the plate with the potatoes and put two pieces of bacon on the plate.

'Is that all?' I nodded so he gave me the plate and I thanked him before walking over to the condiment table. I put an appropriate amount of ketchup over the potatoes then found my chocolate chip muffin in the case down the table. I decided to set my plate down before getting my drink and fork. As I was filling my glass up with Sprite a guy came up beside me and smiled at me. Subtly wasn't his strongest suit.

'I'm Randy.'

'Christine and uninterested.' I smiled back at him as he grabbed a cup.

'Well who said I was interested? Maybe I'm friendly.'

'Or you like my tits. I'm guessing the latter.' I turned to go to my table as he poured his coffee, but when he saw me leaving he followed me. I sat down, and I watched as he did the same on the other side of the table. 'Make yourself at home.'

'Why are you in such a bad mood?'

'I really don't think that's any of your business.' I popped a potato cube in my mouth as he stared at me. 'What? If you're against something you're free to leave since you were never invited to join me.'

'That's a lot of carbs.'

'Well I'm getting fat anyway so I might as well enjoy what I eat during the process.'

'What makes you think you're getting fat?'

'How old are you?' I grabbed another un-ketchuped cube and ate it.

'Eighteen.'

'Oh cool. I'm jailbait even if I were interested.' I smiled sweetly making him tilt his head to the side.

'You can't be younger than eighteen.'

'Wow thanks for calling me old. You're such a charmer.' What was it with guys lately? I had an eating disorder, I looked old, what was it next? I had a camel toe?

'That's not what I meant. I just meant you seem a lot more mature than eighteen.'

'Yeah I bet.' I stuck my thumbs in the top of my muffin and tore it in half. His sitting there and drinking his coffee started to bug me. 'Why aren't you eating?'

'I'm trying to watch my girlish figure.' He rubbed his stomach and I accidentally laughed. He probably thought he was funny now. 'You never answered why you think you're getting fat, because you're beautiful from what I can tell.'

'I'll let you keep that illusion. Makeup does wonders.' He smirked and set his mug down while I picked my fork up.

'You're not wearing makeup, and while I may be an eighteen year old guy, I know makeup can't make you look skinnier.'

'Okay you've caught me. I'm still skinny. It's coming though. I'm going to gain 45 pounds and lose my job.'

'How old are you and what's your job?'

'Seventeen, and I'm in the musical Wicked. Arizona is getting its own sit down production and I was casted as the main green bitch.'

'Why would you get fired?'

'Because there are physical requirements that I won't be able to do. My costumes are made for this body, and they'd rather recast me then make me new costumes because they're expensive.'

'Well if you can sing as well as you can act like you're in a bad mood then you're good.' I grabbed a potato cube and tossed it at him, and I snorted when it landed in his coffee. He looked down at his mug while I snickered, and when he looked at me while attempting to fish it out I lost it. 'Yeah well I like ketchupy potato flavored coffee.' His face scrunched up before he took a drink, and we both gagged a bit once the coffee was in his mouth.

'Oh that's gross.'

'I have no clue what you're talking about its delicious.' He plugged his nose and attempted to take another drink, but he ended up spitting it back into his cup making me laugh again. 'I can't do it.'

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'I firmly believe that Space Mountain is the best Disneyland ride that they convert during Halloween.'

'I wholeheartedly agree.' We had been talking for a good half an hour, and I didn't even think much of it until Erik walked up to the table and I started feeling guilty for talking to this guy for so long. I stopped smiling and looked down at my lap when he finally did come up to the table.

'We should get on the road.'

'We can go when I'm ready. I'm talking to my new friend.' Randy put his hand out, but Erik just continued looking at me since he thought looking at me would change my mind. 'I'll come up to the room when I'm ready.'

'Christine it's a two hour drive down to San Diego and I want to get on the road early. Plus we have to drop Jeff and Josilyn off at the airport and their flight is in two hours so we need to leave soon.'

'Dude she wants to stay here-' I shook my head so he stopped talking.

'Fine lets go.' I stood up and took one last drink of my water. 'It was nice talking, Randy. Call me if you ever come to Phoenix and I'll introduce you to my friend Meg. I think you'd like her.' He smiled and nodded, and I took my purse from Erik.

'Have a good vacation.' Erik and I walked away from the table, and once we were a good distance away from Randy Erik pulled me to the side.

'What the hell was that? We get in one fight and you're flirting with another guy!'

'I wasn't flirting! I was being nice! I can still have guy friends, and shockingly they can be straight! Now stop being so overprotective and jealous!' I turned to walk to the lobby but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I looked down at my arm before yanking my arm away. 'Don't ever fucking do that again.'

'If it wasn't flirting for you then he severely misinterpreted your motives.'

'Am I him? Nope! I don't control how he took my meaning. I was making a friend, I meant nothing more so don't fucking yell at me for how he took my friendliness. I don't know what's gotten into you, but you really need to fucking get off my ass, and if this is what happens when I get engaged to you then you can take the ring back. I don't want to marry an overbearing, jealous guy who won't let me be friends with guys.' I took my ring off and held it out to him, but he instead walked away. I put the ring back on and followed him out to the car, and Jeff and Josilyn were already in the backseat. I sat down in the passenger seat and slammed the door before buckling my seatbelt.

'Good morning, Christine.'

'Yeah it's fantastic.' I kept my purse in my lap and crossed my arms on top of it.

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We walked into the condo, and I hoped to God that there was two bedrooms so I didn't have to sleep next to Erik. Having him alone I decided to ask him if he knew the Caleb guy since despite my anger I wanted to know. 'My dad called me today.'

'Cool.'

'He said a guy stopped by asking for us.'

'Well I guess he was sorely disappointed. What was his name?'

'Caleb?' I gauged Erik's reaction, and when his facial expression didn't change, but he froze and just stared at the front door. 'Is this a bad thing?'

'Did he tell him we're at Anne's?' He closed the door and walked to the couch so he could sit down and put his face in his hands.

'No. I have his number though.' He sighed and looked up so he could take his mask off and rub his face. 'Should I be worried?'

He grabbed his phone from his pocket and quickly put something in, then finally moved the phone to his ear. 'Hey dad. Yeah I know it's late, but can you call Adam and ask him the status of the guy is? Yeah okay.' He started tapping his leg as I grew anxious to find out what was going on. He stood up and went out onto the patio that overlooked the harbor and some buildings, and after what seemed like an hour Erik practically collapsed onto his butt and tossed his phone to the side. I set my purse down where he was just sitting and quietly walked up to the door and I had an idea of who it was when he was shaking similarly to the day my dad accused him of raping me.

'It's him, isn't it?' I moved outside and sat down next to him.

'Yeah. It's him.' I put my arm around his shoulder and let him put his head on my shoulder to help him stay with me and avoid an episode.

'It'll be okay. He doesn't know we're at Anne's, and we have that advantage so we can go to the cops and let them know he's already looking for you, and it'll be fine. He won't hurt you again.' I kissed his head and decided to no longer me mad at him since in the end it didn't matter, and being mad was useless.

'I don't like that he knows about you and where you used to live.'

'Don't worry about me, just worry about you and make sure you're okay.' I started to play with his hair to calm him.

'Until he's arrested again I don't want you to be alone if I can't be there. I don't want you to have to be alone with him, especially now that you're pregnant and can't defend yourself as well as you would have been able to when you weren't.'

'That's fine.' His request wasn't absurd so I had no reason to say no.

'And if he does confront you scream and try to run away. He's not an idiot so it won't be in a public area where it's busy.'

'I will.' He looked up at me and I rubbed his cheek before kissing him gently. 'I'm sorry this is happening, but we'll get through this together.'

'I'm pretty sure not even three hours ago you tried giving me the ring back.'

'I wasn't breaking up with you, I was just threatening to demote us if you didn't let up.'

'Well I'll let up. I wasn't jealous of you making a new straight, male, friend. I was mad at the timing. I felt like you were doing it to prove that I was easily replaceable with a new guy if I made you mad enough.' Now that I thought about it, the timing did seem like that.

'Erik you're not replaceable. I need you to remember that, because we aren't going to go far with you thinking the second I get bored or mad I'll dump you and go bang some random guy, because then you'll be walking on eggshells our entire life.'

'I know. It's just the first over night fight we had so I was nervous about the repercussions of my idiot actions. I shouldn't have accused you of starving yourself, I didn't know what I was thinking and I'm dumb I know, but after looking into it I think you may be taking in too much iron now.'

'How is that?' Being pregnant was annoying, and I wasn't even dealing with the most annoying parts yet.

'Well weight loss, puking, paleness and fatigue are all symptoms of having too much iron, and like I pointed out you weren't this bad before the hospital, and you started getting more iron in the hospital. Maybe your body has caught up on making it, because apparently some women when they first get pregnant their body isn't able to make the amount needed, but it catches up after a while in some cases.'

'You read that last night?'

'No I called John.' I nodded and looked at the balcony wall in front of us. The cement was beautiful. 'He said to stop taking your iron pill and just take the prenatals now.'

'Alright sounds good.' I pushed my bangs back into my hair and I looked at him as he stood up and walked back inside after picking his phone up. I got up and followed him in since I figured that when we kissed he wasn't mad at me anymore, but I've been wrong in my life.

'So your room is this way.' I watched as he picked my two bags up and started going towards the hall. I figured I had to follow him so I swallowed my expectation of him not being mad and followed.

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I stayed shut in the room all day, only opening the door when Erik had brought me food. He gave me the master bedroom which made me feel even worse for snapping at him the other night.

When I woke up for the fourth time that night I sighed and kicked the blanket off so I could sit up. I saw that it was three in the morning so I stood up and left my room, and crossed the hallway so I could sneak into the room Erik was sleeping in. I tiptoed up to the bed and I laid down next to him. I put my head on his chest then I felt him move. 'What are you doing?'

'I miss you.' I kissed his chest and started to worry he was going to kick me out. 'I'm sorry for saying what I said and making you sleep on the couch. I just want to be back to normal.' He was silent, and I hated it. I counted each second that ticked by way too slowly.

'I'm sorry for not believing you. You had every right to be mad at me.' I sighed with relief as he put his arms around me and kissed my head. 'What time is it?'

'Three.' He then moved me up so my head was in the curve of his neck. I put my arm across his chest and kissed his neck which made him slipped his hand up under my shirt and tap his fingers up my back, the light tapping giving me goosebumps. I smiled and let him move above me so he could kiss me, and put his elbows on either side of my head. I put my hands on his stomach and slid them around to his back and scratched my nails down to his boxers. He kissed down to my neck, and the action brought on the pit in my stomach and my toes curling.

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I had gotten up early that morning, and I was craving pancakes and also felt adventurous. It was two things that when mixed equaled disaster. When I was on my fifth burnt pancake I felt Erik's hands on my hips. 'Are you in a murderous spirit today?' I giggled and shook my head as I set the pancake on the plate with the others.

'I know I'm not doing the best job, but there's pancakes cooked so I quit.' I turned the burner off and set the spatula down so I could pick my plate up and plop three pancakes on it

'Dear lord it looks like you gutted a pancake person.' I looked down at my shirt and I had a fair amount of batter on it. 'You aren't lying when you say you're a terrible cook.' I smacked his butt before sitting down at the bar, and I waited for Erik to sit down next to me and take a bite. I watched as he slowly chewed the bite as I shook in attempt to not laugh. He snorted and spit the pancake out onto the plate. 'I'm sorry these taste like burnt death.' He got up and took our plates and dropped the pancakes in the trash since I was too busy laughing. 'I'll try and make some, and if I fail we'll go get breakfast then go get a How to Cook for Dummies.'

'Well I don't think that's a terrible idea. Give me a little ass while you do it.' I giggled and slapped his butt as he walked past me.

'I don't know how to give ass like you do. I'm a guy, nothing fits my ass like girls- girls clothes do.'

'Well just give me a little peek then.' I got up so I could get behind him and pull his boxers down to below his buttcheeks.

'Hey you said peek not full view!'

'Sorry, hands slipped.' I smiled and smacked his butt once again before going back to my seat at the bar.

'You're drooling.'

'And you've yet to pull your boxers up so you love it.' His lack of response proved my rightness as he washed his hands. 'You're welcome. You love your ass now because of my drooling.' I managed to look up at him for a few seconds to catch him smiling. I found that I had to calm myself when he started pouring the batter into the pan, because for some reason him cooking made me get all tingly inside. I started tapping the counter and shaking my foot to distract myself.

'You okay over there?' I nodded as he tried flipping the pancake and I knew he was relieved when he finally got it, because I was the same way.

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'God my nipples look so weird.' They looked like big swollen puffy versions of my normal nipples.

'They look fine.' I turned around away from the mirror while Erik dried off.

'Erik, have you looked at them lately? The tips look like mini dots. It's weird and gross. I'm getting gross, Erik.' I frowned and looked down at the body part in question.

'I'm looking at them right now, and I saw them in the shower and I became intimate with them last night, they have gotten a bit swollen but it's not weird or gross.' I tried poking them in but stopped when it hurt.

'And my boobs! They're all veiny and hard. These things aren't cute anymore, and my ass oh my God look.' I turned and pointed at the fact that it had gotten bigger. Erik poked the bottom, then top, then sides, then squeezed.

'I'm not feeling a difference. You still have a cute butt, Chris.'

'But I have a stretch mark!' I turned and poked right by my belly button as Erik gasped.

'A stretch mark? Say it isn't so! Well now we have to return you to the store.' I glared at him making him smile and set his towel down.

'I won't be able to do any roles that I have to wear a short shirt after this.'

'Why?'

'Stretch marks, flabby stomach and ass. I'm going to be useless.' I sat down on the counter and Erik moved between my legs so he could kiss my cheek then me.

'I'll help you restore your body to as close to pre baby state as I can, and start using the baby oil like Sam said to help with the stretching. I'll put it on wherever you want it and can't reach it.' I couldn't help but smile at his offer.

'I'm sure you will.'

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'So I was looking around online, and I can't find an application for Teen Mom. I'm highly disappointed, because my plan all along was to have you get me pregnant and use it for television fame.' Erik sat down next to me on our blanket as I scrolled down my dashboard on Tumblr, ate a Hot Cheeto and pushed my sunglasses further on my nose.

'Yeah? I'm sorry about that. What's your backup plan?'

'Film a crappy sex tape and leak it. That's how Kim Kardashian did it.' He smiled and shook his head.

'I don't want to ruin that plan, but her dad was OJ Simpson's lawyer, her second dad is Bruce Jenner and wasn't she Paris Hiltons stylist when that happened?'

'And she was dating that one dude with the huge dick that looks like he sucks at going down on a girl.'

'You've seen the video?' He took the bottle of sunblock, put some in his hands and started rubbing it into my back.

'Mhm. She has really boring underwear and bras, her vagina is kinda gross, and the guys penis is all ew.'

'Oh gross.'

'Yeah I can't figure out how it got popular.' He snorted before laughing for a few seconds.

'Maybe because people love bad porn?' I slowly nodded since he was really good at rubbing my shoulders.

'You can say that again. He was talking to the millions of guys who are jerking off to it, and trying to look cool instead of putting effort into the sex and she was acting like it was good.'

'That does sound shitty. Do you ever act like its good with me?' I looked over my shoulder at him before shaking my head.

'No. I love sex with you. The day I have to act is the day we sit down and talk.'

'Promise me you'll be like sweetheart I think it's time for the talk.' I gave him my pinkie finger that wasn't covered in Cheetos dust so he'd hook his around mine.

'Deal. Okay so I'm trying to think of other ways to get TV famous. We could do sister wives, we could have twenty kids, we could open a bakery, we can learn to cook, become raging alcoholics and make bad food-'

'What's the last one?'

'Barefoot Contessa on the Food Network.'

'Oh right got it. How about you become Broadway famous and be the best Elphaba out there.'

'I'll never be better than Alison Luff. She's a goddess, and I want to meet her.' I smiled when he leaned forward and kissed my cheek, then continued rubbing my shoulders.

'You're better than her, believe me. And you've surpassed Idina Menzel too.' I scoffed and rolled my eyes, offended by that statement.

'I surpassed Idina Menzel was I was two and was screaming. She's a terrible Elphaba, Maureen, Elsa and whatever else she's tried to do.'

'You can say that again. Okay so where do you want lunch?'

'Uhm I'm not hungry right now, but when I am I think Souplantation sounds good. It's over by the Target we passed getting here.' I sighed contently when my shoulders were starting to loosen up.

'I'll ignore the half of the Cheetos bag that you've annihilated and agree. Am I doing okay?'

'Mhm. You're pretty fantastic at rubbing things. Where'd you learn?' I felt the air from his nose as he tried to quietly laugh.

'Years of practicing.'

'I knew it.'

'We were all younger and single once no judging.'

'I'm not judging you.' I spun around so I could face him, and I pecked him on the lips once I was able to. He smiled and kissed me again as he dragged his fingers down my arms, and I decided I needed to go get a massage.

'How is the baby today?' He started rubbing my stomach and I opened my eyes as he looked down at either my boobs in my swim suit or my stomach.

'Still tiny and boring.' I watched as Erik poked my belly button.

'Well you're pretty cute with your bump.'

'Ass kissing will get you everywhere.' I moved up and kissed him again as he smiled.

'What will literally kissing your ass get me?'

'Probably the same thing metaphorically kissing my ass will do.' He sighed and considered his options.

'Well I'll let you know what I decide later.' I laid down and closed my eyes, but when Erik started poking my side I looked up at him.

'Can I help you?'

'I love you.' I couldn't be annoyed at him so I kissed his knee and smiled.

'I love you too. I'm gonna nap now.' I took a deep breath, taking in the beach. The sound of the waves, the smell, the cool feeling mixed with the sun hitting your skin and the wind. The beach was a ball of contradictions, yet it was one of the most beautiful and relaxing places a person could be.

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I opened my eyes and immediately looked to my left, and Erik was asleep next to me. I sat up on my elbows and looked down at the waves as they crashed against themselves. I looked to the right where the crowds were, Erik and I had gone down to the area where there wasn't much sand to do anything besides lay there which was problematic for families with kids so there was only us, a couple other people and a dog who was napping next to their owners chair while they napped as well. We were in the napping section obviously. 'Are you alright?' I looked down at Erik and he was in the same position as before, so I assumed he was just relaxing.

'Yeah I'm fine. Did you fall asleep?'

'Nah. I've just been relaxing and listening to the ocean. The chick next to us has hep c apparently. I don't think she does since she was practically screaming it, but I guess it could have been someone she had sex with or dated and they gave it to her.' I looked over at the redhead and she was nose deep into her book.

'Huh. The things you learn from eavesdropping.'

'Oh I know right?' I smiled when he finally opened his eyes, and he immediately squinted. I took my sunglasses off and slipped them onto his face. 'Sunglasses aren't my thing.' He took them off and tried putting them back on me, but ended up stabbing me in the eye making us laugh while I rubbed my eye and took the lethal weapon from him. 'I am so sorry.'

'It's fine, really. I enjoy being stabbed in the eye. It really makes me tingly inside.' I slipped my sunglasses back on finally, and found myself looking at Erik's stomach from the corner of my eye more than the ocean in front of me. Watching him do push ups, crunches and other weird things every morning was really a beautiful sight, and I never wanted to see anything else. 'God you're beautiful.' I finally looked at him and he smirked.

'Look me in the eyes and say it.' I moved to on top of him and I grabbed his head and bent forward so my forehead was against his.

'You are so fucking beautiful that I am offended on some occasions over how beautiful you are. You know when I'm lying so you better believe me.' He put his hands over my hands, and he pressed his lips against mine. We both smiled as the kiss went on, but unfortunately Erik laid his head back down breaking the kiss off only after seconds of it starting. 'I love you so much.' I rubbed his cheeks with my thumbs, my thumb on his mask not gliding over the material as smoothly as I hoped.

'I love you too. Want to get in the water?' I looked over my shoulder, and the idea of swimming in water I can't see in frightened me more than becoming a mom.

'I'll just look, but if you want to then I'm down to watching you.' I grinned as I moved my hands down to his chest. He put his hands around my wrists and sighed while looking at my chest. 'You and your painfully obvious staring.'

'What am I staring at?' He didn't look up at me, but he started smiling which meant he was doing it on purpose.

'My chest ornaments.' That got him to look up at me, and just as he was about to make a comment my phone started ringing. I pulled my phone from my purse and answered the phone when it was Anne. 'Hello?'

'Hi sweetheart, I just wanted to call you and tell you that you have a package in the mail that I physically cannot carry or pick up, so you'll have to get Erik to get it.'

'Where's it from?' I hoped New York, because that would mean my one hundred and fifty playbills I bought finally arrived.

'New York. What is it?'

'Playbills. Like a lot of them.' I started pulling at Erik's chest hair.

'Oh! Alright then, well enjoy your vacation and the wedding. Love you, bye.'

'Love you too.' I hung the phone up and put it back in my purse. I signed and ran my hands up to his neck. 'So I think it's gonna be a girl.'

'Why's that?' He put his hands on my stomach and I covered his with mine.

'Well the bump is higher than Sam's was when she was pregnant with Korben, my hair is dry, I'm craving sweets all the time, my heart beat is crazy fast, my bad morning sickness, and all of that I read are signs of having a girl.'

'Well we'll find out on the sex on the fourth so we'll see if you're right then.'

'Hopefully, but it might be later.' I moved off his chest so I could cuddle up next to him and watch the waves while he played with my hair.