The sound of her vomiting had become all too familiar to Dipper now. It seemed that every night and morning for the past four months had been nothing but her loud retches and heaves. But he was in no place to complain. After all, he wasn't the one puking every day. He wasn't the one baring a child.

But he was the one who had to help her. So he pulled himself out of bed and walked downstairs towards the bathroom, spotting his twin sister sitting next to the toilet, resting her head in her hand. It pained him to see her like this, and not just when she was sprawled out on the bathroom floor. No, he hated seeing her so unlike herself. She hadn't been the same since the incident, and Dipper feared she never would be.

He walked over and sat next to her, gently rubbing her shoulders in a soothing manner. It was always the same routine; she would throw up for a few minutes, he would come in and try to comfort her, they would sit in silence then say something to lighten the mood, then they would either go back to bed or stay up to watch a movie. But tonight, Dipper could see it in her face that it wasn't going to end with them laughing at a movie character making a dumb mistake.

"You okay?" He asked, although he knew the real answer to that basic question.

Mabel heaved and shook her head, leaning over to let out another spew. Dipper quickly held her hair to prevent any strands from falling over her shoulders, lightly patting her back with his free hand. "It's okay, it's okay." He assured her softly, knowing she was beginning to cry. She did it often, not just when throwing up, but anytime her mind trailed back to the reason behind all this.

She eventually stopped and sat back against the tub, breathing heavily and wiping her mouth. "I hate this." She said in a low, heavy tone. Her hands subconsciously rubbed her stomach, feeling how it was slowly beginning to grow. She wasn't showing much, but she'd definitely gained some weight the past four months, and she would need to buy maternity clothes soon.

"I know." Dipper frowned, wrapping his arm around her. "But you're not alone, okay? I'm here."

Mabel gave him a weak but grateful smile, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I know." She sighed, "Thank you for not leaving me behind."

Dipper didn't need to ask, he knew exactly what she meant by that. She'd said it over a hundred times ever since she was kicked out of their home two months ago. After her parents found out that she was pregnant, they were too furious to even believe that it wasn't her fault. They wouldn't even listen to her explanation, they just told her to leave and to never come back.

But Dipper wouldn't let her go through this alone, he'd never abandon her the way their parents did. He decided that if she wasn't welcome in that house, then neither was he. They walked out together and never looked back.

Thankfully, they had somewhere in Gravity Falls, Oregon to stay.

"You know I would never." He said, pulling her into a hug.

Mabel smiled and sniffled, wiping her face, telling herself not to cry. But it was pointless, she cried so often now that she barely noticed anymore. It just happened at random times, especially when she thought back to the horrific memories that brought her into this mess. But she didn't dare speak about it to anyone except Dipper. He was the only one who knew the truth, and she intended to keep it that way.

"Let's go to bed." She said after a moment of silence, lifting her head up.

Dipper nodded, "Can you stand on your own?"

"I'm fine." She shrugged.

Even so, Dipper felt the urge to help her up anyway. Once they were both on their feet, they walked back upstairs to the attic together, then dispersed to their separate beds on the opposite sides of the room. "Goodnight, Dipper." She said as she crawled into bed, shifting into a comfortable position—which was difficult now that she couldn't lay on her stomach.

"Goodnight, Mabel." He smiled at her before turning off the lamp, leaving them both in the darkness of the room.

Mabel sighed, staring over at him for the longest time. Even when she was sure he was asleep, she didn't feel like looking away. Knowing that he was in the room with her helped her sleep, it made her feel safe, which was hard for her to feel these days.