Maya's POV

I walked into Topanga's and sat down. I saw three girls at one of the tables looking at a magazine, laughing. Curious, I walked over to their table.

"What's so funny?" I asked. They stopped laughing and looked at me.

"Isn't KC Minkus your sister?" One of the girls asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Why?"

"So your sister's a slut?" Another girl asked. That made me mad. I grabbed her by the shirt.

"Say that again, and you'll get a black eye," I told that girl.

"Woah, calm down," the first girl said. "She was just asking."

"Yeah, apparently she's having an affair," the third girl said.

"What?" I asked. "What are you talking about?"

"See for yourself," the first girl said, handing me the magazine.

I looked at it. The title of the article said New 'Liberty' artist getting cozy with her producer? The article was claiming that she was cheating on Farkle with her producer, named Richard. Last I heard her producer was named Chase. The article said she most likely swapped out producers because Chase didn't satisfy her. I couldn't read anymore. It made me angry.

"This is garbage!" I told them. "If you believe this, you're an idiot!" I took the magazine and threw it in the trashcan.

Farkle walked into Topanga's.

"Hey Maya," he said. "I didn't know you were in town. Are Josh and Christian here too?"

"Yeah, they're at Cory and Topanga's."

"Have you heard from KC? She was supposed to video chat with us the other night, but she never called," he said. He suddenly looked confused. I looked behind me and the girls from before were looking at him with sympathy. "Why are you girls looking at me like that?"

"You don't know?" The first girl asked.

"Don't," I told them.

"Your wife is cheating on you with her producer," the girl said.

"What?" He asked.

"Go look in the trash to see for yourself," the second girl said. He started walking towards the trashcan.

"Farkle, don't," I said, but it was too late. He started studying the article. His face fell. All the color left his face. I rushed to his side. "Farkle, it's a tabloid. It's not true." His eyes started filling with tears. "Farkle—"

"She didn't call that night because she was with him," he said like he was realizing something.

"Farkle, listen," I said. "She wouldn't cheat on you. You know that."

"I have to call her," he said.

"Yeah, good idea," I said. "She can explain everything."

He took out his phone and went to the back.

Farkle's POV

"Come on, KC, answer," I said.

"Hey Babe," she answered.

Without thinking I said "How could you?"

"Farkle, I saw the magazine too—" she started, but I cut her off.

"When you didn't call us the other night, you were with him, weren't you?"

"Wait, are you seriously believing that article?"

"Answer the question!" I yelled at her.

"Yes, working on a song! The record label wants to release my album way before they previously said!" She yelled at me. "I can't believe that you'd believe that I'd cheat on you! I love you and I love our children. I wouldn't throw that away!"

"I know," I said. "I'm sorry. It's just hard without you here." I could hear talking in the background.

"I have to go, Farkle," she said. "I'll talk to you later. I love you."

"I love you," she hung up, "too."

I walked back to the front. The girls from before were gone.

`"I heard yelling, what happened?" Maya asked

"We got in an argument," I told her.

"You accused her, didn't you?" I looked down. "Farkle—"

"I know, I'm stupid," I said.

"Farkle," she said, "those magazines are made to deceive people. It's gossip, it's false information."

"I know, Maya," I said. "They were working on a song. The label is pushing up the albums release."

"See, I knew there was a rational reason," she said.

` "When did you become the one that's rational, and when did I become the one that doesn't think things through?" I asked her.

"Maybe when we both fell in love, I don't know," she said. "I have to go, but it was nice seeing you, Fark. Trust your wife."

"Thanks, Maya," I said. I got up to the stage and got ready to play.

Riley's POV

It's about 8pm. I heard a knock at my door. I opened it, it was Farkle.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi, Farkly," I greeted him. I let him come in. "You okay? I saw the article. Why would those idiots post something like that! I mean, who would believe that?!"

"Yeah," he said, rocking on his heals.

"You didn't," I said.

"I did," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Like the biggest idiot in the world, I did."

"Why would you believe something like that?" I asked.

"She didn't video chat with us on Thursday," he said. "That was the day the picture was taken."

"What happened?" I asked. "I take it you talked to her."

"We had an argument and she yelled at me for believing something like that," he said. "It's just hard without her here. It's so different. What if this changes everything too much? What if it ends up ruining us?"

"That's something you need to talk to KC about," I told him.

"I'm just scared, Riley," he said. "We get little time to talk, and she barely video chats anymore, and it just keeps decreasing."

"Express that to her when you can talk," I said. "Could I tell you some good news?"

"Yeah, sure," he said, smiling a little.

"I'm pregnant again," I said, "and it's a boy."

"How far along are you?"

"A little over twenty weeks," I said.

"Have you figured out a name?"

"Yes," I said. "Farkle Jedediah Williams."

"After me?" He asked.

"Duh," I said. "You're the only Farkle I know. And after my grandpa Jedediah."

"I'm glad you get to have another boy," he said.

"Me too," I said. "Where's Aaron and Brooklyn?"

"At my parents'," he said.

"Oh okay," I said.

"I should probably go," he said, standing up from the couch. "I'm going to try to call her tonight."

"Okay, Farkle," I said.

He left.

Author's Note: Please don't say anything about the name. I think it works, and I like it. Hope you liked this Chapter.