Quistis Trepe sat at her dining room table, trying to grade exams she had given the day before. Her morning sickness, however, would not allow her do to so, and she was erupted constanty by fits of nausea.

"I don't know who came up with the name 'morning sicknes' anyway. I'm sick all the damn time." she muttered to herself as she emerged from her bathroom once more.

As she sat back down and looked at more test papers, she heard a knock on her door. She let out a heavy sigh as she put the papers back down on the table. She wasn't really in the mood for company. Her eyes widened in fear. She thought back to the last time someone had visited her. Only a week before had, someone had tried to kill her to prevent her from having the child.

A third knock. She stood up and gripped the back of the chair.

"Quistis? Are you there? It's me, Irvine. I decided to keep good on the promise I made you, I came back..."

Her eyes widened as her hands flew to her stomach. Her mind raced, trying to figure out something to tell him. Someway to explain her condition.

"Um..I'll be right there." She said. She brushed a stray lock of reddish-blonde hair off her face, before going to door to answer it.

She opened the door, but only a crack. She was beginning to show and didn't want Irvine to see.

"Hi, I came back."

"I...I see that."

"Can I come in, or is now a bad time?"

Quisits paused, trying to think of something to telll him.

iYou might as well get it over with and let him know. He'll find out anyway, won't he?/i a voice in her head told her. It was Siren speaking to her.

She opened the door wider and stepped aside so he could come in. It was then that Irvine noticed something about her. She was pregnant.