Author's Note: Hey all! I'm back! Sorry it took me so long to update, but I went to Cali for a week and I've just been really busy. My dance that my friend and I made up is going to be performed in my concert by yours truly! *does the happy dance* But I hope everyone enjoys the chapter!

December 6th

I woke up sick again today.  I've been sick for the past two weeks; I think I have either mono or the flu. Either way, I think I've thrown up more than my weight in sprite and plain toast (that's what my dad used to make me eat when I was sick as a little kid).

I've only gone to school a few days since Trunks was here, and I somehow managed to avoid Day. I don't think I can see him; I think I'm actually afraid of him. How sad is that?

On the subject of Trunks... Jeez, where to start? Well, I suppose he wants to come back out here next weekend to see me. Only thing is, is that I know I'll want to fool around again. And I doubt he'll be against the idea.

I still can't believe we did 'the nasty' as Pan would have called it. Moreover, I can't bring myself to say it out loud: I slept with my childhood best friend.

I can't help but shudder: it sounds too cliché.

Somehow, I dragged my carcass out of bed and into the shower (after a brief meeting with the porcelain god). Eventually, I was dressed and had rid my mouth of any traces of halitosis.

I wandered into the kitchen and was about to drink some more of that nasty red Gatorade shit when my mum walked into the room and looked at me all weird.

"I made a doctor's appointment for you today. You prolly just have mono, but this way you can get some medication."

I raised an eyebrow. Was my mum actually acting like a mum?

Stand back, I may go into shock.

After feeling my mum's forehead for any traces of fever, I made my way up to my room and called Pan-chan so I would have someone to go with me to the doctor's office.

I'm deathly afraid of doctors, much to my dismay. Pan-chan has always been my escort to the place where they dress in all white and put (shudder) needles into my poor little arm.

So after about two hours before my appointment, an hour in the car on the way to the office and an hour and a half in the waiting room, I was finally in the creepy little white room. And what was I doing? You guessed it: waiting. Waiting to hear the doctor tell me not to kiss any more boys because I got mono.

"So are ya scared?" Pan smirked. She loves making me nervous. Some best friend, huh?

I was about to punch her when the creepy man in the white jacket walked in with his creepy little smile.

"Miss Chestnut?" He looked from me to Pan.

"That's me." I stood reluctantly and the tests began.

When I got home, there was a message on my voice mail from Trunks. "Hey Mazzie. I was just calling to see what's up. I'm heading out there right now, so if you're not home... uhhh, then I don't know. But I should be there by about five tonight. See ya soon!"

Why does he hafta just drop by? Isn't he a president of a major company or something? Because I sure don't remember Bulma letting him leave whenever.

Pan had stayed over at my house for about an hour before Trunks` convertible pulled into my driveway. As he walked up to the door, Pan opened it and left, giving him a knowing look and a mischievous smile at the same time.

"Hey," he smirked at me and pulled me into a warm hug. He smelt like Nautica (my favorite) and his skin was smooth against my own.

"Hey there, trouble." He kissed my cheek and tightened the hug.

"Is your mum home?"  He almost whispered.

Yeah, I know what he had in mind.

"No, she went out on a 'date'." I smirked as we slowly backed into my house. Once inside, I saw my fat black cat run down the hallway.

Wait a minute... when did Trunks and I become an item? Because I would really like to know. Last time I checked, we were distant friends... then we were doing the nasty on my couch... and now we were making out by my front door.

Boys suck.

Nevertheless, jeez, he was good at it. I don't think any guy has ever made me feel this important during the whole sex spiel. He was a giver, I'll tell you that.

He picked me up in his arms, all wedding-style, and carried me down the hall to my room. I'm guessing he either guessed lucky or remembered because there are three rooms at the end of the hall.

He set me down on my bed and climbed on top of me. I couldn't do it though.

"Trunks, I need to talk to you." I sat up a little, pushing him up with me.

He kissed my neck gently. "No Marron, I'm not using you. I wouldn't drive for six hours to sleep with someone and have it end with that."

That was good to know, but not what I needed to say. "No, Trunks. Look at me."

He raised his cornflower eyes at gazed at me. God he has the most gorgeous bedroom eyes. Ok, Marron, it's now or never. And I knew if I didn't tell him now, I never would.

"Trunks..." I bit my lip. This was it; all or nothing. "I'm pregnant."

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A/N: Ok, I'm sure everyone saw that coming a mile away, but I'm not done yet! *grins evilly*. Other than that, I hope everyone enjoyed the chappy! Please please review because it really does motivate me to update faster (and you all know I need all the motivation I can get! ^_~ ) Until next time!