This chapter was so hard to write, but I did it anyway. It's Marron's day. Thanks to my reviewers, I love you all.

Through the next month and a half, I tried and tried to make the most amazing time for 'Ten and I. I knew the due date was drawing closer and closer, and I didn't have enough time to screw around and think of exactly what to say. The truth was enough for him to handle.

So I made as pleasant an environment as possible for us to live in. I couldn't sacrifice anything.

I'll never forget the day in February when I woke up and told myself I would do it. I told myself I would tell 'Ten the truth. But I wanted one more day.

I made the most of that day. We spent it on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket looking out the window at the rain and talking. We talked about everything from the past to the future, and the things in between.

That was one of the best rainy days I'd had in a long time, and when dinner was over and we had cleaned up the dishes, my stomach started churning and I'd wished I hadn't eaten so much.

I watched Goten intently as he dried the dishes. Just the way he was so gentle with each dish, holding it so carefully as he wiped the towel over it. And that made me wonder if that was what he would be like with our child. I have no idea why, but it did.

When the kitchen was clean and the rain fell down through the night sky, I locked myself in the bathroom for a moment. I splashed cold water in my face and stared at my reflection in the mirror. What exactly was I going to do? This would be a whole lot easier if I didn't love him so much, I thought to myself bitterly. Well, Ronnie, it was now or never.

Taking a deep breath and mustering up all the strength I had inside my pregnant body, I left the bathroom and sat back down in the living room.

"Goten, I need to tell you something very important. About the baby," I started, ignoring the tears that were threatening to form in the back of my eyes.

"What's up babe?" he asked as he set down his glass of soda.

I took in a deep breath and ran my hands through my hair. "Do you--- do you know how much I love you?"

He smirked. "You've made it known a few times."

"Don't make a joke about this, please Goten. I love you so much, it hurts. If I were to be without you, I would die. You are the most amazing person I know, and you have so much love in your heart." I started crying.

Goten put his arm around me. "Marron, what's going on? Is everything okay?"

"I don't want to hurt you for anything in this universe. But I've been keeping this from you for so long, and I can't stand it anymore. Do you remember that weekend over the summer when we had Pan for the weekend, and Bra and Trunks ended up spending the night? The next day, when I woke up, Trunks was already awake, and I went to go look for him. He was on the balcony off of our bedroom, and when I went to go say good morning to him, he said some things and then he-- he kissed me."

"He what?" Goten spat. "What the hell was he thinking? Why did you wait so long to tell me this?"

"Stop. Let me finish, Goten, please." I wiped a stubborn tear from my cheek. "About two or three weeks later, when I said I had some errands to run, I went over to Trunks' apartment. We talked for a minute or two, and then we… I… he… we slept together," I choked out, now fully crying.

Goten stared at me in disbelief. "What… I don't understand."

I buried my face in my hands and started sobbing uncontrollably.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me, Marron. Why the fuck would you do something like that? That's not my Marron." His voice would switch on and off from a yell to a normal tone to a shaky stutter. "How…" his voice trailed off and I looked up to see tears in his eyes. "Why?"

"I don't know, Goten. But there's more."

"There's more?! Fuck this Marron! I don't want to sit here and listen to you tell me how you had sex with Trunks!" he yelled.

I wanted to wrap my arms around him and cry, but every time I would try and lift my hands up, the tears in his eyes would make mine fall even harder, and I didn't think I had the energy to hug him. "The baby… Kira, or Aria, or whatever we're naming her… she might not be yours," I whispered.

He broke down and started sobbing. The last time I had seen Goten cry, he was seven. "The baby? How could you let me believe I was going to be a father, and let me say all those things, and then you sit here and take it all back? Why would you do that to me?"

"I wasn't thinking… I didn't know what I was thinking, and when it was all over, all I could think about how I had let you down, and how I had been so awful to you. Even at the wedding---"

"The wedding!" he cut me off. "I married you and you had done that to me? How in the world could you let me marry you?"

"I tried to tell you, but it was so hard, and I love you so much, and I didn't know what to do, Goten, I swear! I would give my life not to hurt you at all, but I didn't know what I was doing!"

He stood up and I froze over with fear. "I have to get out of here."

My worst nightmare was becoming reality. "No, please Goten, don't leave me, please," I begged.

"Maybe you should have thought of that before you slept with Trunks," he said bitterly.

I stood up. "I'm seven months pregnant Goten! You're just going to leave me here? What about when she's born? What are you going to do?"

"Why don't we cross that bridge when we come to it, Marron," he said softly as he walked out the door and shut it behind him.

I started one of those sobs that shake your whole body, and you can't breathe, but you have to cry, but you don't have the energy. And I didn't know what to do.

When you don't know what to do, you tend to call your parents.

Somehow, I made my way to the phone and shakily dialed out my parents' number.

Daddy answered and recognized my sobs right away. "What's wrong Marron? Is everyone okay?"

"I need you to come pick me up Daddy, please. I'll tell you everything then, I just can't stay here tonight."

I hung up the phone and buried my face in my hands. So much for telling the truth. Who knew how long Goten would be gone. And I was seven months pregnant for Dende's sake! I managed to pack some clothes and set some of my stuff in a bag before Mom and Daddy landed their air car in the parking lot.

"Are you okay firefly?" Daddy asked as I stepped into the car.

I wiped a tear from my eye. "It's a long story." I drew in a deep breath and told them my story.

Daddy's eyes got wider each time one of my secrets popped out, and Mom already knew, so she wasn't as surprised. But one fact surprised even her.

"He left you? Seven months pregnant?" she asked incredulously, also known as slightly surprised.

They took me back to Kame House and sat with me in my old room, staring out at the rain hit the ocean and saying sweet little comforting things. But I couldn't stop crying.

"Marron, this isn't good for you. You have to calm down. Too much stress with hurt the baby," Mom warned.

"Yeah, your mother's right Mar, just try and relax. Why don't you get some sleep? I think that'll do you some good," Daddy suggested.

I looked at him like I did when I was a little girl and sniffed. "You won't leave me, will you Daddy?"

Mom opened her mouth to say something, but Daddy shot her a glance. "Of course not Marron. Just try and stop crying and get some rest. This baby can't afford to have so much stress put onto it."

I nodded before snuggling into the bed and closing my eyes. But every time I tried to fall asleep, a crying Goten flashed in front of me, and I heard his cracking voice over and over. It was a good three hours before I fell asleep.