Chapter 12

The next morning, Bobby felt better. Actually she was starving. Riddick was still asleep next to her so she quietly got off the bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. But when she got out, she vomited again but she still was hungry. She brushed her teeth and got dressed, Riddick still asleep.

He must be really under. She thought with a small smile and left the room, going to the mess hall. She ordered a big breakfast and went to her table, starting to eat.

"Somebody's appetite is back with a vengeance." She heard and looked up to see Riddick.

"Oh hell yeah, I'm starving. Get your breakfast and sit." She said and he went to the food creator getting himself some steak and eggs. He sat down across from her and started to eat.

When they were both done they sat there for a little while.

"Looks like you're feeling better." He said and she nodded.

"Yup, I told you that it would pass. You just didn't believe me." Bobby said and he shrugged, smiling.

"Of course not. Why would I believe anything a little..." he stopped, swatting away the balled up napkin she had thrown at his face with a flick of his hand. "Never mind." He said smirking. They stood and left their trays on a small table going back to her room. "I think I should move back to my room, that is of course if you're really are feeling okay." He said and she nodded.

"I'm feeling just about one hundred percent better, a little queasy though. But I'll be fine."

"Okay, this time I actually believe you." Riddick said and they kissed quickly. "Get some rest, you still don't look so good."

"Okay. You gonna stop by later on?"

"Of course." He turned to go.

"Riddick." She said and looked at her, turning back around. "That scar on your stomach. How'd you get it?"

"You mean this one?" he asked grinning and lifted his shirt, showing the pale thick scar going across his abs. "Contract killer got in a lucky shot with a butterfly knife, nearly eviscerated me. I was in the hospital for about two months before I was shipped off to Hubble Bay."

"Ouch." She said with wide eyes and he snorted, letting his shirt fall back into place.

"Rest easy Bobby." Riddick said and turned on his heel, walking down the hall.

Bobby went into her room and got changed back into her pajamas. She laid on her bed, missing Riddick's warmth next to her and started to read, missing when he had read to her. She got back up after a while and got changed into work out clothes, starting to beat on her canvas bag that hung in the corner of her room. After a couple of hours she stopped and wiped the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand.

She went into the bathroom to shower and when she got back out she changed into a new pair of pajamas and listened to Yellowcard on Mp3 player. Wanting something with a little more 'oomph' she switched it to Rob Zombie and bobbed her head along to Living Dead Girl and Dragula. Her door chime went off and she turned her player off, getting up from her bed and going to the door. She opened it, seeing her father.

"Hi." She said suspiciously.

"Hi, may I come in?" he asked and she stepped aside, indicating that he could. He did and she sat down in her chair looking up at him.

"Did you want something?"

"How are you feeling?"

"Better."

"That's good. Listen, about yesterday..."

"I know what you're going to say, you told Riddick and I that if we didn't stay away from each other that he would go back to Butcher Bay. But dad, he was the first one to really notice that I was sick, he took care of me as much as he could. We care a lot about each other, but really we're just friends." Bobby said.

"Just friends?"

"Yes, just friends. Not friends with privileges, just plain ordinary friends." Bobby lied and he nodded.

"Okay, in that case it's alright that he was here. I can't tell you who your friends can be, not that you'd listen. I may be protective, but I'm not psychotic protective."

"Not yet anyways." She said and he laughed falsely.

"Funny." Derek said and she snorted.

"That all?" she asked and he nodded.

"That's all I can here for. Get some rest honey." He said and kissed the top of her head. "Love you."

"Love you too dad." Bobby said and he left.

Damn I'm a good liar. Oh shit. She got off the chair and ran to the bathroom, puking up breakfast. She brushed her teeth afterwards and lay back down on her bed, curling under her covers.

When she woke up her door chime was going off again. Grumbling she got up and opened the door, seeing the messenger outside.

"Yes?" she asked and he held a small folded pad out to her. She took it from him and he left, walking swiftly down the hall. She closed the door and pulled the sides of the pad, expanding it and revealing the screen.

Bobby pulled the stylus out of the slot in the side and touched it to the screen, scrolling down as she read the report that Doc had written about her. She got to the last words and her body went numb. She then uttered the two words that forever changed her life.

"I'm pregnant."