The next few weeks went by, and Magenta followed the same morning routine day in and day out. She would stand in front of the mirror, look at herself, and then turn to Columbia who would nod in approval.
"So, have you decided to tell Riff Raff yet?" asked Columbia one morning.
Magenta stared at the floor and whispered, "I don't know."
"When you're ready," said Columbia trying to avoid the inevitable morning crying session.
Magenta looked out the window and saw the sun beginning to rise. She tied her apron, hugged Columbia and left the room. While Magenta was slaving over the stove, Columbia made her way to where Riff Raff was working.
"Riffy, you need to talk to Magenta. She's got a lot on her mind right now, and I think it would help her very much if you talked to her. It's very important, she's just too afraid to come out and tell you."
"You know what's wrong with my sister?" questioned Riff. Columbia nodded. "What is it? Is she sick? Did the master hurt her?" Riff asked with pleading eyes.
"It has nothing to do with Frankie," answered Columbia, "It's something between you and Magenta."
Riff stepped into the kitchen to the sight of his sister vomiting into the sink. Suddenly Frank's voice boomed throughout the house, "Magenta where is my breakfast?!"
Magenta shuddered at the sound of the voice, but immediately loaded the tray with plates of food, and ran up the stairs. Riff followed closely behind his sister, wanting to keep her in sight. He watched as Magenta entered Frank's bedroom.
"Good morning Master," she said as she placed the tray on the bed.
"Ah, I see we were finally able to make it up here," stated Frank with a hint of sarcasm.
"I'm sorry Master, I was having some trouble with the..."
Magenta was interrupted by a sting from Frank's whip. She turned to run but felt two more stings before making it out the door where she fell into Riff's arms. Riff held his frail sister as though he would never let go.
Magenta sat quietly as Riff gathered the solutions to clean her wounds. As Riff approached her, Magenta stood up and took one of his hands in hers.
"Riff Raff," she whispered as she placed his hand on her stomach. Instantly, he knew what Magenta was trying to say.
"Oh Magenta, my beautiful sister," he said taking Magenta into his arms, "This is such wonderful news." Magenta buried her head into Riff's chest and smiled.
Within minutes, Magenta lay in Riff's bed wearing nothing but her bra and underwear as Riff lay next to her, staring at the invisible bump. He gently traced his fingers around her bellybutton as Magenta ran her fingers through his hair. Magenta looked into her brother's eyes and felt a feeling she hadn't felt for so long. She was truly happy. Those emotions were quickly diminished by someone bursting through the door.