A/N: I'm baaaack. Finally. It took me forever to write this chapter, and the next two or three chapters are the most depressing chapters I've ever written in my life. I'm debating whether or not to have a sequel to this sequel. But you have to read the next few chapters to get that.

Chapter 8- I Wanna Be Sedated

Being pregnant sucks. The doctor's appointments, the morning sickness. Yeah, it may be worth it in the long run, but right now, I just want to shoot someone.

I sat next to Craig on the couch of our apartment and say, "This baby is killing me slowly."

"Come on, Deel. At least you're having this baby."

"Oh babe…" I hug him in sympathy. "I'm hungry."

"What do you want?"

"Macaroni and cheese."

"We had macaroni this morning."

"I want it again." Cravings… they suck. "I'm never going to be able to get my figure back."

"You will." Craig picks up the phone and orders pizza.

"He never wanted you. He wants me. He'll come back to me. You'll just destroy him." I hear Ashley say.

"No," I cry out.

"He never loved you. Get away. Run Delia, run." I wake up, shaking and crying.

"Delia?" Craig looks at me. "What's wrong?"

"I have to go." I get up and pull a sweatshirt on and grab my keys and put my flip-flops on.

"Where are you going?"

"Out… I'll be back later." I walk out of our bedroom and out of our apartment.

"Amanda, I'm telling you, she wants him back."

"Delia. I've met Ashley, and she's a perfectly nice girl. Doesn't she have a boyfriend?"

"They broke up two weeks ago."

"Oh. But she knows you two are engaged. She's in your wedding. You and Craig are going to be married next month. Come on, she would never do that."

"How do you know?"

"Because I've dealt with this before. Being eighteen isn't the best, I know. But you've got to take it day by day, honey."

I roll my eyes and tell her I've got to get home and leave.

"Just tell me what happened. Why you left."

"I remembered I needed to talk to Amanda about something." I put my eyeliner down and pick up my green Converse.

"At three thirty in the morning?"

"Yes."

"Oh come on Delia."

"Come on Eileen, oh I swear what he means, at this moment you mean everything to me." I serenade Craig with Dexy's Midnight Runners. He smiles as he grabs his bag. I pick my bag up from the floor and smile at him.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

Everything is fantastic, right?

Little did I know that the next few days would be the worst days of my life.