Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon or any of the concept and/or characters. The only characters I do own are Carey and Damien.

Authors Note: If you are offended by stories about gay people, it's best for you not to read this story.

One Last A/N: This chapter will be told in a different perspective. Just a heads up

Chapter Two: Confession #2

I sit in the bathtub, washing away the stench of animal waste. Today was my day to take care of Bessie, our cow. While milking Bessie, she kicked me, and I landed into a pile of her droppings. I know, disgusting. It got all over my clothes, so I have to wash them with extra detergent tonight. I look at the bathroom clock. It is getting late, and I should be getting to bed. I've been keeping this from Damien, but I am pregnant with Kai's child. It happened this past summer, while Kai was in town. We both got drunk and one thing led to another…

I hear the door open, but I'm in no rush to get out of the tub. I am so relaxed that if someone were to try to drown me in here I wouldn't notice. I slowly step out of the tub, so I won't experience déjà vu. I had finished taking a bath one day and when I stood up, I slid, and hit my head on the tub. It was only seconds later that I was being rushed to the hospital. This was when I was about twelve.

I hear the door shut again, so I wrap a towel around me, and head out. Damien is standing in the living room, his eyes shimmering, as if he's about to cry.

"Who was at the door?" I ask. The imaginary wall that was preventing Damien's tears from escaping cracked open, and the tears flooded his face. The next thing I know, Damien is pressed up against me, with his head on my chest.

"Are you okay?" I ask, stupidly. Of course he isn't okay, he's crying on me! Damien lifts his head.

"Doc knows my secret now." He tells me. I sigh, and walk into my bedroom to get dressed. Damien knocks on my door.

"Are you dressed?" he asks. I let him in, and sit him down on the bed with me.

"You know that Doc is obliged to never give away personal information." I reassure him. "He was just curious as to why you'd taken an HIV test. It's all right, he won't tell anyone. Just think, imagine if it was Manna who found out. It'd be all over town!" Uh-oh. That was the wrong thing to say.

"Do you think that'll happen?" he asks. I try not to roll my eyes in front of him.

"Of course not." I reply. "I was trying to make you feel better."

Damien smiles and gives me a hug.

"Damien, there's something I need to tell you." I say. My heart is pounding. Damien deserves to know he's going to have a nephew or a niece. His eyes light up and he replies,

"Yes?" I can't think of how to tell him.

"You know Kai, the guy that comes around every summer?" I say. He nods in agreement. "Well, this past summer, we went and got drunk… and one thing led to another and… you know…"

"You…"

"Yes… and I'm…"

"Pregnant?" he blurts out.

"Yes." I say quickly, and turn my face in the other direction, facing downward. "Let's go to bed. We can discuss it in the morning."

I wake up and there is something beside my bed. It is a package of diapers, a box of baby wipes, and a diaper bag. I smile, because I know that Damien has accepted the fact. I walk into the living room, hoping to find him, but instead I find the father of my child, Kai.

"It's about time you woke up." He says. "I've been sitting here for hours."

"Kai, what're you doing here? It's winter." I say.

"I figured I'd come see the mother of my baby. Do you know its gender yet?" he asks.

"Not yet." I reply. "That's sweet of you."

"The gifts or the thought?" Kai asks.

"Both." I reply, with a smile. I sit down, and cuddle next to him. It's extremely cold, so we keep getting closer and closer. Soon, we are kissing.

"I love you, Kai." I say, unbuttoning his shirt. I know this is wrong, because this is how my pregnancy began, but it just feels so right.

"What the hell is this?" I hear a familiar voice cry as I plant a kiss on Kai's chest. Without looking, I know exactly who it is. Damien.