AN: *TW for mentions of eating disorders and miscarriages.

Title is from the song, My Body Is a Cage by Arcade Fire.
This was not proofread... sorry for the poor grammar.

Also, I may or may not have teared up while writing this one.

Friday- April 17th

Chrissy's POV

"I think I love him, Annie."

"Well, I sure hope you do. You guys just agreed to having this baby together. It would be kind of weird not to, no?" Anna points out, driving them both to school. "Plus, that boy already loves you."

"Really? You really think he loves me?" Chrissy felt her chest tighten at her friend's words.

Anna snorts, "Please! You and Eddie…" A grin pulling on her lips. "I've never seen two people act so oblivious about it yet somehow manage to act like they've been married for years! – And it's only been, what, technically a week ?" She shakes her head and laughs.

Chrissy couldn't stop the smile that made its way to her face, or the heat that was starting in her cheeks and moving down to her chest. It was crazy and terrifying, falling for someone so quickly. That wasn't normal, right?

"Seriously Chris, the way he looks at you, I swear, he worships the very ground you walk on. Like, gag me, please!" Adding to her theatrics, she makes a choking sound and sticks out her tongue. Chrissy swats her shoulder but laughs at the sandy blonde teen.

A few minutes pass as they listen to the radio; Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac gently plays from the speakers.

'Will you ever win? Will you ever win?'

"I don't know why it scares me, he's nothing like Jason." She says in a small voice. Jason and his ugly words had left an open wound on her heart. She knows she shouldn't take his words so seriously, but it was as if he had reached inside her, yanked and pulled out all of her insecurities then threw them in her face.

"Exactly! I know it's easier said than done but please stop stressing over it girl. It's all going to be fine. I promise." Anna reassures her, reaching over with a free hand and holds her trembling one.


Saturday - April 18th

Eddie's POV

The sound of Dio's The Last in Line drifts through the back door from his bedroom inside. The nineteen-year-old takes a drag from his joint, letting his mind wander to a certain strawberry blonde cheerleader. If he were being honest with himself, that's all he had been thinking about for far longer than he's willing to admit.

He lets the smoke drift out of his mouth, and he allows himself to do something he normally did not do; imagine what their life might look like in a year from now. He didn't like to think too far ahead, to dream of the future, for he had learned long ago that most dreams don't come true. Things don't always work out the way you planned them to, but he would allow himself to dream, just this once.

Eddie pictured Chrissy, belly round and swollen with his baby, glowing. Ever since finding out she was pregnant, he liked to imagine what their baby might look like.

Would it be a boy or a girl? Would they have his hair or hers? Would they have her beautiful eyes? God, he hoped they took more after her than him.

He remembers the phone call from yesterday evening.

She had called him shortly after he had dropped her off at home from school. Her voice was panicked, high-pitched and he could hear the sobs she was straining to hold back. Laura Cunningham, that controlling bitch, had found her pamphlets from the doctor appointment and her tests in the trash.

She had begged him to come pick her up, to get her out of that house. He could hear her mom screaming at her and a faint pounding sound, demanding that she unlock her bedroom door. He remembers how he had scrambled around like a mad man trying to find his keys and darting out to his van.

Once he arrived at the Cunningham home, he sat frozen, debating if he should wait for her to come to him or if he should walk up to her front door and knock. He had never done that before, given they had been trying to sneak around her family and neighbors but she needed him and so he chose the latter.

He went to knock on the door when suddenly it swung open, revealing an older man who looked at Eddie in surprise before his eyes turned hard. The man studied Eddie for a few seconds, a stern look on his aging face.

"Um—Hi! Hello sir—"

"Get in here." He orders, stepping back and opening the door wider.

Nodding to himself, Eddie follows behind him, taking in the home as they walk into what he assumes is a formal sitting room.

He's never seen a house as grand as this. High ceilings, a stoned fireplace that's lined with marble, wooden floors that look well maintained and glistening under the fading sunlight, freshly waxed; He gawks at the portraits of fine art that line the walls and he spies a very expensive looking piano tucked away in the corner.

Jesus.

Yelling from upstairs seemed to travel through the house and the slamming of a door shook the walls. His head snapped in the direction of the large staircase as he heard footsteps coming down.

"I expected more from you Chrissy Elizabeth! Guess you can kiss that cheer scholarship and college goodbye."

"Just stop mom, please!" Chrissy's voice wrung through, quivering. She bounded down the stairs and immediately Eddie hurried over to her, meeting her halfway. Her mother was just a few steps behind her, holding a glass of red wine in her shaky hand and the pamphlets in the other.

Chrissy's cheeks were flushed and wet from her tears. He bent forward to cradle her face in his hands and swiped his thumbs under her eyes to dry her tears. She tried to give him a weak smile, her lips trembling.

"Hi baby. I'm here now. I've got you." He whispered.

"You stay away from my daughter! I think you've already done enough here." Laura said firmly, her hand tightening on her glass. Her blue eyes were cold and calculating. Eddie wondered if she could kill him from where he stood with just that look.

Held captive under her murderous glare, he shifted uncomfortably, dropping his hands from Chrissy's face and took a step back.

Laura took a sip from her wine glass to steady her nerves, rolling her shoulders back. "We're going to book you an appointment and get this taken care of."

Eddie knew what her mother meant by 'taken care of' and he felt an ache in his chest, his lungs felt as if someone had squeezed all the air out of him.

"I'm keeping the baby, Mom." Chrissy said, her voice coming out in a whisper. Laura nearly choked on her pinot noir; her glare now aimed towards her daughter.

"Like hell you are, young lady!"

Chrissy took a deep breath, willing herself to hold her mother's icy glare and not back down.

"I am, Mom. We've decided to keep it." She said, stepping in front of him and gripping Eddie's damp hands tightly in hers.

"Chrissy, this isn't something you just decide to do. You're seventeen years old for Christ's sake! You're a baby yourself! You haven't even finished high school yet and I will be damned if you think I'm letting you become some drop out!"

"Mom, please." She pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "I didn't make this decision lightly. I've thought about it, and this is what I want."

"This is what you want?! Oh, you delusional child!" The older woman spat out in disbelief, rolling her eyes.

Chrissy's head dropped; her eyes locked on the shiny wooden floor.

The room was quiet for a long moment. Chrissy finally managed to look back at her mother and saw that her mother's eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

"What about Prom? You and Jason were supposed to go together. Guess you can forget about being prom queen—and your dress, we might as well just get you a bag to wear—"

"Okay, that's enough Laura!" Her father interjected; his booming voice echoed off the walls.

Eddie takes a deep breath before looking back to her, squaring his shoulders. "Look, I'm sorry Mrs. Cunningham. I'm sorry that this happened and yes, it was unexpected and not the best timing but it's not the end of the world. She's not alone in this; I swear I will be here, supporting her every step of the way. You should really do the same, as her parents. She needs support right now, not this!" Eddie's hands wave around dramatically, desperate to hold in his anger. His face feels hot as the room goes quiet again, all eyes on him. There's a ringing in his ears and he can hear his heart thudding away in his chest.

The older woman shook her head, muttering, "Ungrateful girl," before she stormed out of the entryway and disappeared down a hallway.

He felt Chrissy grab his hand again and he turned his head to look at her seeing a small wet smile grace her face. The sound of someone clearing their throat breaks the moment and both teens turn to look behind them.

Her father stood with his arms crossed. He tilted his head towards another room off to the left, "I need to have a word with him, Honey." Silently, Chrissy nodded and released his hands.

"I'll be right back." He muttered softly to her before following her father into the study.

He closed the door behind them and stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, taking in the mahogany wood and cigar smelling office. Framed degrees hang from the walls, signed footballs and baseballs kept in glass cases are displayed on the large bookshelf behind a sleek looking desk. There is an air of authority to the decor.

"Go on, take a seat." The older man insisted, his voice sounding tired. Eddie watched the man sit and lean back in his nice leather chain, hands coming to fold in front of himself, as if preparing for a long meeting.

Eddie's knee bounces fast with nerves and he tries to stop his hands from fidgeting. He feels like he's about to be interviewed and he's speaking with the CEO himself.

"What's your name son?"

"Um— it's Eddie. Eddie Munson, sir—"

"Listen here Eddie, I really admired that little speech you gave out there and how you stood up for my girl but those were just words." He leans forward, placing his elbows on the sleek table, his hands still folded. "I'm a lawyer, I've made it my career to sniff out the liars and call them out on their bullshit. Now, I also happen to believe in allowing others to show me they can keep true to their statements. Do you follow me?" He challenges the metalhead.

Gulping loudly and nodding, he stammers, "Yes— yes, sir. I hear you."

"Excellent. Do you have a plan? A job? I need to know if my baby girl will be taken care of."

Eddie clears his throat before looking him straight in the eyes. "Yes, sir. I do have a job but it's just…temporary work. I plan to get another, to build up more of my savings."

Mr. Cunningham goes silent and studies him. He is stiff as a board under his examination, holding in his breath.

"What if I asked you to marry my daughter? Would you do it, take responsibility?"

For a split second, Eddie stops breathing. His eyes widened. Realizing the man is waiting for an answer, Eddie takes a deep breath and hopes his voice doesn't crack. "Of course! If that's what she wanted– after we graduate– or whenever–" He stammers, speaking with his hands animatedly. Hell, he'd marry her right here, right now, if he could.

"Good answer. You know… I see a lot of my younger self in you." He confesses, a tiny speck of a grin working its way on his mouth.

That is not what Eddie had expected to hear, at all. Chuckling nervously, he asks, "Really?"

"Oh, yes! I know I don't look like it, shit, I probably seem like a stickler now but back in high school I was a bit of a… rebel, myself." A distant look covers his eyes, he smiles to himself before looking back at the teen. "So, you see, I know how teen boys like you think and act, so I just want to, kindly, put the fear of God in you son. If I find out you've hurt my girl, in any way, I WILL give you hell."

Eddie licks his bottom lip, a nervous trait of his that he despises, and stuffs his shaky hands in the pockets of his jacket. "Okay., uh—sir—Mr. Cunningham."

"Call me Phil."

"Yep. Got it."

Her father chuckles at the nervous wreck in front of him. "Don't look so scared boy. I'm not the one you should be afraid of, it's my wife, Laura. She's… she can be a bit much, very strict and hard on Chrissy. She's a bit of a perfectionist and pushes our girl." He draws his lips in a thin line.

"Sorry, not to be blunt sir—Phil! But why do you let her, if you… well, you seem like you don't like it...?" Eddie questions him.

Sighing, the older man responds, "Because, sometimes it's easier to just let them do as they please. You know, 'happy wife, happy life.' but I know I haven't been the best father for Chrissy. Work too damn much. Her mother has put her through a lot over the years and I could have stood up to her more— I should have but I didn't and now she's all grown up. She'll have you now." His light eyes hold Eddie's, a quiet question in them.

Eddie firmly nods, "She will. I can promise you that. Honestly, I'm WELL aware that she can do so much better than me, hell, she's so far out of my league that I'm actually confused why she chose me; what she even sees in me but I'm very thankful. All I want is for her to be happy. Safe and happy."

A small smile curves on Phil's lips and he stands up to walk over to him. He claps a hand on his shoulder. "I like you, Eddie. Much better than that little shit Carver."

Shocked, a short and breathy laugh escapes Eddie's mouth.

A thud from inside shakes him from his thoughts. Killing what's left of the roach and tossing it off to the side, Eddie heads back in.

Sitting crisscrossed on the old carpet, Chrissy is surrounded by notebooks and has laid out all of their notes. Hearing his footsteps, she looks up and grins. "Did you have a good smoke break?"

He bends down to join her and presses a kiss on her forehead with a hum. "I did but do we really have to study right now? It's a Saturday." He groans, causing her to laugh.

"We have to get our grades up if we wanna graduate, sweets! No dropouts here, not on my watch!" She makes a fist with one hand and slams it down into her open palm. She means business; she's determined and fuck, he loves her for it.

He had started doubting himself and his intelligence after failing his senior year a second time, but Chrissy had been diligent with reminding him of how smart he was. Admonishing his self-deprecation whenever he vocalized his doubts in his intelligence. No one else had ever done that.

He had done the same for her, telling her that she could take up space in the world. That her thoughts mattered, and that she shouldn't be afraid to tell people how she felt. She didn't need to be this perfect ideal person to be loved and cherished. He would gladly spend the rest of this lifetime making sure she knew just how special she was.

They had helped one another to believe in themselves in a way no one else had ever bothered to do for them before.

"Okay Ms. Cunningham, will you give me an A, pretty please?" He teases, batting his lashes at her.

"I'm afraid flattery won't work on me young man. You'll just have to study really hard and-" Eddie cuts her off by grabbing her face and capturing her lips in a searing kiss. A low rumble sound, almost like a growl, comes up from his chest as she pulls away. Breathing out a laugh she swats at his chest. "That's not fair!"

"Come on, study first and then we can have some fun later." She says, wiping the corner of her lips.

"Promise?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

She playfully rolls her eyes. "Yes sweets, I promise."


The following morning, an overwhelming wave of nausea pulled Chrissy from her sleep. She quickly untangled herself from the warmth of Eddie's arms and legs. Jumping out of the bed, she darted out of his bedroom to the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

Eddie woke up with a start, the motion of Chrissy moving from the bed pulling him out of a dead sleep. He quickly followed after her, walking towards the bathroom and grabbing the doorknob only to find that it was locked. He heard her retching, and he knocked softly on the door.

"Hey Chris, you okay?" He asked through the plywood door. What a stupid fucking question , he thought to himself. Of course she wasn't alright. She was currently puking her brains out.

There was only silence for a moment before he heard her small voice from the other side of the door.

"I'm okay." She whimpered out.

"Baby, can you unlock the door so I can come in? I wanna make sure you're alright." There was the sound of some shuffling and then the sound of the door unlocking. He turned the knob, opening the bathroom door just as she was moving to sit back down on the floor in front of the toilet.

He moved to sit next to her, bringing a hand up to push her damp sweaty hair away from her face. She turned to look at him, her eyes filled with tears from the force of throwing up.

He sighed as he took in the sight of her. He felt like shit. This was all his fault. He had gotten her into this situation and there was nothing he could do to make her feel any better.

"Tell me what to do, Sunshine." He asked helplessly as he let his eyes roam across her face.

Chrissy just shook her head gently, grabbing some toilet paper to wipe at her mouth. "Not much you can do." She said, turning her eyes towards him.

He felt his heart clench in his chest. It was the same feeling of helplessness he got when she cried. Just like when she had died.

"Do you want me to go check and see if we have any ginger ale or tea?" He asked, cupping her cheek in his hand. Chrissy closed her eyes and leaned into his palm, the cold metal of his rings acting like a balm to her warm face. She nodded against his hand with a soft hum, afraid to speak while she still felt so nauseous.

He leaned in to place a kiss to her forehead and moved to stand.

Exiting the bathroom, he closed the door behind him and made his way to the kitchen. He was not surprised to see Wayne sitting at the small makeshift of a kitchen table, a lit cigarette perched between his lips, reading the paper with his coffee. Hearing him come closer he eyed Eddie intently as he made his way into the kitchen, his eyes following him as he moved.

"Morning." Eddie greeted as he moved to grab a cup and hunt for some sort of tea through the messy kitchen.

"Mornin' son." He mumbled, turning his gaze back to the paper. They were silent for a few minutes as the teen eventually gave up looking for tea and settled for a can of Sprite.

"So, how far along is she?" His uncle asked, his eyes remaining on the paper.

Eddie froze for a beat.

Had he really just asked him that or is he hearing things because he's still half awake? He didn't say anything, and Wayne finally turned to look at him, setting the paper down and grabbing his coffee as he moved in the metal seat to meet his eyes. All Eddie could do was look at him.

Wayne raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to answer.

Eddie leaned his back against the kitchen counter, the heels of his hands resting on the countertop on either side of him. He dropped his head, letting out a long sigh.

"A little over a month…I think." He said looking back up at his uncle.

A smile made its way to his lips and the older man eyed him for a moment longer before shaking his head. "I fuckin' knew it." He muttered under his breath, a laugh shaking his shoulders.

Shocked, Eddie stared at him in stunned silence. "How the fuck did you know she was pregnant?" He asked, his voice hushed.

Wayne chucked, rolling his eyes. "Please. I swear boy, you must really think I'm slow to not catch on." Taking another puff from his cigarette. "So, I guess I wasted my money on those damn condoms for you, huh?"

Heat rose across Eddie's face, turning back around towards the window in the cramped kitchen, feeling incredibly awkward now.

Eddie heard the bathroom door open and heard Chrissy walk down the hall and into the kitchen. She froze in the doorway when she spotted Wayne but quickly played it off, walking over to where Eddie was standing.

"Morning kiddo." Wayne said, a smug grin on his tired face.

"Good morning." Chrissy said, plastering on her best, 'no, I wasn't just throwing up in your bathroom ', face.

Wayne looked at his nephew, a smile stretching across his face before taking another drag of his smoke. "Guess I better start smoking these outside. Heard it's not good for babies."

Eddie groans again, mumbling "For the love of God…" under his breath as Chrissy gasps. He feels her move closer to him, into his side. He wraps an arm around her and gives her his best apologetic smile. "Yeah…He knows."

Chrissy lowers her head and tries to hide further into his side, embarrassed. "Oh God."

"It's alright kid, I'm not gonna give you guys a lecture or anything but have you two talked about what you're going to do?" His kind, soft tone makes her smile and come out of her hiding spot.

Eddie answers before she can. "We're keeping it. Her parents found out yesterday and um… It didn't go so well." His hand rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish look on his face.

"Not surprising. Well, like I said, I'm not going to hound you two about it. Just want to make sure you guys are figuring things out together; being smart." He vouched, stumping out the finished cigarette. "Cheers to the newest little Munson. Let's hope they take more after their mother than their father." He teases with a laugh, lifting his coffee mug, winking at the two blushing teens.


Chrissy's POV

The next two weeks fly by. They keep themselves busy with various activities, such as, studying together, Eddie's band practices, helping Eddie with his next campaign for Hellfire, Chrissy helping the cheer squad plan prom and finding part time jobs.

Eddie had found a music store that was hiring for sales and guitar lessons. The only problem was that the store was two towns away from Hawkins. The drive wouldn't be too bad if traffic was low, and the pay was decent.

Chrissy was looking into an open position at a bookstore that was only a few miles outside of Hawkins.

She had started seeing Ms. Kelly more than her original scheduled appointments, which were once a week to now three times a week. Her random bouts of morning sickness had thrown her off from her tiny successes she had made with her eating habits. The counselor still had no clue that she was pregnant, and she intended to keep it that way for as long as physically possible.

At seven weeks pregnant, her body constantly felt worn down, ready for a nap at any given time. She was always hungry but had no cravings, yet. It didn't matter how much she ate; her stomach was never satisfied.

From the stress and nagging of her overbearing Mother, to the suspicious looks from her school friends, she often felt as if she was drowning; the only source of comfort she had was Eddie, Uncle Wayne, Anna and the gang. They acted as her life vest on some of her worst days. She didn't deserve them but nonetheless, she was thankful.

With prom quickly approaching and still no dress, her anxiety rose. There were times when even her safety nets could not stop the dark thoughts that taunted her. She could hear the echoes of her mother's words, ' You might as well just wear a bag.', and completely lose her appetite.

Protein shakes and fruit were all she could manage most days. Crackers were also nice for when the vile morning sickness curse had its way with her.

Sometimes the gang would meet up and someone would order pizza or suggest going out to eat together and all the while Chrissy would sit still, frozen, staring down at her untouched greasy food. She would pick apart small bites and hope to God that no one would pay her any attention, all the while wondering when and if she could sneak away; find an empty bathroom and–

No. Baby steps. Distract yourself, it helps. She would chant to herself.

She was trying.

Sometimes Max would give her some of her leftovers, wordlessly. The freshman never made any comments on her odd eating habits. She appreciated her kind gestures and how she didn't need to say anything. The two would share a smile and that was that.

Eddie, being as attentive as he is, did notice if she wasn't eating much. He had begun to pack her snacks or ask if she had eaten anything. He had even bought another bottle of the vitamins her doctor had suggested, the same kind that she already had. He had started bringing them to school with him, tucked away in his metal lunch box with the drugs he, so casually, carried around school. On hand, ready for her whenever needed.

With anyone else, she would find this annoying but with him, her chest aches with a longing she now knows what to name and she cradles his face within her hands to shower him with gentle kisses.

Now, she fights those dark thoughts, pushes them away. She works on Ms. Kelly's advice and tries to distract herself when she eats. Her Mother's words become softer and softer until they fade, becoming just empty words. Petty digs. Irrelevant.

Her favorite moments are when Eddie is playing something on his acoustic guitar, a bashful smile on his face when she tells him that she loves it. He plays something sweet and soft, just for her. The dark thoughts vanish as she is lured to sleep by his gentle tune.


Chrissy is dreaming.

She has to be.

The scene in front of her is not one she recognizes but yet it feels familiar, like home.

She gazes in wonder at the lush garden before her. Roses and lilies of all colors surround her. A cool breeze gently moves through the tall trees that tower above her. Off in the distance she sees a lake. Is she at Lover's Lake?

The water twinkles and shines under the beaming sun.

She feels the softest grass below her bare feet. The sunlight peeks out through the fluffy clouds and acts as a spotlight in this gorgeous space. The light shines directly in front of her and squinting, she spots a tall figure with long hair, slowly approaching her.

As the figure comes closer, she sees it is not one but two.

An adult and a small child.

Eddie and a little girl.

The small girl is cradled in his arms. She looks like the age of a toddler. Maybe two or three years old. Chubby little arms reach out for her.

"You want mama?" He asks the child, his voice soft and pitched higher than normal.

The little girl nods frantically, squirming in his hold. Her tiny hands open and close around the air that separates the two, grasping for her. Chrissy slowly reaches for her and holds her close to her chest. Her reddish blonde baby hair is curly, and it tickles her cheek. Tiny hands reach for the golden necklace around her neck, a golden locket.

Looking down at her face she is met with big doe eyes, the color of dark chocolate. A beam of sunlight shines on them, and she watches in awe as the chocolate melts into a golden hue. Specks of green circle the pupil and sparkle.

Something steals her away from the dream.

Her eyes fly open, and she is surrendered by complete darkness. Glancing around she notices she is in her room, Eddie curled up next to her, sleeping soundly with his feet hanging off her full-size bed.

A sharp sudden pain throbs at her side. It feels like a cramp, so she moves her hip and legs to try to ease the pain.

The pain was still there but fading, distant now.

The little girl's face flashed through her mind. Dark brown eyes, so similar to Eddie's. Her hair, little nose and pouty lips are just like her own, but those curls were all Eddie.

Tears prickle at the corners of her eyes and her hand reaches down to feel her still flat stomach. Her heart aches for the little girl. She knows deep in her bones it's their baby and she misses her. She misses her so damn much.

Getting up from her bed, careful not to wake Eddie, she quietly moves out to the hallway and to the bathroom.

Her eyes squint as she flips on the light. She yawns as she wiggles her silk shorts down to her feet. After relieving her bladder, she looks down and her tired eyes see blood.

The sight of the red splotches on her pastel purple underwear startles her and she quickly yanks on the toilet paper, desperate to wipe it off.

Her hands shake as she cleans up the mess. Standing up, her legs wobble slightly, and she places a hand on the wall to steady herself. Her whole body feels numb as she stumbles back down the hallway and into her room.

Choking back sobs she hurries over to Eddie and shakes his arm.

"Eddie? Eddie wake up, please!" She cries, her entire body trembling.

Dark eyes slowly blink, unfocused, still half asleep before focusing on her face. His face scrunches up with worry as he sees her tears and sees her gasping.

"What's going on baby?" His voice is rough from sleep.

Chrissy's voice was caught in her throat when she went to speak, a strangled little sob falling from her lips.

"Baby? Chris, what's wrong?" He asked, voice more urgent and laced with an edge of panic.

"I'm bleeding!" She cried.

"What?" Eddie asked again as he moved to sit up in bed, his voice a little more alert.

"I think— I think I might be losing the baby." Chrissy whispered, hot tears tracking down her face.

Jumping out of the bed, he starts to frantically look for his shoes and keys. "Fuck! Shit. Shit. Shit. Okay, get your shoes on. I'll uh— we gotta go— get you to the emergency room." He stuttered, his eyes wild and terrified.

They both made it down the stairs and out her front door in a flash. Chrissy's hand shook as she struggled to lock the door behind them before Eddie was pulling her to his van.

Her seatbelt wasn't even fastened yet as Eddie sped off down the street. His grip on the wheel was so tight his knuckles were turning white. "Don't worry baby. Everything's gonna be alright, okay?" He soothed, his eyes never leaving the road, fully focused.

Placing a hand against her stomach she cried. "I don't want to lose her. It's all my fault." She sobbed as the Chevy van raced down the deserted streets.

AN: *Runs and hides* Don't hate me, please!

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