I didn't plan to have this up so soon. Given the holiday season and the content of this chapter I didn't think it was emotionally appropriate. But it was done, and I didn't want to keep you waiting too long.

The next two chapters are going to be taking place out of order…. But it'll make sense why once you read. Italics are flashbacks and please pay attention to when they do and don't appear.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Cindy's POV

"So how long do we have to wait?" Jimmy asked from where he was sitting on the floor.

"It says three minutes," I replied solemnly as I joined him on the cold bathroom tile.

He immediately reached for my hand but for a few seconds, neither one of us said anything.

"Oh, God," I breathed as I looked straight ahead at Jimmy's towel rack. "I can't believe this is happening," I finished with panic in my voice.

"It's fine," he squeezed my hand and turned to me. "It's going to be okay."

I opened my eyes.

It was lush. And green. It looked exactly the same as we left it. At first, I wondered if it even was the same place and not just a hologram or some sort of replicate.

But I just knew that it wasn't. We were here. Really.

The island.

"How….?" I trailed off while looking at our surroundings, not being able to finish my question.

"It wasn't easy," he started to explain. "I had to find the old hard drive from before I did all the upgrades to the hovercar and then go back far enough to find the coordinates. Luckily, they were saved even though we hadn't planned to land here…. What do you think?"

At that, I turned to him and threw my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

"How could I have been so stupid?"

"It's not your fault Cindy. You were just… momentarily distracted. It could have happened to anyone."

"But this! Something like this…." I put my face in my hands. "It's not like I accidentally locked myself out of my car. I…." The sobs were uncontrollable then and Jimmy pulled me closer and in a tight embrace.

I don't know when and how he did it, but there was a new treehouse built. It was similar to the ones we -primarily Jimmy- made on our first visit except there was only one. And only one was needed.

I had so many questions, all of them starting with "when" or "how". He's had so much going on lately. And how long he had been planning to do all this?

Like our original treehouses, it was essentially just a place to provide shelter and a place to sleep. We were only staying for a couple of days after all. Internally it looked, in many ways, like the master bedroom of a suite in one of those pricey beach resorts. The exception being that we were unprecedently left entirely alone. No one else but us on the island where we had once made so many memories.

Not wanting to ruin his shirt, I sat back up and ran my hand through my hair, trying to calm down.

"Are you sure you… did it right?" Jimmy gestured to the toilet as if I didn't already know what he meant.

"You pee on a stick and wait a few minutes. You don't need to have your IQ to figure it out," I snapped.

"I meant-" he started and didn't seem to get upset by my tone, "are you sure about when you should have taken it or whatever? Maybe you're doing it too early?"

"It's been a month since the trip and my period is late. I don't have any other symptoms but…we need to be sure, you know?"

"Yeah," he reached for my hand again. "I know."

Clutching onto his hair, I felt his fingers running along the lace of my underwear and shortly after, slipped them underneath. I released a muffled moan as he pushed one of his fingers into me. A couple of strokes later caused him to put in another one.

At that, he began kissing a line down my chest, pausing to focus a bit on each one of my breasts. He worked on removing my panties as his kisses got lower and I quickly found myself kicking them away.

"Fuck…. Yeah."

I felt him go over all the spots I like. Not wanting to get ahead of myself, I didn't guide him, since he knew -he always knew- exactly what to do.

"Cin…." He spoke softly. "You taste so good…" Knowing what that kind of talk does to me, I gripped the comforter.

Licks and soft kisses followed and I threw my head back while letting out a much-too-eager cry. It was all, for probably many reasons, too intense, too quickly. His tongue touching my bundle of nerves and adding a light suction to it is what ended up sending me over the edge.

"Ohh! God…!" Not a second passed before he came back up to kiss me and I was able to taste myself.

"Would you marry me?" I spoke with my voice tense yet confident. "If it's… you know?"

I had been thinking of asking him for some time now. I guess, internally, I knew this would someday be a concern. After all, one case of bad luck is all it takes, regardless of how safe you're being.

Back when we were just screwing each other with no feelings, if it had happened, as much as I hate to say it, I wouldn't have expected much for him. I didn't like to think about that possibility at all though, which resulted in me being the most cautious I've ever been. I refused to have sex with him without protection, the pull-out method not being an option. Having always been very conscience of my cycle, I knew exactly which days would be more secure than others. And fortunately, he always took 'no' for an answer.

When we started dating, however, it was a different story. I didn't let up on how safe we were going to be, although me being on the pill helped tremendously with that. I did know, that if it were to happen, I could count on him. To be there. For us.

But I never told him any of that.

"Do-," he started but I could already hear the uncertainty in his tone. "Do you really think that would be necessary?" I narrowed my eyes at him, and he took it as a chance to speak before I could. "I just meant… well… we wouldn't have to get married."

"You'd be the father of my child. Of course we'd have to get married," I explained like there was no other solution.

"That's a pretty twentieth century way of thinking, don't you agree?" I blinked at him.

"So what would be your plan then? If you don't want to marry me?"

"I didn't say-." He paused, knowing better than to start an argument right now. "We would just… have to get jobs. Move back here, I guess."

"'Back here?' What about school?"

"Do you really think you'd be able to focus on school when you have a human growing inside of you?"

"What, you think I wouldn't be able to do it?"

"That's not what I'm saying Cindy! Wha- why do you keep turning my words on me?"

"And what would you expect? For us to live here?" I gestured around us, ignoring his question. "In the lab, maybe?"

"Best. Anniversary. Ever." I said with a wide smile despite being completely out of breath after so many rounds. We've been here long enough that the sun was already starting to set.

"Glad you think so." Jimmy turned to me and grinned.

"I don't know how you do it, but you manage to surprise me every time." I spoke as I moved in closer to him.

"You're worth it. Every bit." He leaned in to kiss me just as a familiar beeping sound erupted from my phone across the room.

"Who is calling you right now?" Jimmy groaned as I got up out of bed to answer it. "Don't they know you're on vacation?"

"It's not a call. It's an alarm. For my pill." I explained as I unzipped my bag and shut the sound off. I moved my hand around, reaching for the pocket where I usually store the pills for an overnight trip. I couldn't feel it so I searched in one of the sleeves instead.

Unable to find it, I looked in the mesh pockets on the sides of my bag where all I found was a packet of gum. Still looking frantically, I spoke my fear out loud.

"It's not here." Not giving up, I started removing the contents of my bag deciding to do a more through hunt.

"What do you mean?" I heard Jimmy across the way, not sounding nearly as concerned as I was.

"My birth control. It's- it's not here."

"What? No. It has to be." I felt Jimmy walk up behind me. By then, I had taken everything out and shook my bag upside down to get every little thing out. "You sure you didn't bring another bag…?"

"I-I had it in my hand yesterday. I was going to take it last night and then pack it. But then-." I stood frozen to my spot as I remembered.

"What, Cindy? What is it?"

"My mom- she called me to go downstairs and I didn't take the pill. I went to bed without taking it and forgot to pack it. It- it's sitting on my dresser at h- oh my God," I ended with a sob as I realized what had happened. Jimmy rushed to embrace me as he noticed it too.

"I don't really know what we would do. I've honestly never given it a thought." I scoffed. "But I don't get why you're so angry with me." He turned to me defensively. "I'm not the one that forgot your birth control!"

"You don't think I feel bad enough for that?!" I nearly shouted. "I- we were always so careful! And now-."

Before I could finish my statement, my phone, which was placed on the floor between Jimmy and I, beeped continuously, indicating the end of the three-minute wait.

"It's okay. Cin, it's okay." He held me tightly, running his fingers through my hair in consolation. It was a position we had been in for a few minutes. "Do you want to leave? We'll go right now if you want."

"I-I don't know," I started with a shudder. "I don't want to leave all this. You planned it out so nicely. But I just, I can't be okay knowing that I don't have it and that I've already missed a couple of doses, especially because it's a new pack." He looked at me sympathetically but with a slight fear in his eyes. I thought it over for a couple of more seconds. "Let's- let's just try to stay and enjoy our weekend together." Even though our predicament is my fault, I didn't want it to ruin our entire trip.

"Are you sure?" I could tell by his tone he was surprised I was making that decision.

"Yes, I'll-I'll be fine. I'll let you know if I want to go back."

So we gave that idea a shot.

But because I couldn't let go of it and hated how much it loomed over my head, I asked if we could go back home earlier than planned. We were loading up the hovercar and in the air by early afternoon the next day.

Instead of picking up the thin white plastic right away, I held up the box in came in from the bathroom counter.

"Two lines, yes. One line, no. Two lines, yes. One line, no." I recited the instructions I read earlier as if it was a chant. Like if I said it repeatedly, I could get the result that I wanted. Jimmy warily looked at me and I could tell he didn't know what to say. "Can you read it too?" I asked. "I just want to make sure I'm reading it right."

"Yeah," he replied as he took the box from my shaking hands. "'Two lines will appear on a positive result. One line will appear on a negative result,'" he read out loud directly from the instructions.

I nodded, knowing that I hadn't misread it in all my paranoia.

Closing my eyes, I took the test carefully in my hand. With a deep breath, I opened my eyes and looked down to it.

And there was one line.

WHOA. That ended up being a lot more dramatic than I envisioned when I was planning it out. Take a deep breath guys, because we're in the clear. Seriously, we are.

The next chapter will feature the actual anniversary trip in Jimmy's POV, meaning we are going to go backwards a month. It seems weird to have it out of order, but I think having it this way will give both chapters some depth, especially because we know the outcome of the trip first. Hopefully, it pans out like that though. Thank you all so much for reading and please review! Follow me on Twitter (D13Tribute) if you can and also…. have a very happy new year!