I'm really excited to be back, and I wasn't kidding when I said I would *try* to update faster! I want to finish this, I kinda want to see where I take it, LOL! I actually don't have much of a plan, I write it out as I make it up. Editing tends to be pretty intense.

Thanks MarietheJournalist231 for letting me borrow your OC.

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He looked at his reflection on the broken mirror, and for a moment he felt as if he had really shattered too.


Johnny's P.O.V.

"You're pregnant? So we- we're gonna be parents!? This is so exciting!" I exclaimed happily.

"I know! I wonder if it's a boy or girl?" Cheila said dreamily.

"Well, it doesn't matter to me. I'll love our child no matter what." I state.

"I know you will." She purred.

"Well you are going to sit down and relax, don't worry about anything. You can watch that show you like, the one with the, uh, people!" I grin.

"Ok." She laughs.

"So how long are you supposed to be pregnant? Like, before you have the baby?" I question.

"It should be about 3-4 months, but since the baby shares your DNA too, I'm really not sure. Maybe 6 months?" Cheila answers.

"Well then we need to plan a baby shower! And I can get a crib from my old friend!" I exclaim.

"Woah there, calm down. Maybe we should start with calling a few people and letting them know. Could you hand me the phone?" Cheila suggested. I hand her our shared phone, and she dials up her mom. I get shooed away, so I take a look in the paper for job ads. I wanted to surprise her by getting a job to support us, and now we need it more than ever.

I look over the ads- window washer, substitute teacher, McDolphin cashier- but none of them seem like something I would do. Personally, I'd rather be a singer, but I don't think I could make it. Then it hit me- I could work at a radio station! That way, I could surround myself with music, and earn money while doing it! But I had to find a radio station that was hiring, and that would be the hardest part.

"Honey," Cheila whispered, resting her head on my shoulder. "Do what makes you happy. I'm so proud of you, no matter what."

We have a couple of radio stations nearby, but, let's be honest, nobody listens to the 50's channel anymore, and the county channel makes me want to puke. If I wanted to work with my favorite station, I would have to drive half an hour to get there everyday. After I get my driver's license back. I needed that job.

~One Month Later~

I was driving down the road, ready to go to work. I had found a radio station that was hiring, with good music. Cheila's baby bump was more visible now, and she usually stayed home. I couldn't wait to learn the gender, we were going in to see tonight.

7 hours and a pot of office coffee later, I was back in my car, driving home. I pulled into the driveway, and unlocked the door.

"Cheila baby, I'm home!" I sang. No answer. She must've fallen asleep again. I walked into the living room, and spotted a small slip of paper stuck in the couch, and read it.

I have Cheila. If you don't get the deed to the garage back, I will skin her fur. Don't think I won't. You have until sundown tomorrow. I will be waiting on the corner of Main and 4th. Tick tock.

I was filled with dread. My beautiful wife and my unborn child were in trouble, and I was the only one that could help them. I fell into the couch, and started to sob. After a few minutes, I couldn't cry any longer. I wiped the tears from my eyes, and stood up, determined to fix this mess.

I had to track down the otter the garage was sold to. He seemed nice, and I'm sure he would let me buy it back. The money I made from my new job would barely cover the cost, but I need Chelia more than money. She meant the world to me. I will save her.

I sit down with the old laptop, and send an email to the otter. He responds fairly quickly, and I'm thankful for that. He said that if I could pay him everything back that he paid originally. I agreed, knowing it would be a tight squeeze, but that we could pay it off. I left the house and headed to the address included in the email, and knocked on the door. The otter greeted me cheerfully, and invited me in.

"Sure, but can we make it quick? I kinda got a time limit here." I fidgeted nervously, wanting to get this over with.

"Of course, I don't want to be any trouble," He responded.

"Oh, it's no trouble at all, I just need to buy back the garage that was sold to you, and fast." I speak quickly.

"The deed's right here, you just have to sign something and pay me. It'll be over quick." He smiled. I signed the form, and handed him the check I had filled in before leaving my house. We shook hands, wished each other well, and I set off to save Chelia and our child. I made my way down the city streets, stopping at the corner of Main and 4th. He was there, just as the note said.

"Johnny."

"Dad."

"Give me the deed," He demanded.

"Give me Chelia first. I'll give it to you after." I persuaded. He growled, but whistled, causing another gorilla to show up, with Chelia in tow. Her paws were tied, and she was blindfolded. I threw the deed at him, and dashed over to Chelia's side. I pulled off the blindfold, and untied her.

"Did they hurt you?" I ask, worried. She shakes her head, and I see the tears matted to her fur. I start crying too, and we sit together, sobbing. I walked her home, and we rescheduled the appointment. It could wait. I was just happy to have my beautiful wife home safe.


Merry Christmas y'all! Happy Holidays! Ily guys, please review or something, and have a great break!

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