To warn you, my computer had a spaz attack, so this might be a little odd. Like, it might repeat some stuff here and there. So that'd be weird. I hope I fixed it all though. This chapter goes to you, Julia, my amazing girlfriend. So yep! Please review? ? KAYTHANKS!

I ran straight towards the kitchen to get a Pepsi from the fridge. I threw open the fridge and pulled the cold bottle out, freezing with it halfway to my mouth. Is caffeine bad for babies? It's a drug. Drugs are definitely bad for babies. I put it back in the fridge and slammed the door shut. No Pepsi.

I need to tell him. I fall down to the ground, my back against the cold fridge. The Once-ler needs to know. I need to tell him.

I pull myself up and run over to the phone, picking it up and punching in the number. A female voice says, "Mr. Once-ler's office, how may I help you?"

"I need to talk to Onc- Mr. Once-ler," I say, looking down at my stomach and biting the inside of my cheek.

"Mr. Once-ler is busy," she says. "Goodbye."

"No, wa-" The line goes dead and I clench the phone tight in my hand. I have to go over there. There's no other option. I have to. I drop the phone, leaving the busy signal ringing, and run back to my room.

"Okay," I mumble, "what do I need. I need stuff. I need clothes." I grab a small drawstring bag and throw some clothes in without bothering to see what they were or if they were dirty or clean. "Okay, there's that. Um...I need, uh...my hairbrush!" I grab it off my dresser and throw it into the bag. "I need to...uh...leave a note!" I dash out of my room only to run straight into Yo-Yo.

"Hey Pinwheel," she says. "I noticed you left early, so I did too. What's up?"

"I'm leaving," I exclaim, running around her. Then I stop and turn back to look at her. "You can help!"

"I'm allergic to helping," she says.

"No! I need you to tell everyone that I left to see the Once-ler! I don't know how long I'll be gone!"

"Why are you going to see Perv? You saw him a month ago."

"I know, b...how did you know I saw him?"

She rolls her eyes. "Your Alaska story had so many fails, it was overwhelming. It wasn't hard to guess where you went to."

"Yeah, okay, right. I'm pregnant."

"I knew it!" she exclaims, making me jump. "I knew you'd get knocked up after going to see him!"

"Whatever," I say. "Just tell everyone I left but don't say why! I'll call you when I get stuff sorted out!" I run past her again and outside to my car.

~!~!~!~

"I need to see the Once-ler," I demand when I walk into the big building. The lady at the counter looks up at me.

"Do you have an appointment?" she asks. I frown.

"Uh...of course I do..."

"Oh, good, name?" she asks, typing something in on her computer. I lick my lips nervously.

"Uh..." I turn my head and glance over to a plant. Gotta do what you gotta do... "Holy shit!"

"What?" she asks, alarmed.

"Did you see that?" I gasp, staring at the plant with wide eyes.

"No, what?" she asks.

"I'm not sure what it was...it was...furry..." I stand on my toes, as if to look better. "I...I don't know what...a rat, maybe..."

"Rats?" she gasps.

"I don't know!" I exclaim. "I didn't get a good look!" She walks around the desk to the plant to see what it is, so I go behind her desk and look at the appointment page she thankfully pulled up. The clock says it's twelve-twenty-six. The twelve-thirty appointment is James Arterberry. Crap. I glance over my shoulder. It'll have to do.

I go back around the desk and call, "Do you see it?"

"Nothing," the lady replies, turning around to look at me. "Nothing at all."

"Huh." I shrug. "I swear I saw something..."

"We'll get some exterminators down sometime soon just in case," she assures me. Returning to her desk, she says, "So, name?"

"James Arterberry," I reply. She looks at me with her eyebrows knitted together.

"James?"

"I know..." I say, looking down and blushing. "My parents...they're weird. My brother's name is Amber."

"Oh...okay." She looks at the clock. "Mr. Once-ler's office is up on the top floor. End of the hall."

"Thank you," I say, hurriedly walking away to the elevator.

~!~the Once-ler's POV~!~

"You're twelve-thirty is here, Mr. Once-ler," my receptionist says.

"Thank you, Tammy. Send them in," I say back over the intercom. It's my mother's day off, so Tammy is working outside my office.

"Yes, sir."

The doors open and I don't bother looking up. "Have a seat," I command.

"But then I'd be even shorter than you."

My eyes widen and I look up, my jaw dropping slowly. "Sally?"

She smiles slightly. "Hey, Once-ler."

I stand. "What are...wow...what are you doing here?" I shake my head. "Not that I'm not thrilled to see you or anything but I'm just a little su-"

"I'm pregnant," she says.

I blink. "Well...uh..."

"And it's yours."

"Are you sure?" I ask before I can stop myself. Her eyes narrow.

"Everyone I've ever slept with is standing in this room right now. You really wanna ask that?"

"I'm sorry," I say honestly. "I didn't think it through."

"Yeah, I know." She rolls her eye, but smiles. "Wow, how screwed am I..."

"No, that was last month when you were screwed."

She throws her head back and laughs, just as I hoped. I smile and she shakes her head, grinning at me.

"This is why I fell in love with you," she says, smiling and shaking her head again. I smile back immediately.

"This is why I fell in love with you," I repeat. She cocks her head. "The way you laugh, and your eyes light up when you're happy. The way you make me smile when you smile." She blushes. "You have a cute blush. Did you know that?" She blushes harder.

"Shut up..."

I smile more. "So...we okay?" I take her hand. She looks down at it for a long time.

What could she be thinking? She's going to say no. She'll be mad at me for getting her pregnant. She'll just want money to support the baby and be on her way. She'll be mad at me for everything I've done to her. Leaving her, forgetting about her, ignoring her. She might cry and make me feel worse, and then not let me comfort her. She'll hate me.

She smiles up at me. "We're okay."

I sigh, relieved. She loves me.

~!~Sally's POV~!~

"This is so springy!" I exclaim, sitting cross legged on the Once-ler's bed and bouncing on my butt slightly. He rolls his eyes and smiles slightly.

"Of course it is. But you know, beds are for sleeping."

I fake gasp. "Not jumping?"

"It is if you're four," he replies.

"Hmm...well, fifteen years away from that is okay!" I bounce more and he laughs.

"Right." He pulls his tie off and tosses it onto a chair where his coat is laying. He begins unbuttoning his shirt and I stare. He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Enjoying the view?"

I blush and look down. "Uh...sorry..." I shove my hair behind my ear. "I...sorry." He laughs.

"It's fine." He sits down beside me, his shirt unbuttoned, and kisses me lightly. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Once-ler," I say, smiling.

~!~!~!~

"What is there to do?" I ask the Once-ler the next morning, bored. He shrugs and begins tying his tie,

"You're with me. You can do whatever you want."

I perk up. I'm laying on my stomach, leaning my head on my hands, my elbows keeping me up. "I can do whatever I want?"

"Sure," he says, shrugging. "Go shopping, or send someone to go shopping for you."

"Wow..." I smile slightly. "Awesome." He grins.

"Sure is. I'll see your for lunch. I have a meeting." He leans down and kisses the top of my head. "Bye."

"Bye bye!" I call as he leaves. Then I think of something. Something I always wanted to do.

~!~the Once-ler's POV~!~

I walk down the hall, looking for Sally. It's lunchtime, and last night I promised I'd take her somewhere. If I could just find her!

I pass a door and I hear something that makes me stop.

"Oh, God, yes...mmm down...mmm further...right there...ohhh...harder...yup..." The rest of her words were drowned in a moan that made my eyes widen more. I'll recognize Sally's voice anywhere. I hear her say, "Damn, you're a talented man..."

I can't help it. I throw the door open and step in. A man looks up from a table, where Sally's laying with her head down in some hole. She looks up.

"Hey Oncie! Have you ever gotten a massage? You need to!"

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes. I peek one eye open at the man again.

"Oh, and this is Ricardo," she adds, gesturing one arm up at the guy. "He has the most talented hands in the world."

I smile slightly and nod at him. "Ricardo."

"Mr. Once-ler," he replies, nodding back. Sally raises her arm up again and waves it a bit, so Ricardo steps back.

"Take five. Get some water or something."

He nods and leaves. Sally props herself up on her elbows and smiles.

"How was your morning?" she asks pleasantly. I roll my eyes and grin.

"Fine. Yours?"

"Oh, amazing. I went down to the kitchen for breakfast, sicked into the toilet for a little, asked for something chocolate to get the taste away and I got chocolate bars, cereals, coffee, milk, waffles, syrup, cakes, pate- do you know what chocolate pate is?"

"No," I say.

"Liver covered in chocolate!" she exclaims. "Can you believe that? You're so rich you can afford to have chocolate liver lyin' around!"

~!~Sally's POV~!~

"You know," I say, "I should be getting at least half of what you earn." The Once-ler raises an eyebrow at me from his big chair.

"And why is that?"

"I made the Thneed up," I reply. "Remember, we were eighteen, laying around in the grass."

"Yeah, but you were kidding," he says.

"You were kidding when you told me all you wanted for your thirteenth birthday was a personalized marble bag, but I got it for you anyways."

"But," he laughs, "millions of dollars aren't involved in that."

"It could be..." I mumble, shrugging. He laughs and I smile. Everything is good. I have my Once-ler back, he still loves me, and his baby is steadily growing in my stomach. It's better than good. It's great.

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