A month had passed after Molly found out she was pregnant with Johnny's baby. Neither of them could even remember how that night happened. But they decided to take responsibility for their strange actions. They also decided to keep Rikki. Molly was concerned about money. Johnny just thought he could take the money from the people he'd been killing. Though Molly was uncomfortable with this she agreed that it would work.

Johnny probably had the worst time adjusting. He couldn't understand why Molly couldn't get that he NEVER gets caught with his homicidal acts. And when he would come home with another unconscious victim Molly would retreat to the back room and not talk to Johnny until the next morning. After about the tenth victim Johnny was growing tiresome of Molly's abstinence to his killing.

Johnny drug another man through his little house. Molly looked at disapprovingly from the couch. Johnny dropped the ruff looking man and glared at her, "What?" he took a step closer to Molly, who was holding Rikki.

She shook her head and laid Rikki down on the couch and sighed, "Nny... why do you have to kill these people?"

Johnny went back to the body, "It's my 'job'."

"This isn't a job, Johnny. It's a crime. What are you gonna do if you get caught?"

Johnny grunted, "I've told you before Molly, I don't get caught." He smiled, "I could kill you and Rikki, and not get caught."

Molly made an angry face, "Don't you even joke about that Johnny. It's scary enough that our baby's father kills people for a living."

Johnny huffed, "Don't even mention that mistake!"

Molly's jaw dropped, "How dare you say such a thing Johnny!"

"Why do you care? We both know it!"

"I'm pregnant! The thing inside me is a part of me!"

"Well it's a part of me too! Who was the one that..." Johnny shivered, "You know..."

Molly sighed and picked up Rikki.

"Gonna go hide in the bedroom again."

"Yep." She said as she slammed the door.

"Crazy bitch." Johnny grabbed the man and drug him into the basement.

Johnny looked at the man and waited for him to wake up.

He kept his eyes closed but spoke, "Woman trouble, eh dude?"

"That's the first thing you say when you know you're about to die?"

The man opened his eyes, "Yeah. Thought if I gave you a bit of advice you'd let me go."

"Advice? Do tell."

"She's pregnant right?"

"No, she's got an alien egg in her stomach."

The man chuckled, "Listen man, just let her say whatever. She ain't mad or nothing. It's just hormones, man."

"That's your advice?

"Well, I have had three kids."

That hit Johnny. He never really got to know his victims, especially when it came to their families. "So, you're kids... how old are they?"

"Five, ten, and thirteen."

"Do you love them?"

"Of course, with all my heart."

"What about their mother?"

"Dead."

Johnny blinked. He turned to grab a blade, "I almost feel guilty enough not to kill you."

"Thanks." He said in relief.

"I didn't say I wasn't going to." He turned to see the man and pointed at him with the blade, "you see, I need the money for my own... kids..." Johnny looked closer at the man, "Any last words?"

The man huffed, "My kids are without their mother, and now you're taking their dad away from them! I hope something horrible happens to you and your family, you motherfucker!"

"Those hurtful words aren't gonna change anything." Johnny whispered as he stabbed the man in the stomach.

Johnny twisted the blade around in his stomach.

The man, in pride, refused to scream. He felt the blood leaving his body, and died.

A weak had passed since Johnny killed that man. It made him think a little. What if he was taken away from Rikki, Molly, and his unborn child? Would the kids grow up normally?

Then he had another though: this family wasn't normal. It was barely even a family. Molly always brooded and locked herself in the back room with Rikki.

Johnny was quite torn. Why did he do that with Molly? Why couldn't he remember it?

Wails from the back room disturbed his train of thought. "Molly, quiet that kid!"

He thrust open the door to find Rikki in his crib asleep, Molly was the one who was crying.

"Molly what's wrong? Why is there blood in the bed?"

"Johnny... do you know what this means?"

"No, what does it mean?"

"It means I miscarried!" She bawled.

Johnny plopped on the bed and put his hand on his forehead, "It'll be ok Molly, and we still have Rikki." He ran his hand through his hair and stood up, "Go clean yourself up, alright?"

"Ok..." Molly went to the bathroom to wash up.

Johnny blamed this on that man he killed. He wasn't the one to believe in curses, but this couldn't have happened just by chance...