Chapter IV- Meet

(17 out of 40 weeks)

For what must have been the tenth time, I was fluffing up the pillows on the couch. I had been through the apartment many times, and still I wasn't completely satisfied with it. I kept needing to do something. Anything. I knew it was just nerves, but I couldn't calm myself down. Our parents would be here any minute. The more I thought, the more I worried. The more I worried, the more my airways constricted. I knew I was on the verge of an asthma attack, but I couldn't calm myself down.

Suddenly Gary's hands were on mine, stopping my frantic fluffing. He turned me around and sat me down on the couch.

"Just sit still." He commanded, glaring down at me.

I started back up at him with big deer in headlight eyes, my breathing wheezy and difficult. He sighed.

"Is your inhaler in the nightstand?" he asked. I nodded.

He turned and stalked down the hall to the bedroom. He had changed medications about a week ago and was still adjusting. Which was why he was once again easily irritated lately.

In a flash, he was handing me my inhaler. I shook it and inhaled deeply, holding my breath for a moment before exhaling. Immediate relief.

"Thank you." I gasped.

"Just calm down." He grounded out as he went into the kitchen.

I took a deep breath and tried to clear my mind. A knock on our door caused me to jump. I stood and went to answer the door, opening it. I'm relieved to see it's my parents. I smile at them. I hadn't seen them in months. I throw my arms around my mother, then my father.

"I've missed you!" I enthused.

"We've missed you too, dear." My mother said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

My father smiled. He had never been very talkative, but I could tell he still felt pretty awkward about the situation.

"Come in." I held the door open for them.

Gary stood with his hands in the pockets of his slacks. He was dressed nicely. Black slacks, black button up shirt with the long sleeves pushed up to the elbows. Emerald green sweater vest that made his hazel eyes pop.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Kowalski. I hope your trip went well." He shook my father's hand, smiled politely as my mother gave his hands a little squeeze.

"It did. How are you two managing here? Everything okay?" My mother's eyes traveled down to my stomach briefly before returning back to my face.

"Everything's great. I have something to show you." I went down the hall.

"Please, make yourselves comfortable in the sitting room. My parents should be here soon." I heard Gary say as I went into our bedroom.

I was glad to have him. If it were left up to me, my parents would have still been standing in our entry way when I returned with the sonogram.

Two weeks ago, my day had started with me wrapping a towel around myself as I stepped out of the shower. I was getting ready for my fifteen week appointment.

Things had been difficult in the week since the night Gary had tried to sleep with me. He had not tried again since the night I had turned him down. My feelings about that were mixed. On one hand I wished he would, on the other I was glad. Sleeping on the bed was nice because it wasn't cramped like the couch, but having sex with him would only complicate things further. The way things were was already too complicated.

Not to give the impression that just because he hadn't tried again that he was no longer showing me affection in his own ways. He would touch my tummy, kiss me. When he wasn't avoiding me, anyway.

I could turn irritable and moody in the blink of an eye, so Gary had taken to avoiding me if he could help it. Which fouled up my mood anyway if I had time to think about it. Luckily, I usually didn't. We were so busy with school.

School was stressing me out because I found myself often falling behind if I didn't ask Gary for help outside of class. I couldn't keep up with him otherwise. I think it was because I had more trouble memorizing things lately. Or perhaps I had recently gained a knack for forgetting things. Either way, it made trying to learn difficult.

Both Gary and Mr. West were patient with me though, which eased my uncertainty in asking for help a great deal. I was making good grades, it's just I was a slow learner these days.

I made sure Gary wasn't in the bedroom before I went in to dress. I now only had one pair of jeans I could fit into, and it was a pretty snug fit. I was going to have to get Gary to buy me more clothes. I could only wear my one pair of jeans and tee-shirts for so long. Needless to say, I was also frustrated about outgrowing my clothing.

I put my clothes on and ran my hands along my arching stomach. Yeah, there's definitely something growing bigger every day in there. As I often found myself doing, I began thinking about the baby. I was getting more excited to hold and see my baby every day. My apprehension some days would be worse than on others. I was told that's normal though, and to just embrace my maternal instincts as they acted up.

As I got more excited for parenthood, I couldn't help but wonder if Gary felt that way too or if it was just me.

"Hey."

I jumped, startled by his sudden presence. I turned and gave him a sheepish look.

"We've only got thirty minutes."

I nodded. "Okay. I'm almost ready."

When we got to the reception area, I checked us in. After a few minutes, a nurse came to retrieve us.

"Hello, Peter. Gary." Tim greeted.

I was learning their names.

"Hello." I gave him a friendly smile.

"Follow me, we'll go back to an exam room." I followed him. "How have you been feeling lately?"

"No complaints."

Tim led us into an examination room. He had me step on a scale.

"So, it looks like you've gained… seven and a half pounds since you first got here."

"Is that good or bad?"

"It's normal. Now that you're in the second trimester, you'll start gaining more."

"How much more?!" I asked, concerned.

"Ideally, only thirty pounds total during the pregnancy. Come sit here. I'll take your blood pressure."

I sat on the exam table and waited while my blood pressure was taken.

"Ok. Looks good. And, as always." Tim held out a plastic cup with a screw on cap.

"Right." I said, taking the cup and standing to leave the room. "I'll be right back."

"Actually, we'll walk with you. You'll be heading to the ultrasound tech today. I'll be able to drop off your cup at the lab on the way."

"Ok."

After a stop at the restroom, we walked down the hall to a dimly lit room. It had a desk with electronic equipment and an examination bed. There was a small sofa beside the bed. There were a couple black screens around the room. Beside the desk stood a woman. She looked around thirty. She had shoulder length auburn hair and green eyes. She wore glasses and a white doctor's coat over a pale pink blouse and a knee length black pencil skirt.

"Hey Leslie, this is Peter and Gary. Guys this is Leslie." Tim gave introductions.

""Hello. How are you both today?" She smiled at us.

"Fine." I answered.

Gary gave a curt nod. He wasn't very talkative today it seemed.

"I'll leave you to it then. Later."

Tim left.

"Okay, so Peter if you want to hop on the bed here." She patted the bed.

I complied, Gary took a seat on the sofa by the bed.

"I'll need you to pull up your shirt and the hem of your pants down to expose your stomach." Leslie said as she tapped keys on her equipment.

"Alright." I did as she instructed and exposed my stomach as she reached into a cabinet under the desk and pulled out a super-sized white tube.

"This is going to be cold." She warned as she uncapped the tube.

She squirted a sheer blue goop onto my stomach. It was cold, it made a shiver run up my spine. Leslie put the goop tube back in its cabinet and picked up a hand held wand radar looking device.

"Why are we doing this?" I asked.

"Just to check and make sure the babies growing like it should. Make sure there aren't any problems."

She gently pressed the wand device into the goop and against my stomach. She hit a few keys and the blank screens came to life with a dark, fuzzy picture. I watched the screen intently. She moved the wand, spreading the chilly goop, and the image on the screen shifted.

"Here's baby's head."

I inhaled. Yep. A head. I bit my bottom lip as an overwhelming sense of awe spread through my body.

I was about to look at Gary when I saw lines appearing on the screen.

"What are those lines?"

"I'm taking measurements. How far along are you?"

"Fifteen weeks."

She nodded. "Baby seems right on track."

She moved the wand again and hit keys. The screen image changed again.

"Here's baby's feet."

After a moment, she hit a few more keys and I could see the whole baby. I sighed. It appeared a little odd, but I can't explain the amazement I felt in that moment. I was getting my first glimpse at the rest of my life.

"Of course, next time we take a look at baby, it'll look a little cuter."

On the screen, I could see the baby moving jerkily and I smiled.

"Can you feel that?" Gary asked.

"No." I said, looking at him. I could see the amazement in his eyes, even if he wasn't grinning like an idiot as I was.

"You probably won't feel it for a few weeks yet. You will though."

Leslie hit a more keys and the room filled with a loud, rapid WUB-WUB-WUB-WUB. It was loud but had a muffled quality. I bit my bottom lip again.

The sound of the baby's heartbeat continued for a few minutes, until Leslie hit keys again and it stopped.

She smiled at us.

"Everything seems fine. Heartbeats normal. Let's clean you up and get you to Dr. A." She pulled the wand away from my tummy and wiped it off with a towel. I cleaned the goop off my middle and righted my clothes.

Leslie led us down the hall back to the exam room, where Dr. Abernathy was already waiting.

"Hello Peter. Gary. How are you two today?"

"Fine." We answered in unison.

"Good." She smiled. "Thank you Leslie."

Leslie nodded and closed the door.

Gary took his place in one of the chairs, I took mine on the exam table.

The doctor listened to my heart with a stethoscope and then asked me to stand from the exam table.

She began pressing on my stomach.

"How have you been feeling?"

"Good. Just… frustrated."

"Do you know why?" she asked.

"I'm just muddled. Tired. I'm running out of clothes that fit."

"I believe there's a dad trip planned for this afternoon. Gary could go get you a few things couldn't he?"

"Just because Gary could doesn't mean he will." Gary ground out.

"Only if you want to. Gary." I quickly tried to reconcile the situation.

There was a pause, during which Dr. A wrote on her clipboard.

"I suppose I could." Gary conceded.

"Thank you." I glanced at him. He met my gaze with a bored expression.

"I'd suggest getting two pairs of jeans that are two sizes bigger. When you start outgrowing those, we can arrange to have elastic put in the front."

I nodded. "Okay."

"Everything looks good. Before you go, I'll have Tim draw some blood. Your lab work should be done tomorrow, I'll call you. Make sure to schedule another appointment at the front desk."

"I will." I said as I righted my clothes.

"Tim will be along shortly." She smiled at us before she left, closing the door behind her.

I looked at Gary. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." He wasn't meeting my gaze.

"Gary…"

"What?!" He snapped, looking at me sharply.

My eyes widened, and I lowered my gaze to the floor.

"Sorry. I just thought…"

He sighed. "Don't apologize. I think it's my medication. I don't think it's working right."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm depressed."

"How long have you felt that way?" I asked, slightly taken aback.

"A few weeks now maybe."

I digested that. "Is that why you stopped taking your medication at Bullworth?"

"Partly, yeah. I couldn't focus. They made my memory terrible. What I'm taking now isn't so bad. If it hasn't passed in a week, or if it gets worse, I'll talk to our shrink."

"Ellen." I corrected.

"That's what I said."

I let a short lull into the conversation.

"Is it because of me? We've been through some pretty heavy stuff."

"No, it's not you."

He was again refusing to look at me. I walked over so I was standing before him and gently took his face into my hands. His eyes met mine. I could see curiosity at my behavior at the forefront of his emotions, but if I looked closer I could see his pain masked behind it. Faint and well hidden, but it was there.

I gave him a small smile. "I'm here if you ever need to talk."

One corner of his mouth twitched up in a lopsided smile. "God, you're such a girl."

I released his face, sighing as I returned to the exam table with a frown on my face.

Try to be nice to the guy, he insults you. 'Why am I still trying?' I wondered, frustrated.

"Why do you have to do stuff like that?"

"I'm sorry."

"Are you saying that because you mean it or because you're trying to avoid a fight?"

"Both?"

I rolled my eyes. He got up and walked over to me, gently cupping my face. I glanced up into his eyes. He pressed his lips to mine. I closed my eyes as I gripped the front of his shirt. There were times I wanted to hurt him… and then there were times I couldn't stay mad at him. Blushing, we broke apart as the door opened.

"Sorry to interrupt. Let's go get your blood drawn and then you guys can get out of here." Tim said, knowing smile on his face.

Afterwards, as I stood at the front desk scheduling my next appointment, the receptionist handed me an envelope.

"Leslie asked me to give this to you. Have a nice day. See you in a few weeks."

Smiling, I took the envelope. "Thank you."

I opened the envelope as I walked outside to where Gary was waiting.

"What's that?" he asked.

"A picture." I showed him.

He took it from me, a small smile on his face. "Ah, the Monster."

I smiled. After a moment he handed the sonogram back to me.

I now handed the photo to my mother as she sat in our living room couch with my father.

"Oh… David, look." My mother breathed, showing the picture to my father.

My father smiled. "The babe's got the Kowalski nose." He murmured.

"It does look like it." My mother agreed, chuckling.

"How can you tell?" I asked. When I looked at the picture, I couldn't make out who's what it had. I could barely make out the baby's outline.

"We can't. It's just fun to tease you, Peter." My mother said, handing the photo back to me.

I put it back into its envelope as Gary came in with glasses of sweet tea for my parents.

"So how far along are you now?" she asked.

"Seventeen weeks."

"Almost halfway through then. That's exciting!"

I smiled at my mom's enthusiasm. I was unsure today. Scared.

"Have you thought of names yet?" My father asked.

"It's a little early for that, David."

"Is it?"

"Um, we like Brennan for a boy." I said as I sat down on the couch beside my mother.

My father smiled smugly at my mother.

"Oh, hush." She murmured at him. "Any girl names you like?"

"None that we've agreed on yet." I looked at Gary, who was sitting in the armchair by the love seat. "Right?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but there was a knock on the door. We shared a look before he went to answer the door. I sat a moment, listening.

"Garrett!"

"Hello Mother." Slightly muffled.

I got up to meet them. Gary's mother had him in a rib-crushing hug. She released him, and I caught her eye. She wasn't much older that forty. Her hair was blonde, her eyes blue. She was thin, clearly fit and well groomed. She smiled as she walked over to me.

"And you… are Peter?"

I nodded. "Yes." I held out my hand.

"Don't be silly." She hugged me, and I awkwardly hugged her back.

"Hey Dad." Gary murmured as a tall man walked in.

"Son." He nodded at Gary as Gary shut the front door.

His eyes were green, but he looked quite a bit like Gary. His face was more angular, his presence more opposing.

"Baxter, this is Peter."

"Good afternoon, sir." I murmured.

"He's so polite, isn't he?" Kaylyn gushed.

"Yes. Pleasure to meet you." He shook my hand.

"Right this way, please." I said as I led them to the living room.

My parents stood for their entrance, smiling politely.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kowalski, my parents, Baxter and Kaylyn Smith. These are Peter's parents, David and Sierra." Gary made introductions.

They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries before my parents sat back down on the couch and his parents sat on the love seat.

And I suddenly felt like all their attention was on me. I glanced at Gary, he stared back. Neither of us was sure as to how to proceed.

"So, I'm sure everyone has questions. I guess we could start by answering some."

The silence was deafening, the only sound my heart pounding in my ears.

"Well, I'd like to know how this happened." Kaylyn broke the silence.

I felt my face heating up. "Our doctor doesn't know how I got female reproductive organs, but I did. Some males are born the way I am."

"We didn't know it the night we slept together. Things have been explained to us since then." Gary explained further. "And before you ask, it was a one night stand and we aren't together. And please don't ask me if I'm gay. It'll just tick me off."

Baxter's face didn't change, but Kaylyn pursed her lips.

"What are you two doing about school?" This question came from my father.

"The Estate has us in a high school program. We should have diplomas before the baby gets here."

"When is the baby due?" Kaylyn again.

"February... 27th?" Gary answered, glancing at me. I nodded.

"Have you two considered how you're going to raise this baby?" Baxter.

Gary clenched his jaw, I noticed he stiffened. Baxter's question had offended him.

"We've been reading parenting books. We may not be pros, but I don't think we're going to be the worst parents in the world." I glanced at Gary, and when he glanced back, I smiled at him. "I think we can do this."

-Later-

I sat down on the bed with a groan, Answering questions had been nerve wracking for both of us. But Kaylyn's eyes had lit up when I showed her the ultrasound photo. There were no more doubts that I really was pregnant. I sighed, knowing I only had to entertain them until shortly after lunch time tomorrow.

Gary was already in the bed. I let my eyes wander the length of his body.

"So…" I trailed off.

"What?"

I laid down on my side, facing him. I gently put my hand on his bare chest.

"Do you… want to…" I felt my face heating up. I was too shy to ask. I couldn't look him in the eye. I had never instigated something so… intimate.

"Want to what?" he prompted.

I swallowed, I could tell he was smirking, his tone a dead giveaway.

"Want to have sex?" There was a pause.

"Just so we're clear, you're asking me? Meaning you want to and that once we get started, you're not going to tell me to stop? Correct?"

"Yes." I whispered, my face on fire.

It started with gently kisses, his hands grabbing my butt and bringing our hips together. I groaned as his tongue slid into my mouth.

It ended when I opened my eyes to stare into a dark room.

Another dream… Damn it.

-Next Day-

I was standing in the kitchen putting a good sized ham into the oven. Gary sat at the table eating a bowl of cereal. Our parents were due over in thirty minutes. I then set a pot of peeled potatoes on the stove so they could boil. I was going to make mashed potatoes with them for lunch.

I joined Gary at the table, pouring myself a bowl of cereal and trying not to remember my dream from the night before. It had been short, but it had been almost too much. I had almost wanted to wake him up. Almost.

"What are we doing today?" I glanced up as he spoke. He was swishing his spoon through the milk in his bowl.

"I don't really know. I guess we'll just visit until lunch."

He groaned and lay his head down on the table. He's not a morning person, I'd noticed.

"Can't we just… send them home early?"

"No, Gary." I sighed.

"I don't like them being here."

I sat in silence for a moment, my brows furrowed.

"Them meaning?"

He sat up quickly. "My parents. I… didn't mean yours."

"Kaylyn doesn't seem so bad to me. I don't know how your relationship with your parents is."

"It would be fine if my mom wasn't afraid of me and my dad wasn't disinterested at best. They think I'll go off the deep end any minute and ax murder the whole family or something."

"Oh." I whispered.

"They don't mistreat me or anything, it's just they don't know how to deal with me. To be fair, not many people do."

"Well, if you wouldn't make it so difficult."

"I… don't try to make it difficult." He frowned, his brows furrowed.

"I know but you don't try to make it easy either." I reasoned.

"How am I supposed to make it easier?"

"You have to decide that for yourself." I answered as I began my cereal.

Our parents arrived some fifteen minutes after I finished my breakfast.

"Hello, good morning!" Kaylyn greeted us, "How did you boys sleep last night?"

"Fine, Mother." Gary answered.

My mother kissed me on the cheek and my father gave my shoulder a light squeeze. Baxter nodded when I greeted him with a 'good morning'.

"How was the hotel?" They were staying in a hotel in a town fifteen minutes from the Estate.

"It was fine." My mother answered.

We all migrated to the sitting room and again took our seats. Gary sat in the armchair, his parents on the love seat, my parents and I on the couch.

"So, David, what do you do for a living?" Kaylyn asked.

"I'm an accountant for a contracting company. I've been there since before Sierra and I married."

"How long have you two been married?"

"Oh. Twenty years, blissfully wed." My mother answered.

Gary stood suddenly. "Would anyone like a beverage?"

"Coffee. Black." Baxter.

"Coffee would be nice, if you have it dear. Tea is fine if you don't."

"Tea for us, Gary."

"I'll help." I offered, noting the irritation in his eyes.

He motioned towards the kitchen with a jerk of his head, so I went with him to the kitchen. I then started preparing the coffee brewer. We had never used it, but we had everything to make coffee sitting in the cabinets. He got a few glasses and mugs down from an overhead cabinet.

"How much longer do I have to put up with this drivel?" he asked.

I glanced at the kitchen clock. "Three more hours until lunch."

"Damn it!"

"It's not that bad, Gary."

"Not for you maybe."

I watched him as the brewer began streaming coffee into the pot. "I know you're bored and I'm sorry. Today they'll leave and then we probably won't see them again until February."

"I'm not just bored, Femme-boy." He chuckled but I turned to watch the brewer, my hands clenching the edge of the counter top. He hadn't called me that in months, so why was he doing it again now? I could feel anger boiling up inside me.

"Hey…" He laid his hands on my shoulders. "I didn't mean to piss you off." He gently began kneading my shoulder blades with his thumbs. I made a small noise in the back of my throat as I let my head lull forward.

Eventually, much to my irritation, I had to stop him when the brewer was done with the coffee. I filled their mugs, leaving one black and dressing up the other with cream and sugar while Gary filled the clear glasses with tea. We then returned to the living room. Our parents were still conversing.

"Is Peter your only child?"

"Yes. We always wanted another one, the timing was just never right to try. We're happy with it being just the three of us though. Does Gary have siblings?"

"Yes, an older brother, Collin. He was too busy with work to visit. He's about to start his second year of college."

"I see. Oh, thank you." My mother smiled as Gary sat the glasses of tea before her and my father.

"No problem." He responded.

"Thank you, Peter." Kaylyn said as I handed the coffee to her and her husband.

"You're welcome."

Our parents continued conversing for a while but inevitably, they began questioning us again.

"Do you have to stay here after the baby is born?" My mother asked.

"Not necessarily. They've invited us to stay for as long as we need to get through school. Usually, the time limit is six months after the baby's born."

How are you going to… my, this is crude, give birth?" Kaylyn asked.

"Caesarian. Natural births are too risky." I replied.

"Does that mean they will sterilize you after this one? Or is it not risky enough to warrant that?" My father.

"I guess they could if I asked, but it's not standard procedure. They have patients come through more than once." I answered.

"Will you two have more?" Baxter.

We glanced at each other. These kind of questions made us both very uncomfortable.

"We aren't a couple, Dad. As things stand, we won't be having them together. Right?"

I nodded. "Right." I was surprised by the bitter tone in my voice.

After a brief pause, Kaylyn cleared her throat.

"If I may, why aren't you a couple? Is the impending birth of your child not enough to give it a try?"

His hazel gaze met mine again and after a brief second I averted my eyes.

"We have our reasons, okay? Please don't ask anymore." Gary murmured.

It seemed like it took forever, but we got through our meal and sent them off wishing them all a safe trip home. The rest of the day was dull in comparison. Eventually, night fell on the Estate and bedtime did roll around. I was sitting in bed when Gary walked into the bedroom.

"It's been a long day hasn't it?" He asked as he threw his shirt into the hamper and went to the dresser for pajamas.

"It's been a long weekend."

He chuckled as he dressed. He joined me on the bed. "Well it's over now. Just go to sleep." He murmured as he laid down.

I felt my face go warm. "I'm not tired." I hinted.

He chucked me under the chin and gave me a ghosting kiss. It sent a shiver down my spine.

"Too bad. Go to sleep." He murmured, a mean smile spreading across his face.

The past two weeks had been almost unbearable. My hormones had skyrocketed as my morning sickness had ended and my energy level had shot up. I really was on the verge of not caring if having sex with him again was a bad idea or not. The dream I had the night before wasn't helping my control myself. I had awoken, hot and bothered, in the middle of the night. How I fell back asleep was a mystery to me.

I didn't know if his rejection was payback or not, but I did lay down. After a few minutes of deep breathing, I stopped and lay still for a moment, my brows furrowed. Was I…? No, I wasn't imagining it. I pressed a hand against my stomach. I inhaled sharply, my eyes widening, as I felt the gentle nudges against my hand.

"Gary!" I gasped.

He turned to me, quick in his movements.

"Is something wrong?"

"Give me your hand." I commanded, taking his wrist.

My heart was pounding in excitement as I pressed his hand against my middle. The little nudges seemed to speed up with my heart.

I watched as Gary's eyes widened. His lips parted. I bit my bottom lip, smiling.

He chuckled, a small smile replacing his awestruck expression.

"Wow." He breathed.

He kept his hand gently pressed to my middle for a little longer.

"How long have you been able to feel it?"

"This is the first time." I smiled at him. "I guess the baby finally wanted to say hi to Daddy." I whispered.

He glanced at me, then did something I would never had expected from him. He pulled my shirt above my tummy and gently laid his cheek against my belly. He closed his eyes and smiled.

"I'm really happy you're here, Gary."

"You are?" He asked, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Yes." I gently started running my fingers through his thick hair. His hair was getting long.

He opened his eyes then. His eyes betrayed no emotion.

"Why?"

I was taken aback by this question.

"Because. If I was here on my own, I don't think I'd find this quite as… fulfilling as I do."

"Is that just you're nice way of saying 'Gary you're an asshole but I like having you here 'cause I'm a sucker for punishment'?"

I rolled my eyes. "I meant what I said, Gary. I just like having someone to go through this with."

A pause. "If I hadn't come, would you have had someone take my place?"

"What?!" My brows shot up.

"Would you have had someone else come with you?"

"Like who?" I asked, noting the slightly dejected not in his voice.

"Hopkins?" He suggested.

"Gary, Jimmy's just a friend. I wouldn't ask him to do that. He has his own life to live."

I continued gently running my fingers through his hair as he considered my words.

"It was you or no one else, Gary." I finalized.

He moved slowly, lifting his face from my tummy and pressing his lips to mine. My head swam and my heart sped up again. With it, so did the gentle nudges in my middle.

-End Ch. 9-

A little late, but it's up. Let me know what you guys think. At the pace I'm working on this it will be done by Christmas. Then I have something else I want to write for Bully. An AU. I'm working out the details of that now. And I'm slowly working on a rewrite of For You I Will. Thinking about just taking it down and then putting up the new version under the same name. Reviews sustain my life force (hint hint).