Sorry it's been a while, hit a little writer's block but I'm back! This chapter might get a little dramatic as I've got a lot planned for it. It should be a nice and long one too. Hope you like it!

"So, when should we start telling people?" Riker asks, playing with a strand of my hair.

"I don't know. I've already started gaining weight so it won't be much longer before I start showing, so it's going to have to be soon." I reply, looking up at him, "Who should we tell first?"

He shrugs, "I don't know. Maybe the guys and Rydel?"

"Afraid to tell your parents first?"

"More like I don't think I'm ready for that disappointed look I know they're going to give us."

I nod, "Yeah, that's not going to fun."

"Nope." His hand drifts down to rest on my stomach, "Wow, you're stomach is really hard."

I laugh, "That's what happens when you're pregnant."

"That's what it's from? I thought you had gas."

I laugh again, "Remind me to get you a book about pregnancy." I decide not to mention that gas can come with pregnancy. I would never hear the end of it if he found that out.

"Can you feel it moving yet?"

I lay my hand over his on my stomach, "Sometimes."

"What's it like? Is it weird?" He asks, propping up on an elbow.

I nod, "A little. It's kind of like a fluttery feeling. Like having real butterflies."

We're both quiet for a moment before I decide to bring up something that has been weighing on my mind since I told him.

I look up at him, "So, there's something else that's bothering me…"

He raises an eyebrow, "What is it?"

"Well, there's only a few days between my due date and when you get back from tour…and most women don't make it to their due date…what if you don't make it back in time to see the baby be born?"

"Don't even worry about that. I'll be here for that, I promise." He kisses my forehead.

"But what if you're not? What if you're in another country or something and I go into labor? You'll never make it back in time…you're already going to miss part of the pregnancy, I don't want you to miss the birth too." I bite my lip, "And…I don't think I can do it without you…"

He sighs, "I hadn't thought about that." He's silent for a moment, thinking, before he says, "Okay, well, we haven't released all the show dates yet, so maybe I can get some stuff moved around."

"Moved around?" I ask.

He nods, "Yeah, like switch some of the dates so I'll be closer to home at the end, and so you can stay with me longer. Then I don't have to miss as much of your pregnancy or the birth."

"But what about the rest of the band? Do you think they'll be okay with that?" I can't help but think they'll all be mad at both of us.

"I think once they know why they'll understand. Besides, I just want to move stuff around, not cancel anything."

"Are you sure? I don't want them mad at us or thinking I'm pulling you away from them…"

"Trust me," He kisses me, "They'll be fine."

"Okay, if you're sure."

"I am."

He is about to kiss me again when we hear the door handle rattle.

"Aw c'mon! Really Riker?" Rocky says from the other side of the door.

Riker groans, "Go away Rocky!"

"It's my room too!" He rattles the door handle again.

"We're trying to talk!"

"Well talk somewhere else! I want in my room!"

Riker sighs and stands, pulling me up with him so we can quickly pull on our clothes. He makes sure I'm dressed before opening the door. He grabs my hand and pulls me past a very agitated looking Rocky.

We end up in the kitchen eating ice cream. We sit up for a while afterwards, cuddling on the couch, not really saying anything.

I'm not sure how long we've been sitting there when I look up at him and ask, "So, are you scared? About having a baby and everything, I mean."

He looks up at the ceiling, "I'd say no, but then I'd be lying. This whole thing…" He shakes his head, "It's scary as hell."

I nod, "Yeah, it really is." I smile a little, "But it is kind of exciting, isn't it?"

He smiles too, "Yeah, it kind of is."

I lean up and kiss him, yawning as I pull away. We decide to call it a night and exchange another kiss before going our separate ways. I am surprised to see Rydel is still up flipping through a magazine when I enter the room.

She looks up, "Hey."

"Hey." I reply, grabbing my pajamas.

She lays down her magazine, "So, um, can I ask what earlier was all about?"

I knew she was going to question me about it but I thought she would be asleep by now and I would have till morning. I sigh and sit down on the edge of her bed, "What do you already know?"

"Just that Riker asked you to come on tour with him and you broke up with him and took off." She shrugs.

I bite my lip and stare at the floor, "Okay…I…I took off because…I'm…uh, I'm…pregnant."

"What?! Seriously?!" Her voice is full of shock.

I nod, "Yep."

Suddenly she has enveloped me in a hug, "This is…wow…I can't believe it…" She releases me, frowning, "Wait, that doesn't really explain why you took off."

I sigh, "I took off because I thought I would be protecting him by not telling him. But, I realize now I was way wrong, that I can't do this without him."

"So have you guys talked and worked everything out? Are you okay again?"

I nod, "Yeah, we're good."

She smiles, "Good." She pulls me into another hug, which I return.

"You're not mad?" I ask, pulling away.

She shakes her head, "Nah. Shocked maybe, but not mad."

I smile, "Good."

"So, have you told anyone yet?"

"No. Just you. Well, and Ross kind of found out. Which reminds me, why did Riker send him anyway? I would have thought he'd send you before anybody else."

She shrugs, "I have no idea, honestly. Maybe he thought he'd be better at talking some sense into you?"

"Maybe."

I sit there a little longer, listening to her gush about becoming an aunt and how excited she is for us. I'm actually glad for her response. After a while I finally get up and go change into my pajamas. I come back and get settled into the air mattress. Rydel is just about to shut off the lights when I suddenly remember something.

"Oh, before I forget, uhm, I'm not really going to have time to go home and get my stuff before the tour, and we haven't really got to hang out yet, so I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go shopping tomorrow or something?" I ask.

Her face lights up, "Of course! We can go shopping and to lunch and get our nails done…we'll make a whole girl's day out of it!"

I laugh, "That sounds great."

Normally I'm not much on shopping. But, this time, I actually find myself excited for it as I drift off to sleep, both hands resting on my stomach.

I wake the next morning to someone bouncing up and down at the foot of the air mattress. I open my eyes, half expecting to see Rydel. I let out a groan when I see it is Riker.

"Why do you keep insisting on waking me up?" I whine, pulling the cover over my head.

I feel the mattress shift as crawls up it to hover over me. I glare at him when he pulls my covers off.

"Stop being such a grump." He says, kissing my cheek.

"Stop waking me up every morning. I'm growing a human, I need my sleep."

"I know that, but Rydel told me you're spending the day with her so I wanted to spend some time with you before you two took off." He bounces on the mattress again, "So c'mon, get your lazy butt up!"

"For someone who hates being woken up, you sure are perky in the morning."

He laughs and leans down to kiss me, "Only when you're here, babe."

He starts to move so that I can get up but I put my arms around his neck, keeping him there.

"Let's not get up just yet." I smile up at him.

He smiles back, "Sounds good to me."

We stay there for a while, not kissing, not talking, just cuddling in a peaceful silence. Too soon, though, we have to get up. Well, I do. Riker sprawls out on the air mattress while I look for clothes. I've pulled out a pink skater skirt and am looking for a shirt when a sudden wave of nausea hits me.

"You okay, babe?" He must have noticed the strange look on my face.

I don't say anything, just bolt for the bathroom. As I am retching up the contents of my stomach I feel a hand rubbing my back and my hair being pulled back. I don't have to look to know it's Riker.

"This was supposed to be gone by now." I groan, leaning back into him once I'm sure I'm finished.

"What do you mean?" He asks, rubbing my shoulders.

"Morning sickness is only supposed to last the first couple months. I'm almost in my second trimester, it should be gone by now."

"Wait, you just found out a couple weeks ago, didn't you?"

"Yeah, why?"

"If you get morning sickness in the beginning of your pregnancy, how come you didn't find out until this late?"

I shrug, "I didn't really throw up a lot before I found out. I just figured it was a stomach thing I couldn't kick." I stand up and go to the sink to rinse my mouth.

He stands too and I can see the frown on his face, "What about your, uhm, y'know, monthly thing? Doesn't that stop? Didn't that tip you off?"

"I've never been regular and I've been so busy I just didn't notice I missed a couple." I turn to look at him, "And by the way, at 22 years old you should be able to handle saying 'period'."

He wrinkles his nose, "I don't like saying it, it's…gross."

I laugh, "We're having a baby, you better get used to gross. Pretty soon you're going to have to hear words like placenta and mucus plug and-"

"Okay I get it!" He interrupts.

"Big baby." I tease, walking out of the bathroom.

He rolls his eyes and follows. I go back to getting my clothes while he leans against the doorframe.

"I was going to suggest we get breakfast, but I think I lost my appetite at 'mucus plug'." He says.

"Why do I have a feeling you're going to faint in the delivery room?" I laugh, grabbing a white shirt with a guitar printed across the front.

"I'm not going to faint." He rolls his eyes.

"Uh huh, we'll see." I stand, giving him a quick kiss before going to get a shower.

After my shower, I put my hair in a side braid, deciding not to dry it, put in my contacts, and apply a little bit of make-up. I go back to Rydel's room to look through one of my bags for earrings. I can't help the smile that spreads across my face when I come across the guitar pick necklace Riker had given me shortly after we had got together. I look at it for a second before clasping it around my neck.

"Hey, there you are." A voice says behind me.

I turn to see Rydel has entered the room. I smile, "Hey."

She plops down on her bed, "Any idea when you'll be ready to go?"

"Um, whenever you are I guess." I put my last earring in the fourth hole in my ear.

"Great! I just have to go do my make-up real quick and I'll be ready."

I nod, "Okay."

"Meet you downstairs." She calls as she walks out the door.

I slip on my pink converse before going to find Riker. I notice his bedroom door is open so I poke my head in, but he's not there. I go downstairs to look for him, running into Stormie in the kitchen.

"Good morning dear." She smiles.

I smile back, "Morning."

"You feeling okay? I heard you throwing up earlier." She asks.

I tense up, "Uhm, yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure? You're not coming down with anything, are you?" She looks concerned.

"Yeah, it was probably just something I ate yesterday." I smile, hoping she believes it.

She looks skeptical, and I think she is going to say something else but she doesn't get the chance because we interrupted by Riker and Ross coming into the room. I almost breathe a sigh of relief. The relief is short lived, however, because they both immediately get quiet when they walk in, creating an awkward silence. I notice Ross keeps glancing at my stomach and Riker is looking anywhere but at his mom. Way to be subtle, guys.

Stormie looks between them, "What's going on here?"

"Nothing is going on. Why do you ask?" Riker says nervously.

"Because you two look like I just caught you doing something you weren't supposed to." She narrows her eyes.

"What? We do not. That's crazy." Riker is still avoiding looking at her.

She turns to Ross but doesn't say anything, just gives him a look.

"I'm out." Ross says, putting his hands up and walking out of the room.

She turns back to Riker, "I know something is up, and I suggest you just make it easier and tell me." She crosses her arms.

He looks at me, desperate, so I nod.

"Tell her." I say.

He swallows hard, staring at his shoes, "Maya's pregnant." He whispers it so quiet I can barely hear.

"What was that?" I'm not sure if she really didn't hear or if she is hoping she heard it wrong.

"Maya's pregnant." He says it a little louder but still doesn't look up.

"Riker Anthony, if this is your idea of a joke, it's not funny."

"It's not a joke." I say quietly.

Her face is blank, "A-are you sure?"

I nod, "Yes."

Riker finally looks at her, "I'm sorry mom, we really didn't mean for this to happen…it just kind of…did…"

She sighs, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed but…it's not like you're a couple of teenagers with no way of supporting a child so…I suppose it's not the worst thing in the world."

"So…you're not mad?" Riker asks.

"No, I'm not." She answers.

I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"I am a little concerned, though." She says.

"Concerned?" I raise an eyebrow.

She nods, "Yes. You two live so far apart, how are you going to raise a baby together?"

"We actually already discussed that." Riker says, "We're going to get our own place together here."

Stormie looks at me, "You're prepared to leave your home, school, job and friends to come here?"

"It's what's best for the baby. Besides, I can transfer schools, and get a new job. And it's not like I had that many friends there anyway." I shrug at the last part.

She turns back to Riker, "And what about your tour? You can't just take off and leave her that long now."

"I know." He says, "That's why she's coming with me."

"Okay and what about doctor appointments? She can't go to a different doctor in every town and she certainly can't skip going."

Riker is quiet for a moment before he says, "Couldn't we just get a doctor to come with us?"

"Possibly but there's no guarantee. But even if you could get one, she won't be able to fly once she gets to the end of her pregnancy. What will you do then?"

"I don't know yet. I'm hoping I can get some shows rearranged so she can stay with me longer and so that I'm closer to home at the end."

She sighs, "I know you're not going to like this, and neither will the rest of them, but maybe you should look into cutting the tour short?"

He looks at her, eyes wide. I feel a knot form in my stomach. This is why I hadn't wanted him to know, so he wouldn't have to do something like that.

Riker rubs the back of his neck, "I don't know…"

Stormie places her hand on his arm, "This isn't just about you anymore honey, you have a baby to think about. You're going to have to make sacrifices."

"I know that but that doesn't mean the rest of the band should have to make them too. This is my responsibility, not theirs." He shakes his head, "I'm going to figure something out, something that works for everyone."

She gives him a small smile, "I hope so." She turns back to me then and places her hands on my shoulders, "And as for you, I want you to know that if you have any questions or concerns or anything, I'm right here to help."

I smile, "Thanks, Stormie."

She squeezes my shoulders, "Of course, dear."

Rydel bounces into the kitchen then, "Hey, you ready to go?"

I nod, "Yeah, I think so." I flash a quick smile at Stormie before turning to follow Rydel out the door, taking my purse from her hand when I get closer.

Riker catches my hand, stopping me just before we walk out the front door, "Not going to just leave without kissing me are you?"

I smile, "Of course not." I stretch up and kiss him.

"So, uhm, would you care if I went ahead and told the guys?" He asks.

"No, go ahead. I already told Rydel last night so you might as well tell the others."

He nods, "Okay. And one more thing, there's a, uh, party tonight that we were all going to go to and I was going to see if you wanted to come too. If not I'm perfectly fine with staying home with you."

"No that's fine. I'll go." I say.

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"C'mon, kiss him and let's go!" Rydel calls.

I laugh and stretch up and kiss him again, "I'll see you later."

"Okay. Love you." He replies.

"Love you too." I say before turning to go out the door.

We spend so much time shopping that it is the middle of the afternoon before we get lunch. We decide to grab something quick at the food court before going to get our nails done. Aside from when I mention needing to get my clothes a little bigger, neither of us mentions the baby until we are leaving the nail salon.

"Hey, you think we could go in there?" I ask, nodding towards the baby store across from the nail salon.

Rydel looks over at the store, "Sure."

I walk over with her following. I'm not really sure what to look at but I don't have to wonder for long because Rydel has already made a beeline for the girl clothes. I smile and follow her.

"Oh my goodness, look how cute this is!" She squeals, holding up a glittery hot pink dress with ruffles at the bottom.

"That is cute." I agree, "Too bad I won't know what I'm having for a few more weeks."

"I bet it's going to be a girl." She says, looking through the racks.

"Maybe. I don't care so long as it's healthy." I rest my hand on my stomach.

"What do you think Riker wants it to be?" She asks.

"I don't know, probably a boy." I shrug.

"I wouldn't be surprised." She laughs, "I have a pretty good feeling it's going to be a little girl that I can spoil and buy lots of pretty dresses and tutus and be her favorite aunt."

"You'll be the only aunt." I laugh.

She glances at me out of the corner of her eye, "Are you scared?"

"Terrified." I say.

"What scares you the most?"

"I'm not sure. All of it?"

She smiles, "Well, I don't think you have any reason to be scared. I know you guys will be great parents."

"I hope so." I try to smile back.

We spend a little more time looking at girl stuff before making our over to the boy's then to the books. I end up buying a couple of books and Rydel talks me into buying a baby photo album to put ultrasound pictures in. We leave the store and make our way out to her car to go back home. No sooner do we get there then she is dragging me off to start getting ready for the party. I had hoped to get to talk to Riker and find out if he told the guys but I guess it'll have to wait.

A little while later, Rydel, Ratliff and I are in Riker's car and Ross and Ryland are in Rocky's. Rocky pulls out of the driveway first and Riker follows right after. We've been on the road a few minutes when I notice Riker is speeding and very close to the back of Rocky's car.

"You think maybe you should let up on the gas pedal a little bit? You're awful close to him..," I say.

He glances over at me, "Nah, it'll be fine."

"What if he hits the breaks suddenly? You'll hit him."

"Stop worrying so much, B." He puts his hand on my knee.

"I'm not worrying, I'm just saying you should be more careful."

He starts to say something else but is interrupted when Ratliff leans up between the seats,

"Yeah dude, you got a baby on board now, you have to be more careful." He says matter-of-factly.

I look at him, "He told you?"

He nods, "Yep. Congratulations by the way."

"Thanks." I mumble.

I glance over at Riker, relieved when I see he has slowed down. I gently squeeze his knee, giving him a small smile. It's about another fifteen minutes before we make it to the party. We are barely out of the car when I grab Riker's arm, stopping him from going in.

"What's wrong?" He asks with a frown.

"If you're planning on drinking then hand over your keys." I hold my hand out.

He fishes the keys out of his pocket and drops them in my hand, "Can we go in now?"

I nod, sticking the keys in my pocket. As soon as we walk through the door everyone starts going their own ways. It's really crowded so I grab Riker's hand to keep from getting separated. He leads me into the kitchen where he grabs a beer before going over to a group of his friends in the corner of the room. Judging by the way they act, they've already been drinking for a while. He jumps right in, talking and laughing with them like he had been there the whole time. I keep hold of his hand but stand half behind him. It's not because I'm shy but because one of the guys is staring at me and creeping me out. I've seen him a couple times but I don't know who he is, just that he and Riker know each other but aren't exactly friends.

"What's the matter with you, Riker?" Creepy guy says, "You get yourself a drink and not your girl?"

"She's, uh, DD tonight." Riker answers.

"Well that's no fun." He flashes me an unsettling smile, "You sure you don't want even one drink, honey?"

I tighten my grip on Riker's hand, "I'm fine."

Riker glances down at me, squeezing my hand before turning back to his friends. I stay there for a little while, long enough that Riker is on his second beer, but decide I can't take any more of the creepy stares.

"Hey, babe?" I say, gently tugging on his hand to get his attention.

Riker looks down at me, "What?"

"I'm going to go see if I can find Rydel, okay?"

"Everything okay?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah." I kiss his cheek before walking off.

I wonder around for what seems like forever before I finally give up, not finding Rydel anywhere. I start looking around for any familiar face but still come up empty. I am just about to go back to Riker when a hand closes around my wrist. I tense up. The hand is too tight and too rough to be Riker's. I slowly turn around and come face to face with creepy guy.

He flashes the same unsettling smile he did in the kitchen, "Hey there. What are you doing wondering around all alone?"

I try to tug my wrist free but he doesn't loosen his grip

"Let go of me." I say, glaring, "Now."

"C'mon now, don't be like that." He reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of my eyes but I jerk my head away, causing him to laugh, "Feisty, huh? I like that in a girl." He leans down so that his only a couple of inches away from my face.

My wrist is starting to hurt from how tight he is holding it. I decide to try a different course of action and land a hard kick on his shin. He yelps, his grip loosening enough that I'm able to get my wrist free. I don't hesitate; as soon as I am loose I start quickly making my way through crowd, trying to get back to the kitchen, to Riker. My heart starts pounding faster when I see he is not there now. I start to walk back out to search for his elsewhere when two arms wrap around me, pinning my arms down.

I start squirming and kicking, "Let go of me!"

"Not a chance sweetheart." He laughs.

He starts walking, dragging me with him. I kick and thrash but it does no good. Suddenly I am pulled into darkness, jumping when I hear a door slam behind me. He shoves me roughly against the wall, pinning my arms above my head and holding them so tight I know there will be bruises. He tries to kiss me and I bite his lip, hard.

"You little bitch!" He yelps.

He lets go of one of my arms long enough to slap me. It stings and I can taste blood on my lips. Before I can do anything he has pinned my arm back.

I try wiggling loose, "Get away from me!"

My mind is racing and my heart pounding. I don't think I've ever been this scared. My thoughts flicker to my baby. What if he does something to hurt it? I can feel tears welling up in my eyes and all I want is Riker. I clench my teeth when I feel dry lips on my neck as he presses his body against mine. There has to be a way out of this. I get an idea, but I know I'll only have one shot. I shift to the side slightly before bringing my knee up as hard as I can. I hit my target and he lets out a groan, dropping my arms.

I shove past him and manage to find the door and open it. I make a run for it, not stopping until I am out the front door and onto the porch. There's not many people out here but there is enough to notice if he finds me and tries something else. I sink down onto the steps, head in my hands. The tears are flowing freely now. I think about trying to call Riker but I know he'll never hear his phone over the music. I don't want to go back in so all I can do is sit on the steps until one of them comes out.

"Maya?"

I look up to see Rocky standing above me.

"Hey." I manage to say, quickly wiping the tears away.

"What are you doing out here? Where's Riker?" He asks.

"Inside somewhere. I…I needed some air. What about you?"

He gestures over his shoulder at a small group of people, "Talking to some friends."

"Oh." I'm careful to keep my face turned, so he can't see the mark I am sure is there.

He frowns, "Are you crying?"

I shake my head, "No…"

He sits next to me, "Then why are your eyes red?"

I shrug.

He looks me over. I notice his eyes grow wide and he gently touches my arm, "Maya, what happened?"

I pull my arm away, staring at the ground, "Nothing."

"Bullshit. There are bruises on your arm, like somebody grabbed you. What happened?"

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it." I wrap my arms around myself.

"Did Riker hurt you?" He demands.

I look at him, incredulous "What? No! Of course not! He would never, you of all people should know that!"

"Then who?"

"Nobody."

"Okay, fine, don't tell me." He stands, "I'll just get Riker, and we both know he'll get it out of you."

Before I can say anything he has disappeared inside the house. I put my head back in my hands. With any luck, he won't find him. Of course, I can't get that lucky. He returns a few minutes later with Riker close on his heels, a worried look on his face.

Riker is quickly kneeling in front of me, hands on my shoulders, "Maya, Rocky says you're hurt. What happened?"

I shake my head, not looking at him.

He sighs and cups my chin, lifting my head to make me look at him. He gasps when he sees the mark on my face. He reaches down and gently takes my wrists in his hands, pulling them away from my body so that he can see the bruises.

"Maya, who did this?" He asks through clenched teeth.

"Nobody. Don't worry about it." I mumble, pulling my hands away.

"Don't worry about it? Brooklyn Amaya, if somebody put their hands on you, then I am going to worry about it." He puts his hands on my knees, "Was it…was it the guy in the kitchen earlier? Josh?"

I bite my lip, trying to hold back the newly forming tears, and nod.

"I should have known something was up after the way he kept looking at you then leaving right after you…" He stands.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm going to kick his ass." He says, starting for the door.

I jump up, grabbing his arm to stop him, "Riker, stop."

He shakes my hand off and goes inside, stopping inside the door to scan the crowd. He locks his eyes on something and starts through the crowd. I follow him.

"Riker, don't do this. He isn't worth it." I plead.

"He hurt you, I'm not letting him get away with it." He replies.

I start to say something else but stop when I see him grab creepy guy- Josh?- by the front of his shirt and slam him into the wall.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Josh says.

Riker leans in close to his face, his voice full of venom, "You are. It's a mistake to put your hands on a girl, especially when that girl is mine."

Josh sees me over Riker's shoulder, "Is this about her? Bro she came onto me and got mad when I turned her down. She did that to herself. You should be confronting her, not me. It's not my fault she's a whore."

I feel heat flood my face and I take a step closer, so they can both hear me, "Riker?"

He glances over his shoulder at me.

"Kick his ass." I say.

He turns back to Josh, staring him down a moment before releasing him. He turns like he is going to walk away but at the last second whirls back around, his fist colliding hard with Josh's jaw. He falls to the ground, blood trickling out his mouth, glaring up at Riker.

"Get back up and I'll do it again." Riker warns. He turns and puts his arm around me, leading me away.

Neither of us says anything until we reach the car.

"What about Rydel and Ratliff?" I ask.

"They'll be okay. I'll text them and tell them to grab a ride with someone else. I can't hang around here or I'll go back in there and do something far worse." He answers.

I look at him but don't say anything, just unlock the car. We drive in a silence the whole way back to his house. I park the car but neither of us gets out. I feel his hand rest on my knee.

"Are you okay, bumblebee?" He asks softly.

I almost smile; he hasn't called me that in a while. He had started calling me bumblebee shortly after we started dating because, according to him, when I was hyper I was all over the place like a buzzing bee. When I expressed my distaste for it he started just calling me B.

I nod, laying my hand over his, "Yeah, just a little shaken up."

"I'm sorry. If I hadn't let you go off on your own this would have never happened."

"Riker, this is not your fault. I chose to go off on my own…but…it's not my fault either. It's that jerks." I squeeze his hand.

He leans over and kisses my cheek, "From now on, please stay with me when we go to parties. So I know you're safe."

I nod, "Okay."

He gently squeezes my knee before getting out of the car. I do the same, locking it behind me before following him to the door. We walk through and are surprised to see Mark sitting on the couch, watching the door.

"We need to talk." He says, looking between us.

Wow that took a while to write! People are starting to find out plus there's other things happening. Maya seems to be handling it all okay but how long will that last? And how will Mark react to the news? Stay tuned to find out!