A/N: I'm so sorry for the delay. I just got a new laptop (MacBook) so I've been busy transferring my stuff. Apparently, doesn't have a compatible document with MacBook. I'm going to try to find/buy a new Word Document in the future. For now, it'll take awhile for me to update. I have to send the file to my email and then use a whole different computer to upload. Plus I have school and finals. Bare with me. I'm trying to get ahead of the chapters. In the meantime, enjoy Junior's perspective in Chapter 2!

Junior Davis

I roll over reaching for Kris. All I feel is empty space. It's cold. She hasn't been in bed for awhile. I sit up, searching the room. All ready, I know she's in the bathroom. She's sick. Again. She's been like this for almost a month. What is wrong with her? I really need to take her to the doctor. I get up and grab some flannel pajamas. I struggle to put them on as I walk towards the bathroom door. It's shut. Usually Kris keeps it open just in case she needs me. I'm at the door. I don't hear anything on the other side. My heart beats a little faster.

"Kris?" I say.

No response. I put my ear against the cold door. I still hear nothing. My heart picks up quicker.

"Kris? Are you in there?"

Nothing. My heart beats faster and faster.

"Kris, come on! What's going on?"

I wait, but still nothing happens. I reach for the knob and twist. Damn. It's locked. I bang on the door this time. My heart is racing.

"Kris! Open the damn door! What the hell is happening?!"

All of a sudden, I feel a gust of wind and the door swings open. There she is. Her face is drained of color. I reach for her hand. It's cold. She's holding something back in her expression. Pain? Fear? Amusement? I don't know.

"Are you ok?" I whisper.

She looks up at me and takes her hand away. She grabs something on the counter that I can't seem to see. She hands it over. I take it and it looks oddly familiar.

"What?" I say, not registering any of it.

"Look." she says, barely audible.

Her expression is being held back. I'm confused, but I do what she tells me to. I look down at the thing. Slowly, I begin to remember, Pregnancy Test. Alarms are going off in my head. I look up at her. She nods for encouragement. I look back at the test, at the result window. I look closer, but I don't need to. Right then I see it. It's so clear. I look up at Kris and I notice that she's smiling and I'm smiling too.

"I'm pregnant!" she shouts. I'm overwhelmed with joy.

"Oh my god! You're pregnant!" I yell louder. I pick her up and circle and circle with happiness until we're dizzy. I carry her to the bed and we cuddle back together.

"I can't believe you're pregnant!" I tell her.

"Me too. I'm going to be a mom. And you are going to be a dad!" she says happily.

"I'm going to be a dad." I say quietly. I'm amazed.

She looks up at me with love and gives me a kiss before burying into my side. I know she's going back to sleep. She's going to need the rest. I kiss the top of her head and make myself comfortable.

I can't believe I'm going to be a dad. I shut my eyes, but all I can think about is baby, baby, baby. I'm afraid. What if I'm not ready? What if I'm a horrible dad? I open my eyes again, Kris is asleep. I want to talk to her, tell her how I feel. I need her reassurance, but what if she becomes angry or worse, hurt? I have to be happy. I wrap my arm around her and force myself to sleep, shutting out all my worries.