LOl, if you're wondering what Jack and Claire's conversations said, here it is; P.S. I know a little from a lot of languages. I know Spanish, Polish, English (duh, it's my first), French, Swedish, Chinese, German, and Hungarian. I find time on the weekends to study a bit on everything. :T Some stuff I had to look up. :) AND some stuff I learned from my friend Trey (who's parents are from Hungary)

Jack (Spanish), "I can't believe you."

Claire (Spanish), "Well, you are a douche bag."

Jack (French now), "Pie is better!"

Claire (Polish), "Cake is way better!"

Jack (English), "Pie!"

Claire (Italian), "Over my dead body!"

Jack (Hungarian), "I hope your crops die repeatedly!"

Not much else to say about this. I still suffer from writers block. *cough, cough*. Soooo, without further skiddo...here is the latest chapter! WOO! Oh, and you can vote on my profile for the gender of Ann's baby. Guess!

Chapter 6: Annartica

A week after the wedding/incident

Cliff's POV

"No te peudo creer!" Jack yelled at Claire, as I was walking home from the clinic to my newly built home.

I stopped. This argument in complete Spanish was quite interesting. I was a few feet away, but hid in some bushes. Ann would be expecting me at home. She would probably hurt me, yes, because I was late from bringing her ginger ale. Morning sickness brings out the absolute worst in women. Eeeh.

"Well," Claire emphasized and flung her long flaxen hair behind her snobbishly. "Usted es un bolso de duchas vaginales!" she said. I never took Spanish, but this was quite interesting and funny to see them speak a different language.

"Pie est mieux!" Jack argued. Now, French? Pie is better? Better than what? And how many languages did they know?

Claire frowned. "Ciasto jest tak lepiej!" Oh, goodie. Polish now?

"Pie!" Jack said in English.

"Sul mio cadavere!" Claire shouted. Uh...Italian?

Jack stomped away and yelled. "Remélem, a nővények die tőbbszőr!" Hungarian? What the...?

What Jack said must've been pretty harsh because Claire ran away crying. Even the cutest and best couples have their issues. Claire and Jack were a pretty obscure couple. Perfect for each other. Speaking of couples. I gotta go!

THUNK!

"Ow! What the...?" I looked around as I rubbed the back of my head. Ow. What hit me? I tried to shake it off and walk forward, but there was a bottle I almost stepped on. There was a note inside;

Cliff, I know who you are. I know what you did to drive me away. I know you're happy now, but soon you will have to leave this little comfort zone of yours. If you don't come to me, HE will make you. Guess who.

Who could know me? Who could have sent me this? Then...it hit me. Could it possibly be...?

Ann's POV

Ugh, I stared at the mixing bowl in front of me. I had a weak stomach, not just now, but even before the stupid morning sickness. You could say I was a wimp...but only if you lived near a hospital. Gray, Kai, and Mary were over for some lunch today. Mary didn't really wanna come, but came to help me with the puking. Bless her.

"ANN!" Cliff practically ran straight through the front door to our kitchen (which was two feet away from the front door). Heh. That would be a sight I'd like to see one day.

"Wow, Ann!" Cliff said, sitting down on the barstool and panting. "Look...what I found."

I stared expressionless at him. Everything just happened so fast in the last ten seconds. I needed some time to process it.

"...What?" I said slowly.

Cliff swiftly flourished a note from his pocket. "This...this letter I found. Someone knows me."

I slowly lifted an eyebrow. Stupid Cliff. "Cliff, you do realise the entire town knows you, right?"

He made a face at me. "That's not what I'm aluding to..." he said then opened the note and read it.

"It says; 'Cliff, I know who you are. I know what you did to drive me away. I know you're happy now, but soon you will have to leave this little comfort zone of yours. If you don't come to me, HE will make you. Guess who.'"

Hmm...you had to admit as interesting as that note was, there was only one culprit I could think of; Gray.

I glared at Gray. But, he didn't realise this because he gave the 'I will kill you tonight' look to Cliff. Still angry, I assume?

"Gray," I growled. "Quit death glaring at poor Cliff! I'm gonna kill you." Gray just gave me an innocent/guilty look.

Then he groaned. "What? You actually think I'd threaten Cliff like that? I didn't. But, whoever did that is a pure genius. I'd love to know who wrote that."

"So, you're still mad at him?"

"Damn right I am," Gray snapped.

I crossed my arms and gave him one of my deadliest, lethal, volatile glares that I mastered when I was younger. He looked away and I inwardly smiled.

Kai spoke up. "Well...they obviously want you badly, man."

"But, who?" Cliff frowned.

I rolled my eyes. "That's a question beyond," I said, patronizing him.

"If they don't kill Cliff, can I?" Gray said.

I growled and lunged at him, but Cliff's strong-yet-soft hands had a good grip on my waist, preventing further movement. Everyone was yelling and saying stuff like 'woah, woah, hey, hey' and so on.

"Ann," Cliff spoke. "You should be more careful."

It took me a while to process what he meant. Oh. The baby. I guess I forgot for a minute there. I just sniffed and flinched.

"I think...I think I have a good idea who it might be," Cliff explained.

"Who?" Mary finally said.

"My sister..."

My face turned white. Cliff never told me he ever had a sister. In fact, he never told me a lot of stuff.

Kai laughed. "Ha ha, look at Ann. Her face has gone pale! She's in shock!" He was right, I was in shock.

Gray smirked and chuckled. "I guess we just entered into Annartica."

A/N: OMG! Cliff's sister? Wow. Yeaaah, but like I said, I've got good ideas but I don't. *shrugs* writer's block, I suppose. That, and I don't feel like writing it. Heh :T I'm lazy...:) Don't forget to vote on my page! OR, you can guess in a review. I can't tell you until the very end. ;)