Wow, thank you guys for the reviews! I thought since I hadn't updated in a while everyone had forgotten about it, and thanks to those who didn't, even if you're extremely angry with me right now . This is a mainly Peddie chapter, for reasons you all have probably already guessed.

*Two Weeks Later*

Patricia

"Come on, Patricia, you can do it. Just piss on the stick already," I mumbled to myself, pacing back and forth in the bathroom. I'd been denying it ever since I missed my period three days ago, but I finally ran down to the store five minutes ago and bought it. Now I was in some random gas station right outside of Paris.

It was all there, though. The lightheadedness, the fatigue, my mood swings. Eddie had even taken to the nickname 'Yack-Attack' instead of 'Yacker'. But we were leaving Paris tomorrow, and I figured this would be the time to do it, since everyone was off doing some last minute sight-seeing. I just told everyone I wasn't feeling well, and when they left I took off to the nearest drug store.

I groaned, and slumped against the counter. "Now or never," I sighed, and went into the stall.

Two minutes later, I was tapping my foot against the floor, staring at the clock. Some woman was knocking at the door, complaining that it was a single stall and that I had to share. She muttered something in French under her breath, and I yelled, "WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?!" She murmured something else, but I heard footsteps leading away.

Three minutes, and I was sitting on the counter, staring at the undetermined test. Why did they make these things five minutes to determine? It was like the company was TRYING to give me gray hairs.

Four minutes and thirty seconds. Maybe I could just throw it away. But what good would that do? I'd just freak out all the more six months from now. It was time, anyway.

I grabbed the test, and held it up for me to see, and sighed. "And we all go to hell," I muttered, and threw the stick in the trash.

oOoOoOo

When most people deal with stress, they start pacing or exercising or yelling at people. When I'm stressing out, I don't really like people to know, so I just try to act the same. So right now I'm blasting music at full volume with my ear buds in and have been playing Temple Run for two hours straight. Only a few people can tell when I'm stressing.

Unfortunately, one of them is Eddie.

So, when he walked in ten minutes later, he looked at me, and asked something. I popped out an ear bud and said, "Sorry?" "I said, what's wrong Yack-Attack?" "Uh, nothing, really." Then, reminding myself I'd have to tell him sooner or later, added, "I just got results to a test I took. I…I passed." "O…kay?" Eddie said. "So, really, why are you so stressed?" I shrugged, but my heart was beating fast for some reason. "I just told you."

"Why would a test that you passed stress you out?" he was obviously confused. Then, all of a sudden, his face unclouded, and there was fear. "What kind of test was it?" he asked quietly. Well, that was quick. "D-Does it matter?" I asked, suddenly scared. "Patricia, please. Just tell me. I love you no matter what," he said, crossing the room and taking my hands.

I was shocked. Eddie had never been so serious with me before. Even when I was sad, he had to work at not being sarcastic. But now…I looked him straight into the eyes, and whispered, "It was a pregnancy test."

Eddie sighed, but didn't break eye contact with me. "Well, I guess that'll make sex harder nine months from now." "Eddie!" I kicked him in the shin. He groaned, and clutched his calf. "What was that for?" he asked. "You're lucky. I could've aimed for something much more sensitive," I said, rolling my eyes.

"But…in all seriousness…Eddie, what are we going to do?" I asked. "Well…that's a good question. Have you told anyone else?" I shook my head. "I just found out today." "You handled that well, then," Eddie said. "Why, thanks, weasel. But…what are we going to do?" "I don't know. But trust me; I'm not going to be one of those crappy boyfriends who run out as soon as they can. I'm not THAT much of a jerk," he promised. I nodded, and smiled for the first time in three days.

I know it's a short chapter, but I felt like that was a good stopping place. Well…bye, then!