So, uh, hi! I know, I know, it's been a while. I'll apologise now and give you my excuse; my laptop wiped and I lost everything I've written for this story. Basically I'm having to rewrite this entire thing from now. I also have college full time and a full time job. That means I barely have time to breathe, let alone write, but your reviews motivate me beyond belief. So review and I'll see what I can do about another update before Christmas.

"Mitchie, come on, get up!" I heard my mom yelling from downstairs. I groaned loudly into my pillow in replacement of any coherent response I could possibly have offered. I knew that she would come up anyway in three... two... "Mitchie, get out of bed because you need to get ready for school and we all know how long you take." She spoke softly as she crouched down by my bedside, level with my head, after letting herself into my room. I rolled over to face her but left the side of my face smashed comfortably into my pillow as she began to gently scrape her nails across my scalp.

"I'm not going," I was being stubborn. "The doctor told me to take some time off school after being let out of the hospital." I reminded her since I knew exactly what was coming next.

"That was a week ago, Mitchie!" She sighed exasperatedly as she threw her hands in the air and almost accidentally smacked me in the face. "Why don't you want to go?" She asked me softly, compassionately, as if the answer wasn't already obvious.

"Hmm, let me think…" I trailed off sarcastically. My mom raised an eyebrow at me, daring me to continue, and with the mood I was in I did. I did not like to be woken up in the morning, Alex was rubbing off on me and I was pregnant. My fatigue levels had sky rocketed in a negative correlation to the length of my temper which had plummeted. "I'm close on eighteen weeks pregnant, I doubt my uniform will fit me anyway and, oh, everyone knows now!" I rolled over so I wasn't facing her and closed my eyes again, willing sleep to find me. Unfortunately, mother dearest seemed to have other ideas.

"Mitch, you have to go back, you don't want him to ruin your life any more by stopping you from getting the grades you deserve to graduate as well as we both know that you can. Come on, it's less than six weeks until you graduate. I know it's not really an issue for you because you're so clever but Alex needs to go back to school too and she's refusing to go in until you do so you can deal with it all together," My mom explained. I smiled slightly, although I made sure that my mom didn't see it. I loved how caring Alex was being. She was basically waiting on me hand and foot whilst I was off school sick and she was point blank refusing to leave me alone because my mom was at work and she didn't want me left alone in my 'condition.' Apparently no one had mentioned the news of my pregnancy to my mom but I doubted that was true, everyone knew that she was my mother and it was highly unlikely that she wouldn't hear anything about Alex's announcement. "You're lucky to have someone like her, Mitch. But she's not as naturally smart as you, don't ruin her chances of graduating just because you don't want to deal with something that you knew was coming anyway. Alex won't graduate if you don't get her to go to school, baby, and I know that you know that." Ooh, the guilt trip. That's low. Despite how low of a blow that was, I knew that my mom was right. Alex was smart and she could really grasp concepts of things when she set her mind to it but she really did need to be in school at such a crucial point, so close to our finals.

"One more day?" I asked her hopefully, lifting my head and turning my neck to face her and give her my best puppy-dog-pout.

My mom smiled softly and stroked my hair gently as if she was backing down. "Hmm… Nope," She said as if she was really thinking about it, although I knew that she wasn't. "Come on, get up now and get ready because I know how long you need. I'll make you breakfast and if you do get up now I'll make you whatever you want." Well, that's pretty low too, bribing a pregnant girl with food.

I reluctantly nodded and grinned at the thought of food. Quickly raking my brain, I thought about what I wanted to eat. "Pancakes with syrup and bacon sounds good," I decided finally after a good few moments of internal debate with my stomach and my brain. I should have been eating healthily to aid the baby's growth but once I had the thought in my head my stomach began to grumble and I just couldn't deny it what it really wanted. "With a side order of a few pickles." I added firmly to show that I wasn't joking and I really did want pickles with my breakfast.

"Coming right up, you little freak." My mom told me with a grin before ruffling my bed-hair and standing to leave quietly, knowing that Alex was still in bed and didn't need to wake up until around half an hour before we planned to leave, twenty minutes of that half an hour being to eat. Although, knowing her, she'd probably wake up to the smell of my mom's cooking. The girl was like a bloodhound when it came to food.

I smiled softly at the thought of Alex in the morning after having just woken up. I'd never tell her but I always thought she looked sexiest with her own version of bed-hair and her sleep shirt on which barely covered her butt. It was funny how she was comfortable enough to walk around my mom with her ass basically only covered by her boxers but I admittedly thought it was adorable... and quite the turn on. She did have a fabulous ass. I, on the other hand, was on the verge of tearing my usual sleep-attire and could no longer wear it as it was only a small and I definitely wasn't that any more.

For the first time since before going to the hospital I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-body mirror. I was only wearing my underwear since I hadn't bothered to put a nightdress on the previous night and when I did see myself I nearly cried.

I turned to the side and got a proper look at my bump; I'd only seen it from my position on the bed for the past week and a half, the only other time I saw it being when I was walking from the hospital to the car and the car to my room when I was released exactly a week ago after a four day stay there.

I gasped once I'd turned and finally realised just how much my stomach was sticking out. It looked like a regular sized soccer ball from my back to the largest part. Doctor Stevens wasn't wrong when she said that after a couple more weeks I would struggle to hide it. Gently, I began to run my fingers up and down my skin, feeling a slight tingling sensation there whenever I poked it. I was huge. I was a house.

After four attempts at putting my uniform plaid skirt on I gave up eventually and burst into tears as a sudden realisation hit about just how big I was actually in the process of becoming. And this was really only the beginning.

"Morning," I greeted Alex tiredly after consuming my strange breakfast combination. Alex smiled and pecked my cheeks, one on each, then sat down next to me at the table.

"Good morning, beautiful lady. Good morning, beautiful baby. Good morning, Sonny." She greeted the three of us before lifting the only shirt I had that I could fit into and pecking my stomach softly. "Are you not going to school again?" She asked quizzically whilst digging in to a plate of pancakes which I'd stacked high for her. She loved to eat and she'd mentioned before that my mom's pancakes were 'like an orgasm for her mouth,' which she obviously only said to me and not my mom. My mom just knew that she thought they were great.

"Unfortunately yes I am so that means you're coming too." I told her, although she had clearly already planned to go to school because she was dressed in her usual uniform. Fortunately for her, it still fit her. I felt envy wash over my body as I cause a glimpse of her flat, toned and beautiful stomach which was visible through her unbuttoned shirt.

"Why aren't you wearing your uniform then?" She asked dumbly with an eyebrow raised. I looked at her with an 'are you for fucking real' look but she didn't seem to get it, instead she just continued to stuff an unnatural amount of pancakes into her mouth.

"It doesn't fucking fit any more!" I growled and pushed my plate away forcefully then ran up the stairs. I was so hormonal and snappy because of going back to school, the baby and the stress of everyone knowing that I just couldn't stop myself from jumping down Alex's throat. Knowing what I would soon be dealing with was affecting my already crazy mood swings like a bitch and I couldn't bare to think of another six weeks of school contributing to my moods.

"Mitchie, I won't stand for you talking like that, I don't care what kind of mood you're in. Alex has done nothing but stand by you, care for you and love you. She did not deserve for you to blow up like that or use that kind of foul language with her, apologize now." My mom announced sternly through my locked bedroom door. Just when I was about to tell her to 'go away' and give up on the idea of going to school, I heard Alex's muffled voice too.

"Sonny, it's fine, it's not her fault," She was quick to defend me, her voice soft and caring, suddenly making me glad that I hadn't pissed her off too much. My mom was right, it wasn't Alex's fault. "Mitch, open the door, baby. Let's talk," She called slightly louder, tapping the wooden door with her knuckle and I could just picture her wincing during the last knock which was considerably louder than the others; she probably slipped and hit it too hard.

I didn't even have to think about it before I was walking from my space on the bed to my door, clicking the lock and allowing Alex to enter. "Baby, why did you walk off like that?" She asked as she sat down on my slightly creaky bed and turned at an angle to face me. She took both of my hands in hers tentatively before kissing my knuckles delicately softly. "Come on, tell me." She added slowly as she looked into my eyes and probably found all of the insecurities that I was feeling.

"I just… I feel disgusting," I whispered to her, unsure of how she would take it, whether she would even know which context I meant it in. "You know I've always hated my body and my weight, now it's just ten times worse. I'm as big as a fucking house, Lexi. I'm a whale. You can say whatever you want but at the end of the day it's not you that has to gain a dress size per week and carry this balloon under your shirts which no longer fit. This is all I've got that I can squeeze my fat ass into." I continued sadly, my eyes watering and tears threatening to spill. I fought it at first but eventually I just allowed them to slip out. I decided that I was already a disgusting mess from the neck down so what would be wrong with a little mascara running down my cheeks?

"I think you're exaggerating a little on the dress size thing, sweetie, the house and whale thing too." Alex reasoned with a small, shy chuckle. I glared daggers back at her to let her know that I wasn't in the mood for jokes which caused her to quickly stifle her laughter. "Baby, you knew that you were going to gain weight when you decided to go through with this pregnancy. When the baby's out you'll go back to normal like you want. Although, I happen to think you look incredibly sexy whilst you're pregnant."

I smiled reluctantly at her as I made a move to wipe my eyes which she quickly beat me to. "If I'm so sexy whilst I'm pregnant then…" I trailed off nervously. Suddenly my fingernails became a billion times more interesting than they ever had been before. "Why haven't we made love yet?" I asked, probably catching her off guard. "I told you that it was the one thing I really needed. The one thing I need is to be able to say that the last person I slept with, the last person to be inside me, not including the baby, was my girlfriend. I… I can't stand this. I feel like you find me so unattractive right now that you can't bear the thought of sleeping with me. Or maybe you think I'm tainted, someone else has had me and now I'm not just your-" I was abruptly cut off by Alex's lips crashing into my own, a brilliant way of stopping my rambling which she'd learned many months before.

"Mitchie, I think you're beautiful, pregnant or not pregnant. You're glowing. You're getting sexier every day, baby." She whispered before attaching her lips to my neck and kissing every inch of skin that she could get to, pushing my hair out of the way to allow herself better access.

"L-Lexi… We can't… Not now…" I told her as my eyes closed in ecstasy, the feeling of Alex's lips on my neck finally was basically enough to push me close to the edge. Maybe a quick one wouldn't hurt if we were quiet.

"I know. I'm just showing you how much I love your body," She replied huskily, placing soft butterfly kisses against my exposed collarbones. The shirt that I was wearing was a simple grey t-shirt that I used to sleep in so Alex had to move the material with her hands to actually get to my collarbones, not that I was complaining though because she was doing that thing with her tongue where she'd twist it around then dip it in to the valley there that always drove me crazy.

All too soon she had removed my shirt and rather tight sweatpants, leaving me clad in just my bra and stretched thong, causing my body temperature and hopes to sky rocket. I knew she said that she was just showing me how much she loved my body but I couldn't help but pray that maybe, just maybe, she meant she'd show me by exploring every inch of it, lingering in some places longer than others.

No such luck. "Baby, I know you're horny as hell right now but I'm serious when I say that I'm just showing you that I still love your body, okay? When we have sex again we're going to make love, it's going to be romantic, well-planned and generally adorable. It won't be just a quickie before school because you're depressed, okay?" She whispered against my burning skin, her warm breath colliding with the fire of my skin and connecting to become one.

"Oh… Oh, God," I groaned, partially in annoyance but partially in a pure desperate need. The sensation of her lips finally reconnecting with my skin was too much for me to handle and I lost any ability to form a respectable sentence. Alex lowered herself onto her knees, her head level with the main source of my heat, and then leaned up slightly to press her lips repeatedly to different areas of my expanded stomach. "Oh, Alex," I moaned to her, tangling my fingers in her hair and pressing her lips even firmer onto the skin just above my belly button where my piercing used to be pre-pregnancy.

"Michelle Devonne Torres!" I heard my mom's voice from my open bedroom door, a mixture of disgust and shock lacing her words. I turned my head to the door to see her having dropped her car keys out of shock and standing there with her face gradually losing color.

"What?" I asked with an eyebrow raised, not seeing the problem with the situation Alex and I were in. Then I looked down at Alex who had frozen mid-kiss. It could potentially look like she was either going down on me or on her way to it.

"What is… going on here?" She asked curiously, probably shocked even more that it clearly wasn't what it initially looked like. She slowly and cautiously stepped over the threshold to my room and leaned against the wall with her arms folded. "Alex, get up off your knees," She instructed firmly. Alex complied quickly and handed me my black sweats and grey shirt. I threw them on, ignoring the protests of the elastic around the waistband of my sweats, and then turned to my mom with the most innocent smile I could muster. She didn't have to know that I was getting turned on by Alex's ministrations.

"I… Mitchie feels fat; I was just showing her that I still think she has a beautiful body. I promise that it was nothing more than that. I was kissing her stomach, the part she feels the fattest, to show her that I still think that it's beautiful." Alex explained with a blush that couldn't be denied tinting her cheeks furiously. "I'm sorry that it could have been misconstrued when you walked in," She added quietly.

"And you couldn't have the decency to close the door? I appreciate everything that you're doing for my daughter Alex but I don't want to see that. I think it's beautiful that you're still making sure that she feels beautiful but that's not anything that a mother wants to see." My mom directed her statement to Alex before glancing at the clock on my bedroom wall. "Oh, shoot, I have to go to school. I'll see you girls last period. I trust you girls."

'That's the pregnant lesbian,' 'I wonder who the daddy is,' 'Look at her bump! How did we not see that before?' 'Do you think she's faking?' 'Poor Alex, I can't believe she cheated,' and 'Do you think she lost the baby when she fell?' were just some of the whispered or sometimes shouted comments that I heard directed at me as I walked through the halls before the first classes of the day were due to begin. Obviously I was attracting attention from my clothing which wasn't the regulation uniform that everyone else was dressed in.

"Mitchie, Alex, it's good to have you back… Does your uniform no longer fit?" I was greeted by the principal when he caught a glimpse of me during the conducting of a surprise uniform check. As he'd said before I was of course excused from the check but that didn't stop his attention turning to me when he saw me.

"Not any more, Sir. I'm getting too big." I admitted shyly, my cheeks turning to the same colour of Alex's previously. "I'm sorry if this is too relaxed for school but it's literally all that I have that fits right now. I don't know what I'm going to wear tomorrow." I added, tugging at the shirt which was riding up slightly, exposing the bottom of my humongous bump. Well, it was huge to me. To others it was a typical bump for a naturally thin girl who was eighteen weeks pregnant.

"That's fine for now. Have you considered maternity shopping?" He inquired, seemingly dropping his uniform check and leading us into his office. Alex held my hand the entire time, refusing to leave my side despite the principal's obvious displeasure that we were practically attached at the hip. She knew the discomfort I felt in rooms with male teachers and she was so caring and gentle about helping me to deal with how I felt.

"Honestly, not yet, Sir… I thought the doctor was exaggerating when she said that I'd start to show a lot over the past two weeks… I guess not." I told him sadly, looking down to my stomach and suddenly despising it again. "I'll try to get something more school-appropriate as soon as possible so I don't stick out like a sore thumb."

Alex must have caught on to how I was looking at my stomach and placed a hand on it gently, allowing her hand to take the shape of my round abdomen. "You're still beautiful, okay? Don't forget what I told you this morning. This isn't forever." She reminded me with a sad smile. I offered a weak one back and turned back to the principal.

"That's fine, just get what's comfortable for you to wear. I remember my wife complaining that nothing except from clothes similar to what you're wearing now were comfortable. Is everything okay with you both after your fall?" He asked, clearly not referring to me and Alex.

"It was close but she's fine. I'm just having a lot of fatigue; I took, like, three naps yesterday. They weren't short either. One lasted for, like, an hour and a half." I told him with a small chuckle at how tired my baby girl was making me.

"She?" He questioned, shocked. I nodded in response and he smiled back. "I didn't realise that you were so far along. Would you like to have a look at your schedule? We could see about having you removed from a couple of your classes, perhaps the ones you feel more confident in and are confident that you can pass without the classes or ones that you're struggling with and have no desire to pass, because I know that every student generally has at least one, don't they Alex?" He joked with her slightly and she rolled her eyes in response. Before we met she used to spend half of her life in the office with the principal, so much so that I was quite surprised that they weren't on first name terms. "That will then give you time to either go to the library and take a nap or go home and do so, or you could go to the nurses office and lie down on the bed for a while." He offered kindly. I would be flattered by how caring he seemed to be but I knew that he was only really being like that because the nicer he was, the more likely I was to keep my mouth shut about the fact that one of his employee's was the man that unwillingly got me pregnant.

"No thank you, Sir. I have a free period where I should have Gym every day so I can use that time since it's not really very safe for me to be playing dodgeball or doing crazy body bends during the class. If I feel that I need more time I will let you know but I am determined to pass everything that I'm studying right now."

"Very well then. Off you go to your first lessons, girls. If you have any problems throughout the day just let me know, please."

"Oh, actually, Sir, there was something…" Alex piped up but gradually trailed off nervously and scratched the back of her neck. "I was wondering if it would be possible for me to have my first three classes of the morning transferred to Mitchie's. I mean, we have the same subjects, just different difficulty levels. I just want to be there for her at all times, especially since everyone knows now." She asked with a hopeful glint in her eyes. I loved the idea of having her around to take care of the baby and me all the time but I also quite enjoyed my quality time with Bethan in Spanish class first thing. We could be feminine together and not have Alex's guy side acting like it was really lame and trying to turn the conversation to soccer or hot girls.

"Are you sure you can handle the workload?" He asked uncertainly.

"I'm sure that I'll concentrate much better if Mitchie is next to me and I know that she's okay. I've been trying really hard in classes since meeting Mitch and the fact that I now know I'm going to have a family to provide for is enough motivation to make me work my absolute hardest." Alex gave an obviously predetermined speech. As kind, caring and profound as she was with me, education was the last thing she gave a shit about so that speech was obviously pulled out of her ass.

"You two go to your lessons today as normal and by tomorrow I'll have something arranged for you." He said. "Good day, girls."

I was forced to enter my Spanish class late, basically an open invitation for me to be on the receiving end of snide remarks and stares from the pupils and a disapproving look and interrogation in front of the class from the teacher.

I noticed Bethan sitting at the back and she offered a small, unsure smile back to me. "I'd like to ask why you're so late, Michelle, but more importantly, where is your uniform?" Asked the newish Spanish teacher. She was very young and pretty, kind when you didn't piss her off and basically a God send after him. She'd been called in at the last minute to replace himand until now I'd never had any kind of an issue with her.

"I… uh…" I stammered, trying to quickly string together a sentence that would tell her why but not be horribly blunt about it.

Apparently I didn't have to because Johnny Reid shouted from the back. "It's because she's a pregnant slut and she's too fat for her uniform!" He called uncaringly. He earned a few laughs and jeers from the class and the teacher raised her eyebrow at me, questioning if what he'd said was true. I nodded wordlessly, knowing that she would realise. I couldn't work out how she hadn't noticed but maybe it was just her being polite and not mentioning my drastic weight gain.

"Go and take your seat, Mitchie. I'll come and speak to you when I've finished explaining the assignment."

I nodded again and trudged my way across the classroom, feeling everybody's eyes on me. I rested my hand on my belly after tugging at the bottom of my shirt to re-cover my skin. "So did she lose the baby or not?" I heard someone ask and that was one thing I had to turn around to.

"Do I look like I fucking lost it? Jesus Christ, you don't really think I'm this fat without a child growing inside me, do you?" I asked angrily to no one in particular since I didn't know who was responsible for the comment.

"Mitchie, calm down." That was the teacher.

"I can't believe you cheated on Alex, dude. We all like her, you're just some slut that she's been dating. We've known her for longer, it's always going to be her over you." That was a girl from the back, I think she was one of the irregular members of Alex's friendship group. Some days she would be there, others she would be mingling with different people.

"That's enough, Caitlyn. Mitch, come sit," Bethan announced, grabbing everybody's attention and silencing Caitlyn. She patted my usual seat next to her and I quickly complied, grateful that she had defended me.

Thank God for Bethan in this class.

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