Okay, so thanks to a user who's name cannot be typed because of something completely fucked up about this load of shit that is my computer, here is Chapter Three!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TFIOS

"Mom, I just told Isaac." I say as I enter the kitchen. "And I told him that he can smash up some of my stuff when I die." Mom smiles at the last bit, before turning onto Mom-mode and saying, "Hazel, we need to plan stuff for the baby. Now."

"Okay, Mom, but, could I get Kaitlyn over here to help? I know she would love it, and then I can tell her the news." I question, and Mom just nods, before going back to preparing a salad for lunch.

"Hello, darling, what is it?" Kaitlyn's voice questions over the phone. "Just, come over here NOW, I have some stuff to tell you." I tell her, and Kaitlyn obediently hangs up and knocks on the front door about ten minutes later.

"What is it, darling?" she says, and I roll my eyes at her sophisticated language, before dragging her to my room, where I lock the door behind us.

"I-I-I'm pregnant. And the father's Augustus Waters, who passed away recently. I only found out this morning."

"That's a-mazing! Oh my god, can I help with baby stuff, oh, and - Hazel? Why don't you look happy? This means you have a part of Augustus, sorry for your loss, by the way, with you FOREVER! Isn't that a good thing?" Kaitlyn turns into a normal, American teenager, squealing and talking ten to a dozen. I decide that I will ease her into my other bit of news.

"Well, you see, in order for the baby to live, I have to give up my medication, which means, that" I gulp, not sure of how she'll take the news, " that I will most likely NOT survive childbirth, and that the baby will be born at least a month early. I-I-I'm sorry." I finish, as I watch her beaming face dissolve into a puddle of tears, which quickly sets me off.

"Why is EVERYTHING so dreadfully unfair? Why is it, that, in order for you to have a baby, you have to die? Why is life such a tragedy?" she spits out all these questions whilst I try to calm down. I guess that the hormones are getting to me.

"Well, I-I-I got you o-o-over h-h-here t-to he-help me plan f-for th-the b-baby." I tell her, in between sobs. "Because, I thought it would be just your thing." I have stopped crying, but I can still feel the tears rolling down my cheeks.

At that, Kaitlyn starts ranting on about how "names are of the up-most importance when it comes to babies" and how "without godparents, a baby's life is a true tragedy", both of which I translated to "Can I suggest some baby names?" and "Can I be the godmother?".

Laughing, I said, "Kaitlyn, would YOU like to be the godmother?" and she eagerly nods her head. "Oh, can I? Thank you sooooooo much!" she says, briefly back on American teenager mode.

I find myself focused on my breathing, as my lungs seemed to have stopped working properly, or, at least more than usual. That's when I remember, NO MEDICATION. A.K.A, 'spend the rest of your life struggling for breath more than you already were.'. I sigh, after all, it was MY choice to go without medication for the baby's sake.

I am dragged out of my thoughts by Kaitlyn saying, "So, little momma, what gender do you want the baby to be? Because, I want it to be a girl, definitely a little girl, one that I can spoil rotten" I giggle slightly at Kaitlyn's immaturity, whilst thinking the question over in my head. What gender DO I want? A little boy, who would be as charming as his dad, or a little girl, who would be so cute to dress up in little pink frocks and skirts.

"A girl or boy, I don't care, as long as they're healthy." I say, and Kaitlyn immediately starts on the subject of names.

"Have you thought of any, Hazel?" she questions, and I have, so, not five seconds later, I answer.

"Yes, I thought, since this baby is the 'infinity' for Gus and I that he always talked about, I thought, that, maybe, the baby, regardless of they're gender, could be called Infinity? Then possibly, Fin or Ty or something like that for short. What do you think?" (Well, I did want YOU guys to pick a name, but since nobody did, I decided to go ahead with my idea. I also want the baby to be a girl, nicknamed Fin, but you guys can tell me in your reviews if you have your own ideas. After all, Hazel could easily change her mind about the name and I think that Hazel could choose to not know the gender of her baby, as to 'not get even more attached to it' or something. Back to the story.)

"That's a cool name. Nice and unique" Kaitlyn says, and we sit on my bed talking for about another half hour, until Mom calls me to lunch and Kaitlyn decides to go home.

"So, Hazel, what do you want to do? I mean, you could just stay here, but Support Group is always an option for later on in the day." I groan, Support Group, really? Even though I found out that I was pregnant AND decided that I would shorten my life today, Mom STILL thinks that I should go to that Goddamned place? I somehow manage to put on a smile, and nod as my reply. This is going to be one fun(!) afternoon.

After Patrick finishes telling us all his depressing tale of the cancer he once had in his balls, and his current ball-less-ness, he asks me, due to me not going for AGES, how I'm doing. Well, I'm pregnant with a dead guy's child, decided to stop taking my 'prolonging of death' medication, and have had to tell the only two friends I have left in this world the heart-breaking news today. Yeah, I'm doing fine, apart from all those minor crappy details. That's what I WANT to tell him, but instead I tell him, "Well, I had quite an eventful morning, Patrick, starting with the discovery of being pregnant with Augustus' child." I say, and everyone gasps and looks at me. WHY, did I decide to tell everyone this? I take as deep a breath as I can with these crappy lungs that continue to get crappier by the minute, and carry on.

"And, well, for the baby's sake, I decided to give up my medication, which means that - " my voice catches at the end, and not for the first time today, I dissolve into a puddle of tears. Keep your shit together, Hazel, I scold myself for making myself look even more like a mess than I'm sure I already did. "And, well, you all know what that means." I finish, not wanting to go too much into detail, and zone out of the conversation as soon as Patrick tells the biggest lie of the century, "We're all here for you, Hazel." Yeah right.

So, what do you guys think about it? Please tell me YOUR ideas for baby names and genders, and even, though it would probably considered a load of fluff, if you like the idea of twins. I personally don't, but if I get ten reviews saying YOU do, then I'll make Hazel have twins. So, you know the drill, REVIEW, FAV, FOLLOW AT LEAST ONCE = NEW UPDATE! :-) Also, I'm thinking of changing my name to bookgeekfromblackheath, which I have already :

~bookgeekfromblackheath is outta here!