Ch. 17, was a bit confusing, but it will all be sorted out (or most-of-the-way sotred out,) here.

Riff Raff was adjusting to life with Abner. Life with Magenta was all he knew, so being with a guy 24/7 was different. He was somewhat worried about the girls at home, and even Frank, so he knew things were lonely. Abner was a great guy, and he turned out to be a fabulous photographer, but Riff needed somthing else to do with himself. Riff didn't do anything. Just sit here, and let Abner take his picture. So, he decided to take Abner's scooter out for a ride.

It was parked in the small garage off of the side of the house. it was blue and white, and read 'Meteropolitan' on it's hub. a nice leather seat. "i think I like this..."

Aimlessly zooming around town, getting a handle on driving, who did Riff Raff see? Oh, the one and only - Columbia.

"Riff Raff!" she called. "Riffy!" she waved like a mad man.

He zipped over to her. "What?"

"Come on home! Maggie's huge! And what kind of a guy would you be to ditch her?"

"She's mad at me, and you know it."

"yeah...kinda...but come on! She's your sis-erm, I mean, lover!"

"Yes. I know that. And I have the paper to prove it."

"You should come back with me, Riff."

"I'm not going. No way."

"C'mon Riffy!" He gave her once last look, and then sped off. The whole way home, Riff was mentally kicking himself for not going, but knew it was for the better.

At home in the castle, both pregnant girls were sitting about in the sitting room. Magetna, in a gorgeous blue night gown she bought while in town, the first new thing she'd bought in probably yeras, and Lillian in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. It was nearing Magenta's due date, every day getting more and more exciting. Columbia, the bounciest of them all. She had already set up an area for both babies in the girls' room. Columbia couldn't wait to be a godmother.

Being so pregnant, Magenta had to stay downstairs, as close to the lab as possible. That night, she lay awake in the room, alone. She decided to try mental telepathy. Get a hold of him.

"Riff Raff."

-no reply-

"Riff Raff Vitus. Don't ignore me!"

Again, no reply.

"Okay. Fine. If you must be that way."

He heard her. He heard her, and lay in his bed, tears streaming down his pale face, missing her, and debating wheather or not to respond. But by the time he did, 'Magenta...' she was asleep. His sobs got loud. Abner came into the room. "Riff Raff, are you okay?"

"I miss her, Abner. I miss her. Mags." His throat was dry. He didn't want Abner, or anybody, to see him like this, but at that very moment, he didn't care. He know knew what he had to do. Riff had his mind set on one thing.

Frank, however, was not asleep. He was up in lab, trying his damndest to figure out how it came out Riff Raff and Lillian. Frank was the father of her kid, and knew it. Up and down, cross his blackened heart, kill him if he were wrong. But what Frank didn't know was, He'd grabbed the wrong result sheet.

He had just grabbed the original, the one he used as a decoy. Frank was the father to Lillian's child. Not Riff Raff. But Frank led them all to believe it was him. Framed, for Frank's wrong doing.

A/N Woah, alot of drama in this chappie! But, next chapter - Babies!