Does it hurt? Lying to the man to the man that you would trade your very soul for, that just so happened to be the father of your child? It hurt worse than anything she could ever imagine! And yet, no matter how much she didn't want to do it, Emily kept it up, spewing lie after fucking lie. Soon, she knew that she would be in so deep, there would never again be another shred of light through the darkness she had created around herself...

"Hello?" Chris called out to Emily, trying to get her attention. "Are you on something right now? I'm talking to you!"

Shaking herself as his voice finally reached her, she blinked, "Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind right now..."

She had a lot on her mind? He was fucking in prison! And he looked like some reject Frankenstein monster on top of it! What the hell could she be so worried about? "Like what?"

Harsh as his demanding tone was, she knew that he had a right to know, that she couldn't hide it forever. "Part of me wants to run away, to go back home to that empty house in Vermont, but I know that I can't leave you, not like this..."

Rolling his eyes, he was growing impatient with her pointless prattling, "What the fuck are you talking about? Would you just spit it out already? Jesus, fuck!"

"I..."

Before Emily got the chance to finish her sentence, or what was hopefully leading up to one, Angie barged into the room, breaking up a rather lengthy moment of privacy. Instead of looking at her son - something she found next to impossible to do these days - the She-bitch glared over at Emily. "So, did you 'make it right' yet? Whatever that's supposed to mean. Did you tell him that you're now carrying on the legacy of the Genovese name?"

Emily swore, the day that that woman died wouldn't come soon enough...

"What?!" Not only did his voice fail him then, but Chris' eyes decided that they wanted to vacate his skull as quickly as they could, were it not for the retina still holding them in place. Falling into shock, neither woman needed the machines connected to his decumbent form to tell them that his body was trying to reject the news, his heart almost literally stopping for just a fraction of a second, his eyes dilating as the panic quickly became full-blown terror. Wide-eyed, the boy looked imploringly between the both of them, begging for at least one of them to tell him that this was some kind of a sick joke. Yeah, this wasn't some rip-off of Punked!, was it? "Emily? Mommy?"

Distant as she had become, a part of Angie could actually feel what was left of her heart breaking as she saw her son's hysteria breaking through to the surface, but she was too late to do anything about it, because that horrid hussy had already jumped to his side, doing her best to try to make him feel better. Wasn't it enough that she had fanned his sense of entitlement into what it was today? Did she also have to steal what remained of her job as his mother?! Must she be everything to Chris?! Honestly!

As Angie pouted over losing a position she had basically pissed away herself - all while failing to remember that she was partially to blame herself as she too had coddled and spoiled Chris - Emily had managed to talk Chris down, just enough for him to cease hyperventilating. He was obvious far from fine, and time was now slipping into the negatives - thankfully some very fat cats saw the chance at gaining a whole lot of mice and milk from this, so they kept a blind eye - but for a number of reasons, the girl knew that it was her duty to calm him down.

Once he could talk again, Chris could still mostly only gape in disbelief. "What...?"

"Don't look at this like you've lost your mother to her faulty tanning bed - think about it like your gaining someone else. That we're getting another little person to share all of the love that we could never hope to express to each other. We're going to be a family when you get out of here, and... Honey?" Watching in alarm as he began to laugh, Emily felt her grip on his hand falter for a moment.

Bursting out with a sound that started out like a laugh, Chris was torn between the desire to cry as well, because there was just no way in hell that Emily really was pregnant! There was just no fucking way! Sure, there had been that one serious scare back when they had first started dating, but that had been proven false, so this was the same thing! It had to be... Although... He looked at her - more critical than normal - it would make sense as to why she was getting so fat... But pregnant?! There was just no way that she was that retarded... But was Emily that vindictive? Chris knew that it was a common female practice to trap the male by producing offspring, but Emily? It was possible that this was her way of getting back at him for some imagined slight... No, had that been the case, she would have run to his side and just rubbed his face in it... Unless she wasn't sure as to who the father was...

"So, whose is it? Who is the fucker you slept with behind my back?" He would have crossed his arms, but currently that really wasn't much of an option for him.

Naturally her mind jumped straight to Dave, but theree was no possible way he could have known about that. Not yet. "What?! I didn't... I haven't been... What kind of a person would cheat on their boyfriend while he's hurt and in prison?!"

Good God, this woman was a complete moron, wasn't she? "I mean who knocked you up, dumb-ass. Although, you do look like you could have eaten triplets..." Chris' eyes narrowed suddenly as something dawned on him, "Wait, you haven't been sleeping around, have you? It would be easy enough for a nymphomaniac like you to forget that I'm locked up for an hour or two...So help me God, if I find out that you betrayed my trust... So help me, I might put your head through a fucking wall!"

Gathering what he meant (now), Emily scowled, "I'll have you know that this child is yours, no doubt! And I..." Well, she couldn't really deny the rest of his accusations, not honestly. "You know that I love you, and only you! You ass!" And then something hit her. "Wait, might?" Was it possible that he was legitimately starting to change? To reconsider his ways? Becuase the Chris she knew wouldn't have hesitated for a moment.

Studying her face - and weighing in all the facts - Chris couldn't deny that she did love him, and that he loved her, and that there was no way she could ever betray that. "So, you really are pregnant, aren't you?" He gave that statement a moment to settle, but it still didn't feel real. "Do you know what it is?"

Well this was a disappointing outcome... Angie had hoped that this was going to put an end to them... Well, there was always next time... And knowing them, there would certainly be a next time... Probably sooner than later too.

Smiling cautiously, Emily was glad to hear him taking an interest in their child. "Not yet - I was too busy worrying about how you were going to take the news... But my next appointment is coming up, so I should be able to find out soon." Oh, God, he was taking an interest in the baby! That might have been worse than him not caring at all...

Begging for reviews aside, I can tell you all that there will be at least one more segment to come, so that's good, right? Or is it kinda sad? Well, anyways, I had a difficult time with this one, because I wasn't entire sure how Chris would react, so I basically put in two scenarios. But mostly I think he would fall into blind hysterics, kinda like how he was when he killed his mother. Serious though, I love how when she died, not a single fuck was given! Chris panicked for what, a second? And I love how Javier didn't really even address her death directly. Anyways, you should review!

Kick-Ass is the property of Mark Millar and John Romita Jr. Emily Vela is mine. Knight, and all minor characters too.