She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at her face, her beautiful curly locks, her devious smile, admiring herself.

He stood behind her, frowning. "Alex, move." He ordered in an annoyed tone.

She rolled her eyes, moving further to her left, further blocking the mirror from his view. She took the mouth wash bottle in her hand, ready to gargle it. But instead, she started playing with it, tossing it from one hand to another.

"ALEX!" he shrieked, sending a pointed look at his wrist watch. They had a show the next day!

She grinned, holding the mouth wash bottle in her hand, reading its back. "Wow... I never noticed these fonts are so tiny." She scoffed, smirking at him. "Pfft… right. I don't read!"

"Alex." He pleaded desperately, almost whining.

Her devious grin widened, and she started tossing the bottle from hand to hand again.

That took care of the last shred of patience he had left in his body. He shoved her to the side, snatched the bottle from her hands (after a fight, but he had been working out, so he won easily), put the mouth wash in his mouth. His eyes widened in alarm, and she held her breath. He quickly threw all of his mouth's content into the sink, and grabbed the water bottle to wash his mouth. "Ew! Alex! What was that?"

She couldn't hold back her evil laughter anymore. Messing with Justin was just too easy! "Fish paste" she answered, once she stopped laughing and was able to catch her breath.

His face contorted in disgust, and he looked like he would throw up. "Alex!" he scolded, washing his mouth once again. "Messing with my mouth wash before our big show? Really Alex?"

She shrugged. "I'd mess with you even if today was the end of the world."

He glared at her, wiping his mouth with the towel. "Well, it isn't the end of the world yet. Tomorrow will come. We need to rest up. Big day tomorrow."

She observed him carefully, the fiery determination in his eyes as he spoke, the firmness in his face, the confidence in his voice. She shook her head in confusion. "I still don't get it…"

He looked at her again, and quirked an eyebrow.

She sighed, leaning against the wall of the bathroom. "Music was supposed to be your plan B… why did you decide to tour with me, even though you won the wizard competition and kept your magic?"

He smiled brightly at her, admiring the honest curiosity in those bright chocolate brown orbs. "Music was your plan B. We were a team… you couldn't have done it without me."

She crossed her arms over her chest in protest. "I could have totally done this without you."

He titled his head to a side, and just stared at her.

She groaned. "Okay, fine. I couldn't have done this without you. Happy? Now stop staring at me!"

He nodded, pulling her into a hug. "We need each other." He whispered.

She sighed softly, contently, peacefully, resting her head on his shoulder. Her eyes lit up, as her mind suddenly had a devious idea. "Hey Justin? How about you use magic to draw more crowd to our show?"

"No magic." He reprimanded sternly.

"Just once, please?"

"No."

"Please! A simple charm spell?"

"ALEX!"

She looked at his eyes, studying his emotions carefully, contemplating whether she should give him a chance to speak, even after the three years of no contact, even after the staying away from each other, even though a formal break up never happened between them.

"What do you want?" she finally let out in an exasperated tone, stepping back to let him in.

He blinked for a few seconds, wondering if she just gave in, or if his mind was playing tricks on him, and finally entered her apartment. She closed the door behind him, and motioned for him to take a seat.

He sat on the couch, looking down at the ground. The night dress she was wearing was doing no good to his eyes, or his other male organs, specially that male organ. He took in deep breaths, hoping the hormonal actions would cease long enough for him to reason with her properly. Three years of staying away was killing him!

"Yes?" she asked in an impatient tone, urging him to go on.

He hesitated for a few minutes, playing with the sapphire ring in his finger, suddenly finding it very interesting. "We need to talk about Ethan." He finally blurted out.

"What about Ethan?" she asked non-chalantly.

He cringed, unsure how to word it, how to say it out loud. "I… I want to share responsibility with you."

Her eyes grew wide in alarm. She was expecting questions, regrets, maybe even apologies, but she wasn't expecting something like this. "Justin, I…" she stuttered for a few moments, uncertain about her answer. "I don't need your help." She finally let out stubbornly.

"You can't do it without me!" Justin snapped.

"Of course I can!" she snapped back. "I have been doing it these three years."

"I am sorry Alex, I couldn't-"

"… Justin, you know what? I don't feel like talking now. Just leave."

"But I-"

"Just go, please!" She whined.

"Alex, you need to understand that I-"

"I need time to think." She cut him off. "You know I am not really good in the mornings… Let me think over this and see if I can find any good reason to let you in." she said firmly, resolutely, before getting up, walking towards the door, and holding it open for him.

He stood up, walked to the door, and stood there awkwardly. "Thanks Alex." He mumbled, leaning close for a peck.

She moved her face back, not giving in.

"Sorry." He mumbled again, looking away to hide the hurt in his eyes, before leaving the apartment.

She closed and locked the door, and sank to the floor in defeat. Why did he come to come back now? Why did he have to want to come back to her life again? Why should she let him in, after all the things she went through-alone?

She hung up her mother's call, and leaned back against the headboard of her bed. She had been taking the proper medicines at proper times (even though her brain was pretty much not working) and eating proper food (when all she really wanted was a bottle of poison. But that was for herself, not the kid.) she placed a hand over her round, big tummy, her mind running through the fears again.

It was going to be a boy. What if it looked just like Justin? What if everyone figured everything out? What if they took her boy away from her? What if they punished him?

She closed her eyes, trying to shut off all these fears, but the worst of all fears hit her again. What if he had some recessive genetic disease?

She brought her knees closer to her chest (as close as she could, with the huge tummy), and rested her head on them. It wasn't just her fault! This was his mistake as well. Why should she be the only one suffering for it?

The tears rolled from her eyes, falling on her cloth, making it wet. She was all alone in her house, in a horrible situation like this, with no one to talk to, no one to assure her that she'd be alright. And what about him? Did he even care? Where was he? Her lips quivered at the worst thought- was he even alive? He would have contacted her somehow if he was, right?

She shook her head, not ready to give up her hopes. He was alive. He was there somewhere in the wizard world, probably in the middle of a fight with the evil wizards. He would come back soon, and she'd tell him about the child. He wouldn't be mad at her for keeping it, right? He wouldn't refuse to be his father, would he?

He surely wouldn't change his mind her, about them. He would still love her, right?

(A/N: I hope you like this. this was basically the background of the story. I hope you can now understand how things went. Please review!)