Author's Note: I hope all of you who stuck with this story enjoy this chapter. I will be back in a couple of weeks, or less, with the Bori story that I promised. And when I'm not writing that, I'm definitely going to be brainstorming for a horror fan fiction. I'll pick part two of this story up in a couple of months. As always, I don't own Victorious. Enjoy and goodbye for now!

Tori's POV

It was Christmas time. A week from today Trina, Andre and I would be headed back to LA to visit mom and David. Andre was really hesitant about it, and so was I, but mom invited the both of us to come so David would just have to deal with it. I know that I could make the situation better between us, but I've tried and tried again. If he wants to be a baby about something as stupid as me having sex with Andre, then I'll let him be that baby. There wasn't anything I could do or say to change his mind, so I just quit trying. Andre even tried to talk with him over the phone, but he would hang up in the middle of the conversation. I honestly didn't even want to go back to LA. It was kind of bittersweet. I'd see my mom and I'm sure I'd get awesome presents but if I had to fake being happy the entire time, what was the point? I didn't like the fact that I would have to pretend to get along with David just so our relatives would think that everything in our family was peachy keen. Fuck that. The only reason I'd even think about calling him "dad" was for my mom. She loved the holidays and I at least wanted to give her what she wanted. And what she wanted was for her family to reunite and be happy. But I wasn't sure if I could do that…not even because of David. But because I've been sick for a while.

"Tori?" I heard Trina knock lightly on the bathroom door. I had been in here for the better part of an hour, just dry heaving and groaning.

"Yeah?" I said weakly. I felt like shit, and I've been feeling this way for the past week or so. It hit me like a bus! One day I was fine, and then next I couldn't keep anything down. Not even sushi. "I wouldn't come in if I were you," I spoke up.

"Oh nonsense. I work at a club! I see puke all the time," she said, holding a glass of ginger ale. It's what I've been drinking for the past bazillion days it seems. "Here, sip on this."

"Oh god Trina, I can't keep anything down," I said, waving it away with my hand before I felt my stomach convulse. My abs hurt from all of the retching and bending I had been doing. "Fuck this sucks."

"Maybe it's time you should see a doctor," Trina suggested. I heard her put the glass down and felt her hand on my back rubbing around in circles, trying to soothe me. "I'm really worried."

After I actually got out a mouthful of bile and salty water, I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and nodded. "Well, I guess you're right. I mean, I've had food poisoning before, but never for this long." I said, putting the lid down on the toilet and flushing it. I moved over to the sink to rinse my mouth out.

"This long? Tori, how long have you been sick?" she asked, I could hear the worry in her voice. She sounded just like mom. That's when I knew she really was worried.

"I don't know. A little over a week?" I said nonchalantly before sipping the ginger ale carefully.

"A week?! Damn it, Tori, I'm going to make you an appointment with my doctor. I thought you were only sick for like a couple of days. Have you been getting sick at work?" she asked, taking a few steps closer.

"I won't lie. Yes. And while I'm being honest, I'm queasy all the time. The slightest smell makes me wanna blow chunks like a volcano. And all this throwing up and not eating has made me completely exhausted," I said before putting the glass down. I rubbed my stomach.

"Tori…now I don't want you to get mad when I ask you this…"

"Oh, great way to start off a sentence, Trina," I interrupted.

"Shut up. I'm serious. When's the last time you had your period?" she asked, a bit timidly.

"Ugh, Trina! I'm not talking about my period with you, gross!" I said making my way to the door. She side stepped me and blocked my exit.

"Tori, I mean it. You need to tell me," she demanded, then proceeded in putting her hand on the doorknob so I couldn't get to it.

"Ugh fine. Well, you know, it always came and went in high school because of stress. I can't remember the last time I had a normal period. I'll get ya know, spots every now and then, and then it'll go away. I've always had a weird…uh, cycle. The move, the thing with Beck, work, and my relationship with Andre are probably all messing it up," I said. I felt like I was going to get sick once again. But I played it off so Trina would just get the hell out of my way.

"Mmkay. Yeah, you're probably right. Well, you should still see a doctor. I'm going to try to make you an appointment with Dr. Pendleton. It'll be last minute, but I'll see if she can squeeze you in," she said leaving the room.

I stood there for a minute trying to remember where I heard that name before. Wait! That was the doctor that examined me after the incident with Beck. "Trina, I thought Dr. Pendleton was just a gynecologist…" I said, meeting her in the hallway.

"Well, she's also an obstetrician," she said without even looking me in the face.

"Wait. Hah! You think I'm pregnant? I think I would know if I was pregnant. If I was, wouldn't I have been throwing up weeks ago?" I said in disbelief. But in the back of my mind, it was entirely too possible. Andre and I didn't use a condom when we were together in November. Sure, he pulled out most times and only came in me once. But I squeezed it out. Plus, I was under a lot of stress and I heard that's bad if you're trying to conceive.

"Tori, there's always a possibility. And you're not on birth control? Just let me make the appointment, and at least we'll have an answer." She said.

But I didn't want the answer. I wanted to blame my sickness on food poisoning. I wanted to blame it on stress. I couldn't be pregnant. When Trina told me that Dr. Pendleton's office was booked up until the New Year, I would set out on my own to figure it out. Even if it was an accident. The last day of work before the holiday break, my friend and co-worker Natasha gave me a gag gift. A pregnancy test from some cheap dollar store down the street. I laughed when I opened it, but the moment I got home I took it. It said positive but I laughed, because it could no way be legit. It was from a dollar store, for chiz sake! When Andre came to visit, I pushed all the possibilities in the back of my head. He came to the door dressed in a Santa suit. He rented a car while he was here so he could leave Christmas dinner if need be – you know, with David being an asshole and all. He had a sack thrown over his shoulder, but I wasn't sure if it was just his luggage or actual gifts.

"Andre!" I nearly screamed. It was almost eleven at night when I opened the door.

"No, no. I'm Santa Claus," he said, embracing me after putting his bag down on the floor. He kissed me on the forehead.

"Awh, that's all I get? I was a very good girl this year, Santa," I said, grinning devilishly.

"Well, I heard that you got a bug. I just don't wanna get sick," he said, kissing me once again, this time on the cheek.

"Yeah. I've been fighting it off for weeks. I know I look like shit, but I tried," I shrugged before turning around in a cute little nightie I bought last night. I wanted his greeting to be perfect, despite the fact that I looked like a sick dog.

"Tori, you're beautiful. As always," he said, "Now can I come in or what?"

"Oh yeah! C'mon in, but be quiet. Trina's in a bad mood. She got in a fight with some girl at her job and got dismissed before her shift was over," I said.

"Well, between you and me, I have something that could brighten her mood," Andre said before taking off his Santa hat. He plopped down on the couch and patted the seat next to him. I flew over the back of the couch and snuggled into him.

"And what would that be?" I asked, looking up at him. "Is that something in your bag?"

"Nope. Listen. I've been speaking to Robbie, like a lot, lately. And he wants to surprise her by showing up for New Year's"

"Babe! That's great!" I couldn't help but blurt out.

"Shhhh!" he shushed me. "It has to be a secret, okay? Like, I don't even want you to remotely hint that something special is going to happen then," he said, hugging me closer. He kissed the top of my head. It was then that I almost bashed his nose in trying to get out of his grasp. The smell of his cologne was making me queasy. I ran to the kitchen sink, knowing that I wouldn't make it to the bathroom, and threw up. I felt his large hand on my back not long afterwards.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking embarrassed," I said, sighing before rinsing my mouth out.

"Hey, it's okay. You're sick," he reassured me. He ripped off a paper towel from the roll and handed it to me.

I dried my hands and mouth with it. I looked over by the door. "So, what's in your bag?"

"Luggage. Oh, and presents. I got Trina a gift card to some online sex shop," he said proudly, and when my eyes widened he spoke once again. "Hey, ew, no. They sell outfits too. I figure she could hook up her wardrobe, it's good for fifty bucks."

"Wow, you spent that much on Trina? I'm impressed," I nudged him and chuckled.

"Well, last time I was here, she was really cool. I had a good time," he said and continued. "I got your mom a signed copy of that movie she likes. Terms of Endearment? I got it off of eBay and it's signed by like three of the main cast members."

"She's gonna love that! I don't suppose you brought anything for David, right? I didn't get him anything," I said, crossing my arms.

"As a matter of fact, I did. I got him a mug that says 'World's biggest douchebag' in bold lettering," the both of us laughed. "Actually, I did bring him something decent. I got him a trunk organizer. You know, for the shit in his squad car? And the cool thing is that it's portable. He can fold it over, zip it up, and transport it like that," he said snapping his fingers. "That's pretty much it, I don't really know your distant relatives so I didn't bring anything for them."

"Oh, don't worry. I don't know them really either, I get a birthday card from half of them and that's it, and the other half I only recognize so I can avoid having my cheekbones assaulted," I laughed. "You didn't bring anything for me?"

"I did. But I can't let you have it until Christmas dinner," he said.

"Awh, c'mon, I'll tell you what I got you," I tried to bargain with him.

"No can do. And if you don't mind, I'm ready for bed," he smiled, grabbing me by the wrist. We headed towards my bedroom. I could see that Trina's light was on and I heard her talking on the phone with one of her friends.

"Night, Trina-Rina!" I called to her.

"Night, Tori," I heard her say back and she continued to talk on the phone.

"Night, Trina," Andre said, and snickered as we waited for her to say something. She stopped her phone conversation.

"Oh…night Andre, you two keep it down," she said.

I woke up to beeping. It wasn't an alarm kind of beeping, it was familiar. Kind of like when we put Rex in the hospital back in high school. Hospital? I opened my eyes slowly, and shut them once again after I saw how bright it was in the room. I finally mustered up the courage to just open them, and I was right. I was in the hospital. I looked around the room when a nurse walked in.

"Oh good, you're awake. Merry Christmas, Miss Vega," she smiled and came over to me. She was checking the IV that was hooked up to me.

"Merry Christmas…um, what's that you're pumping into me? And better yet, why am I here?!" I tried to keep calm, but it isn't every day you wake up thinking you're in bed and you're some place totally different.

"Hey now, you don't need to be upset. It's not good for you or that little one," she smiled. My eyes widened, but before I could say anything she continued. "And these are just fluids. You've been extremely dehydrated which is dangerous for the both of you. Let me go get your family," she said, grabbing her clipboard and exiting the room.

I sat, feeling like an idiot because I had no clue what was going on. I shut my eyes to make sure that this wasn't a bad dream or something. In the hospital. On Christmas Day? Yeah, total nightmare. Before I could piece everything together, in came my mom.

"Oh baby! I'm so glad you're alright, you had me scared to death," she said, her eyes tired and wet from crying.

"Hey mom, I'm okay, I'm okay," I reassuring her as she hugged me. She let me go, but not before touching my stomach.

"I'm so glad to hear that. I know you don't think being dehydrated is a big deal, but in your state, it's a very big deal," she said, sniffling and wiping her eyes.

"My state? Ugh, won't somebody tell me what's going on?" I demanded, sitting up in my bed.

"You're pregnant, Tori…" I heard Trina say from the threshold of the door. "And you're here because you passed out last night in the hallway, and you were lying on your stomach," she said, I could hear her voice breaking. She sighed deeply before walking over to my bed.

"I'm pregnant? But, I don't understand," I stammered. I didn't know what to say. It was not what I wanted to hear. Fuck, why couldn't I just wake up?

"Hi, Miss Vega," a doctor came in rolling some machine with him. "Good to see you're up. I'm Dr. Miller. If you guys don't mind, I'm going to go ahead and check on the baby again," he said, smiling over at them.

"No, please, I need them in here. Mom?" I said, holding out my hand to her. It sent her into a frenzy of tears. I guess I couldn't blame her. I had endangered the life of me and my baby and she was going to see the fetus that would make her a grandmother in nine months.

"I'm sorry, I-I-I can't," she said, and ran to the bathroom in my room. She closed the door and we could all hear her sob.

"It's a lot to take in. She didn't know. Nobody did," Trina directed at the doctor, and then walked over to me.

"I can come back," he said. Both Trina and I shook our heads.

"No, it's okay, I'm already in the unknown. I want to know if my teeny baby is okay," I said.

"Well, actually, Tori, your baby isn't so teeny," he said. "You're four months along," he continued and pulled back my blanket. "May I?"

"Yeah," I said as he continued, "four months? But that doesn't make any sense. Last time Andre had sex unprotected was last month around Thanksgiving. This baby should be nothing more than a peanut," I said, looking up to Trina and then the doctor.

"Well, maybe you're not remembering that last time Andre was in LA, remember?" Trina said quickly.

"Well that was in July. So, the baby would be about six months along," I said before shivering noticing that Miller had put away his stethoscope and squirted a clear jelly on my stomach. "Speaking of, where is Andre?" I asked, looking out the opened door.

"He went to get you some flowers," Trina smiled. "Aaaand to get away from dad."

"Ugh, David knows I'm pregnant?" I asked and she nodded.

"Why do you think he's not in here? He's angry. Mom was too, but I think it's more about being a grandma," she laughed softly and nudged me.

"Not to interrupt you two, but do you wanna see your baby?" Dr. Miller said. The both of us looked at each other and smiled and nodded.

"There it is," he smiled back at us. "Your baby looks completely healthy, which is very good because you were severely dehydrated and without pre-natal care for a while," he said.

"The dehydration was because of morning sickness? But how come I had it so late?" I asked.

"Well, some women never have morning sickness. Some women have it throughout their whole pregnancy. Every woman takes to pregnancy different. You happened to pick it up at four months," he smiled.

"Hey, if I'm like four months along, how come I'm not showing?" I asked.

"Well, some women might not show. It was a mystery to us, too, because you are so thin. But when your sister said that you've been gaining weight, it made sense. We had a girl come through the ER a couple of years ago and had serious pains in her abdomen, and it turns out she was in labor. She only gained like ten pounds and her stomach was barely swollen. The baby, despite pre-natal care, was healthy," he said.

"Oh yeah, I watched a show like that before. It happens often , right?" Trina asked.

"More often than we know," he smiled warmly. "Now for a big question, do you want to know the sex of your baby, Miss Vega?"

"I don't know; that's a big thing. I mean, I don't even know if I'm going to keep this baby. Knowing the sex would make it harder to say goodbye," I said, looking at Trina. She knew what I meant. We both knew, without having to say words, that this baby wasn't Andre's. The timing was all wrong, in both July and last month. He would find out that it was Beck's baby and he could leave me. I didn't know what to do. About anything.

"You don't look sure. I respect that," the doctor said as he started to pack up his equipment. "As a parent myself, let me offer some advice. We all make mistakes, and if you boyfriend…Andre? If he loves you, he'll accept you and this baby no matter what."

After giving me some information, Dr. Miller left. He was completely right, though. Andre couldn't leave me. He knew the truth about what happened between Beck and I. I was raped and he couldn't punish me for being pregnant. He couldn't leave me when I needed him most. And although he was a man that would tell me I was beautiful at my worst, deep down there was a part of me that knew it was a possibility. I mean, this wasn't his baby. He had every right to leave me. I couldn't even think about it without choking up.

"Mom, the doctor's gone," Trina said, knocking on the door. And out stepped my mom.

"I'm sorry, honey, I don't know what came over me," she apologized and took my hand and kissed it.

"It's okay mom, it's a lot. Why don't you all just go home? I'm fine…um, we're fine," I said, putting my hand over my belly. "Go have dinner and open presents. You can come back later. I'm still kind of tired, and I just want to rest."

"Are you sure, Tori?" Mom asked me. I nodded.

"I'm sure. Andre will be on his way back here soon, and he'll take care of me if I need something," I smiled.

"Okay baby, but we're going to be back later on with some food and your presents. I love you," my mom said before kissing me on the forehead and touching my stomach.

"See ya, sis," Trina said, "Whoo! Food!" she shouted on her way out the door.

I guess I was half lying when I said I wanted to rest. I sort of did, but really, I just wanted to be alone. I ended up falling asleep anyway. I woke up to some sniffling. I looked over to the window and the sun had gone down.

"Good, you're up. Tori, I'm so sorry. I've been an asshole. A douchebag. A stupid jerk. And what I haven't been is a father. I haven't been supportive. I mean, the whole time you were here, I debated on seeing you but let my anger towards you and Andre take over. You could've died or something and I let my hate about what happened MONTHS ago blind me. I'm sorry, won't you forgive me?" It was David. He was pacing the room.

"I forgive you, David, but I don't feel the need to apologize. I apologized so many times and you ignored me. And-"

"God, babe, you're…oh. I can come back," I heard Andre say from the door. He looked so handsome and had some flowers in his hands.

"No, that's okay, I'm just leaving, son," David said to him. He put a hand on Andre's shoulder and squeezed it lightly. "I'll see you later, Tori. I love you, okay?" he said before exiting the room.

"Where were you? I thought you were just going to get flowers?" I asked. I was a little sad that it wasn't Andre that I woke up to.

"Everywhere. Clearing my head. Talking to your dad," he said walking over to me. He placed a kiss on my lips and smiled. "Now that I know it's not a bug, and it's just morning sickness," he said.

"Talking to my dad? About what? Did you convince him to apologize?"

"No. I convinced him that what we did was wrong, but that you're not just some girl. I explained to him that I've been crazy about you since we met. That I think about you day and night. I told him that I was your first, so there was no need to call you a slut. And I also convinced him to let me give you your Christmas present," Andre said. His voice shook a bit as he reached in the pocket of his blazer and pulled out a small box.

"Why would you need to convince him….about…" my voice trailed off as I watched him get down on one knee.

"Tori Vega," he started before taking my hand into his, "I love you so much. And I would do anything for you. You're the lyrics in my songs, you're the air in my lungs, you're the beat in my heart. And I don't want anyone else but you," he said, taking a beautiful ring out of the box. "Tori? Will you marry me?" he asked, with tears falling down his face.

I didn't even need a second. "Yes," I simply said. "Yes Andre, I will."

"You will?" he said, wiping tears from his face with the back of his hand.

"Yes! I will!" I shouted as tears started to well up into my eyes as well. He slid the ring on and it fit perfectly. He embraced me and kissed me on the cheek. And as my head was in the crook of his neck, I had to say it. "It isn't yours, Andre." He pulled away and nodded.

"I know, Tori, and that doesn't change a thing," he smiled, and kissed me.

"Welcome to the family, son," David said walking in with his camera in hand. Then in came mom and Trina and they all gathered around me. Mom and Trina were of course ready to see the ring, and David went out in the hall, coming back with a nurse. "Here, can you snap a picture?"

"Come stand by Andre…Dad," I said, smiling. He looked me in the eyes and I could tell he was elated.

The nurse took the camera and waited for us to get ready. Andre slid into the bed half way and put a hand on my belly. Mom and Trina stood to my left, and David stood close to Andre putting a hand on his shoulder. "Say cheese!"

"Cheese!" we all said, with big smiles.

This had to be the best Christmas ever. My family, including two new members Andre and this baby. An amazing feeling overwhelmed the whole room. I watched my family, Andre and Dad talking about sports and Mom and Trina gushing over the fact that I was newly engaged. Yes, this Christmas tops them all. Hell, it was definitely a topper on a stressful couple of months. And after all that has happened: Beck taking advantage of me, the drugs I know I shouldn't have taken, my dad and I getting in a huge fight to where I didn't speak to him for months...

I still managed to be victorious.