Title: Tribe 3: Wonderwall
Chunk 13: Sections 61 thru 65
Fandom: The Tribe
Author: PinkTribeChick
Summary: I said maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me . . . Life goes on for the Mall Rats after the Chosen take over the city.
Extended Summary: Essentially, this is an Alternate Universe story for Series 3 and beyond of the Tribe. I won't say anything more than that, because I don't want to spoil anything for those of you who have never read this before
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Too many to name! But Bray-Amber, Lex-Zandra, Ryan-Salene, and Jack-Ellie, for starters. There will also be some Tribe-character with original character pairings.
Author's Notes: Again many thanks as always go to Brett The Mole, as he was the one who talked me into sharing this story with others when I first started writing it, and he was the one who kept bugging me to complete it. I wouldn't have gotten anywhere without you, Brett! And major thanks to Ariannya, Whit, and all the others who at various times read and proofed sections for me and gave me their invaluable feedback.
Enjoy, and please review! Feedback is much appreciated!
Disclaimer: All characters, situations, and song lyrics remain the property of their respective owners. Troy Wisneski belongs to the author Paula Boock, from her Tribe novel "Power and Chaos." Any original characters are sole property of me, PinkTribeChick.
Tribe 3: Wonderwall
Sections 61 thru 65
Sienna watched enviously as KC fed Cloe a piece of bread. She narrowed her eyes, sighing loudly. KC was really sweet and cute. And he was with the wrong girl. Charlie sat down beside her.
"Sie . . . earth to Sienna. Come in, please, little sister!" Charlie waved his hand in front of her face. She snapped out of her trance.
"Huh?" she said, looking over at him, with a dazed expression on her face.
"What's eating you?" Charlie asked, biting into the apple he'd grabbed from the food store. "You've been really out of it the past couple of days."
"I have not. You're the one that's been otherwise preoccupied, not me," she retorted.
"Preoccupied? With what?" he responded, confused.
"With what? More like with whom. Don't play innocent with me, Charlie," Sienna said, grinning at him. "Your new girlfriend, Patsy? Or did you forget?" Charlie's face flushed, and he looked down at the apple in his hand.
"I don't know what you're talking about. We're nothing more than friends," he said quietly.
"You don't think I notice the way you gaze at her and sigh longingly? You're so transparent, Charlie," she said, laughing. "But I do believe you're not only bewitched by her. You've succeeded in bewitching her." Sienna pointed across the room to where Patsy sat at a table with Dal, Jack, and Tzara. Charlie looked at Patsy, to find her staring adamantly at him. Her eyes widened, and she looked away quickly when she realized he'd noticed her staring.
"Maybe . . . just maybe . . . ," Charlie murmured to no one in particular.
"Definitely, Charlie. You lack self-confidence, you know that?" Sienna said, patting him on the arm. "I'll make you a deal."
"What kind of a deal?" Charlie asked, eyeing his sister suspiciously.
"I'll help you hook up with Patsy, if . . ." Sienna began.
"If what? Why can't you just do something nice for me for a change, without expecting anything in return? Every time I do something for you in return for you doing something nice for me, I end up getting screwed over by you or getting into big trouble. I'm not going there again," Charlie responded.
"You won't get screwed over or get in trouble this time, I promise," she said. She gave him her best wide-eyed puppy dog impression. "Please?"
"Alright, tell me what it is first, and then I'll tell you what my answer is," he said.
"Well . . . I'll hook you up with Patsy, if you help me get KC," Sienna said.
"But KC's with Cloe," Charlie said, looking at Sienna. He saw the gleam in her eye and knew she had fallen for KC. "Oh, no. I'm not doing that again. I'm not going to tell some lie or trick some innocent person just so you can have the guy you want." He knew exactly what she had up her sleeve, and he wasn't about to try that game again. He didn't want Patsy to find out about it and think he was a bad person, just because he'd helped to break up her two best friends.
"Come on, Charlie! If you don't do it, I'll blurt out to everyone in this room that you like Patsy, and you want her body," Sienna said. Charlie gave her a pointed look.
"I'll do that myself. But I'm not helping you. You're on your own with this one," he said.
"You don't have the guts to say that out loud in front of everyone, and we both know you don't," she countered.
"Wanna bet?" he said, standing up. "Listen up, everybody." All heads in the room turned to look at him. "Just so my big-mouth little sister doesn't do this for me and try to blackmail me for it, I'd like to announce that I'm in love with Patsy. Anyone have any problems with that?" Everyone shook their heads. Patsy turned red and slid down in her seat, while Sienna burst out laughing. Charlie turned back to his sister. "See, I told you I'd do it. You're on your own now." With that he grabbed his apple and walked out of the room.
"Oh, boy, is he a goner!" Sienna said, snickering as he walked off. Charlie was really hooked on Patsy, and what he'd just done was proof enough of it to Sienna. She saw Patsy get up and walk over to the sink, so she followed her. "Sorry 'bout that, Pats."
"Why did he do that?" Patsy asked, looking at Sienna sheepishly.
"Because I threatened to do it for him. He really means it, though. I'm sure of that," Sienna said, smiling at Patsy.
"You mean, he likes me?" Patsy asked.
"It's way beyond that. Normally, Charlie would never do anything like that. Especially for a girl. So I'm pretty sure that it's safe to say that he's in love with you," Sienna said. Patsy nodded. "How do you feel about him?"
"I like him . . . but I don't know if I actually love him . . . yet, anyway," Patsy said, smiling.
"Well, then I think you should go tell him," Sienna said. Patsy nodded, then walked off. Sienna looked over at KC and Cloe. They were cuddling as they talked to Bray and Amber. Sienna wasn't about to give up without a fight. Get ready, Cloe. Cause your life is gonna be hell now, Sienna thought, smiling mischievously to herself. She left the café and went to her room to start contemplating her course of action to break up KC and Cloe.
"You look amazing!" Zandra exclaimed, as Amber came out from behind the partition, wearing her wedding dress.
"Really?" Amber said nervously. She wore a long, shimmery, crimson colored skirt, a cream colored peasant top that fit her up body tightly, and a pair of strappy brown sandals.
"I mean it. Bray's going to pass out when he sees you, Am," Zandra said.
"I hope so," Amber replied. She walked over to Michael's cot on the bed, and faltered slightly, falling to her knees. Zandra rushed over to her.
"Are you okay?" Zandra said, helping her up.
"Yeah . . . just a little dizzy. That means it's time for me to eat again," Amber said, picking Michael up.
"Are you sure? You look horrible, all pale and stuff," Zandra responded.
"I look horrible? But you just said you though I looked amazing," Amber said, laughing.
"That's not what I meant. It's just . . . that you're running yourself ragged, Amber, and it worries me. I don't want you to get sick again," Zandra said.
"Oh, not you, too. I already got this speech from Bray this morning. I don't know how he found out about it," Amber said, giving Zandra a pointed look.
"I thought that since you wouldn't listen to me, you might listen to him instead. You know you don't have to run the tribe all by yourself," Zandra said.
"Yes, but I was elected to, and I can't shirk that responsibility, no matter what you or Bray say," Amber said.
"Even if it means sacrificing your life?" Zandra said. Amber became quiet and looked down at her feet. She placed Michael back in the cot and walked back behind the partition to change back into her regular clothes. "You're going to kill yourself if you don't let up, you know that." Amber gave no response.
Zandra sighed in frustration and walked out of the room. Sometimes, Amber could be more stubborn than even a mule. Amber pulled her shirt back on, then picked up Michael again and walked to the café. She knew Zandra and Bray were right, but she hated to let everyone down. She got a bottle out of the cabinet in the café and poured water and baby formula into it, then shook it up with the lid on. She grabbed a banana for herself out of the food store. Sitting down at the table, she peeled the banana while holding Michael and took a bite. She devoured it quickly, and started feeding her son his bottle.
"Hi," Bray said quietly, walking into the café. He sat down across the table from Amber and the baby.
"Hi," Amber said, smiling halfheartedly. Bray just sat there silently, staring at her as he always did when he was trying to convince her about something. She looked up from Michael, to see Bray staring. She rolled her eyes exasperatedly and plunked Michael's empty bottle down on the table. "Alright."
"Alright what?" he said.
"Alright, I'll back off things a bit. Let everyone start helping out more. But I'm only doing it because I want to stay alive, so I see our son grow up and so I can grow old with you. That's if the virus doesn't wipe us out first. But I'll back off and start taking better care of myself, I promise," she responded. Bray smiled at her. She lifted Michael up onto her shoulder and burped him.
"Thank you, Amber," Bray said softly. He got up and walked around to where he stood behind her, and put his hands on her shoulders. "I really don't want to lose you for real. And I don't think Michael does either." He kissed her on the forehead. "Want me to put him down for his nap?" She nodded, handing him the little boy.
"I love you," she said, kissing Bray gently. He smiled again.
"I love you, too," he said. With that, he took Michael to the nursery. The remainder of the day was pretty uneventful, which was a change from the way things had been the past couple of weeks. Everyone took it as a sign that the weeding was going to go smoothly. And it would, on the bride and groom's part, but there were some unexpected guests making their way to the mall.
"Oh, Amber!" Cloe squealed as Amber stepped out from behind the partition, completely dressed and ready for the wedding. Zandra had pulled Amber's hair back into a simple french twist, with a few curly tendrils hanging down, and she'd insisted on doing Amber's make-up, with was simple, but elegant. She held a bunch of daisies in her hands.
"Dal, do you have the ring?" Amber asked, looking at him. He looked so cute, wearing a white doublet and black trousers, like the other guys had done.
"Right here," he replied, pulling the ring out of his pocket and smiling. A few days before, Amber had sent Dal and Tzara on a ring mission. They'd trekked back to Amber's old home in another sector of the city to retrieve her father's wedding ring from it's place in her father's safe. Her father had put all his valuables there when the virus had first hit, for safekeeping, and he'd told Amber the combination before he died, just in case she ever needed anything from it. The ring was a thick silver wedding band that Amber had never seen her father take off his finger until her mother died of the virus. Her mother had died of it months before her father had, and he'd taken it off simply because it hurt him so much to look at it, because it reminded him of her mother.
"Put it on your finger so you don't lose it, okay?" she instructed. Dal nodded and put the ring on his thumb, where it fit quite snugly. "Zandra, are the guys and Tai-San ready?"
"Yeah," Zandra said, holding the baby monitor in her hand along with her bouquet. Not only was she a bridesmaid, but she was the baby nurse for Lexi and Michael until after the ceremony was over. "Tai-San said that all the boys are in place, as well as everyone else, and that's she's ready to start when you are. Just give Sasha the signal, and he'll start playing the wedding march." Amber linked arms with Dal, as the other bridesmaids scurried downstairs.
"You ready?" Dal said, smiling at her.
"I've been ready for this for a long time, Dal," Amber said, smiling back. She took a deep breath, as she picked her skirt up, so as not to trip going down the stairs.
Amber and Dal walked to the stairs, watching the bridesmaids walk to the fountain, where the guys stood with Tai-San. Bray looked up at Amber and smiled. He had his hair slicked back slightly, and wore a white partially-unlaced doublet with black trousers. Amber couldn't remember the last time she'd seen him look so incredible. Sasha played the first few notes of the wedding march on his guitar, and Dal and Amber started down the stairs. When they made it to the fountain, Dal gave Amber's hand to Bray, and they all faced Tai-San.
"We are gathered here today as a tribe, as one, to witness the marriage of Bray and Amber, two of our most beloved leaders. They have been through so much together, and yet their love has survived it all, and they have a son together. First, Amber and Bray have written vows for each other, and they will read those, starting with Bray. Bray?" Tai-San said, looking at him. Bray took a deep, shaky breath. He'd been rehearsing his vows for days, determined to have the memorized. He looked Amber straight in the eye.
"Amber . . . what can I say? You're my soul mate, and I knew it from the first moment I saw you, in the sewers threatening to hit me with a bat," he began. Everyone chuckled. "All I've ever wanted to do was take care of you for the rest of your life, to love you like you deserve to be loved. And now that we have Michael, I want to take care of him, too. I promise you, both of you, that I will take care of you forever, love you, make sure that you're safe, and protect you, no matter what, as long as there's breath left in my body, as long as you can stand to put up with me." Amber laughed, tears filling her eyes. "You're my world, and I promise to never forget that, and that I will always love you."
"Amber?" Tai-San said, smiling. "It's your turn."
"Bray . . . gosh . . . this is so hard. I can barely believe I'm standing here with you, and we're getting married. For someone who once said she didn't believe in marriage, this is like a dream come true. A perfect dream come true. I finally have everything I could possibly want. The boy I love more than life itself, a son, who is the reason I'm still alive, and a set of wonderful friends. With you and Michael, my life is complete now. And I promise, I will love you both for as long as I live, and I will take care of you, too," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks now. "And I promise I will take better care of myself, so I'll be around to see our son grow up and all. I love you so much."
"Now, the rings," Tai-San said. Lex handed Bray the small box containing Amber's ring. Amber turned to Dal, to see him yanking at the ring on his thumb.
"It's stuck! I can't get it off!" Dal whispered. Amber grabbed Dal's hand and started pulling on the ring. It finally slid off, almost causing Amber to fall over, she had been pulling so hard. Bray caught her and helped her back up, everyone laughing lightly.
"Alright, now that Dal's thumb is swollen . . . the ring is a perfect circle, a symbol of unbroken love and commitment. These rings are an outward sign of your commitment to each other. Bray, I want you to repeat after me as you put the ring on her finger," Tai-San instructed. Bray opened the small box and took out a small silver wedding band. "With this ring, I thee wed."
"With this ring, I thee wed," Bray repeated, sliding the ring onto Amber's finger.
"Amber, I want you to repeat after me," Tai-San said. "With this ring, I thee wed."
"With this ring, I thee wed," Amber said, slipping the ring easily onto his finger.
"What the fates have decreed, let no man dispute. You may kiss the bride, Bray," Tai-San said, smiling. Bray leaned forward and gently kissed Amber on the lips as everyone clapped. They then joined hands, and walked back down the aisle.
Suddenly, the security alarm started going off, and everyone turned to face the sewer entrance. Lex and Ryan grabbed a couple of pipes, and stood by the door, ready to attack. Two boys with sunglasses on walked in. One was a great deal taller than the other, taller than even Bray. Looking at the shorter one gave Trudy a feeling of deja vous. She looked over at Ebony, to see that she was pale and tightly clenching Troy's hand. Trudy wasn't the only person having deja vous. The shorter boy was someone familiar, but Trudy couldn't quite put her finger on it. Lex and Ryan raised the pipes, ready to strike.
"We come in peace. We mean you no harm," the taller boy said. He had long brown hair, which was pulled back into a ponytail, and he and the shorter boy both wore lab coats. "We're from Tribe Dorkus, the science tribe. We've come to speak to Dal, about possibly forming a medical clinic."
"I'm Dal," Dal responded, walking over to them. "Can I help you?" The short boy turned red, realizing they had interrupted something.
"Sorry, we didn't mean to just intrude. It's obvious that you were doing something important," the short boy said. He had curly short blonde hair, and even with the glasses on, he was good-looking.
"No, it's okay. We were fixing to have a celebration. You're welcome to stay if you like," Bray spoke up from where he stood on the stairs. "We have more than enough, and it'll give you time to talk to Dal about whatever it is that you want." The shorter boy looked at his comrade and nodded.
"Alright, we'll stay," the short boy said. "By the way, I'm Matthew, and this is TaiRon." The short boy took his sunglasses off, and Trudy and Ebony both gasped when they saw his pale, icy blue eyes. It was then that Bray noticed the boy's resemblance to someone.
"Oh, my god!" Trudy said, then fainted. Troy knelt down beside her, picking her up in his arms. Troy then walked over to Matthew and TaiRon, staring at Matthew in amazement.
"Well, I'll be damned!" Troy murmured.
"Is she okay?" Matthew asked.
"Yes, she just fainted. It happens quite often with her," Bray said, as he and Amber walked back down the stairs and over to where they stood.
"Her blood is probably weak, then," TaiRon said. "May I take a look at her? I'm a physician." Bray and Troy both nodded, and TaiRon walked over to Troy and Trudy. He examined her for a moment. "Her pulse is very strong, so I think it's not her blood. I think something just shocked her, and that's why she passed out."
"Let's take her upstairs and let her rest. And then we'll eat," Amber said.
"Alright. Come this way," Dal said, leading Matthew and TaiRon, along with the other Mall Rats, upstairs. Ebony stayed behind, walking over to Bray and Amber.
"That's not who I think it is, is it?" Ebony asked, referring to Matthew.
"I'm afraid it might be," Bray said, with a concerned look on his face.
"Might be who?" Amber asked, looking back and forth between them both.
"But you said he was dead and that you guys buried him at sea, burning him in the boat," Ebony responded. Amber's eyes widened as she realized who they were talking about.
"Zoot?" Amber spat out.
"More Martin than Zoot, judging from his appearance and personality," Bray said. "He obviously didn't recognize any of us, so I'm guessing he has amnesia." Bray shrugged his shoulders.
"It was him, no doubt about it," Ebony said.
"I just invited Zoot to eat with us?" Amber said, still in shock.
"Way to go, Amber," Ebony said bitterly.
"Am, Ebony, he doesn't remember who he is, obviously, so he won't hurt us," Bray said, hugging Amber to him.
"Let's just hope he never remembers. Or we're all dead," Ebony said. She turned on her heel and walked upstairs.
"It'll be okay, I promise," Bray said, kissing Amber on the head. "I won't let anything hurt you, Michael, or anyone else in this tribe. Come on, let's head on up to the café." Amber nodded, and Bray led her up the stairs to the café, where the party was already in full swing.
"Trudy, wake up!" Bray said, tapping her cheek lightly. "Trude, come on!"
"Here. Try this," Amber said, bringing Bray a bottle of perfume. He waved it under Trudy's nose, and she started to cough, her eyes fluttering open.
"What happened? Where am I?" she asked, staring at Bray and Amber, who were standing over her.
"You fainted. You're in your room now," Bray replied. Amber left the room to go get a glass of water for her.
"It was so strange. I could've sworn I saw him. But I was just seeing things, right?" Trudy said, sitting up.
"You weren't seeing things, Trude. It was him," Bray said. "It was Zoot. Ebony, Troy, and I recognized him, too."
"Oh, my god! He's dead! I saw him fall, I saw him float into the sea! What am I going to say to him?" Trudy panicked.
"Nothing, yet. He didn't recognize us. I think he's got amnesia or something. He says his name is Matthew," Bray responded. "So, for right now, we're safe. He's not actually Zoot. From what I've seen of him, he's more like Martin than Zoot." Tears filled Trudy's eyes as she grabbed Bray's hand and held it tightly.
"This can't really be happening. It can't. It's not possible," Trudy said, shaking her head. "It's just a dream."
"Trudy, I promise you, it's not. Even though, in a sense, I wish it somehow was, it's not. He's alive," Bray said, smiling sympathetically. He felt Trudy's grip tighten around his hand suddenly.
"Hi," Matthew said, coming to the doorway of Trudy's room holding a glass of water. Trudy felt her heart doing flips. He was so much more incredible looking than she'd remembered. He'd taken off his lab coat now, along with the sunglasses. She just stared at him, wordlessly. "Is it alright if I come in?" Bray looked at Trudy questioningly. He felt her grip on his hand relax, as she plastered a smile on her face.
"Sure, come in," she answered. Matthew walked in hesitantly.
"I brought you a sleeping pill to take, so you can get some rest. And Bray, Amber told me to tell you that she needs you in the café right away. I brought you some water as well, . . . uh . . . what's your name again?" Matthew said, as Bray stood up.
"Trudy," she responded.
"Yeah, that's it. Trudy. That's a really pretty name," he said, smiling. Bray grinned a little, realizing that not only was Trudy hopelessly infatuated with Matthew, but Matthew was feeling the same about Trudy.
"Well, I'm going to go to the café, since Amber's asking for me. Are you going to be okay?" Bray asked Trudy.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Matthew will look after me, I'm sure. Go enjoy your party, Bray. It's your wedding day, don't let me spoil it," she replied, nodding. She kissed him on the cheek. Bray smiled and left the room. Trudy then turned her attention back to Matthew.
"Well, I'm Matthew. It's nice to finally meet you. You had everyone worried, passing out like that," Matthew said, walking over to her bed. He sat down beside her.
"I'm feeling better now. I just got a little lightheaded, that's all," she said. "Do you know if someone is tending to Brady for me?"
"Who's Brady?" he asked.
"My daughter. She's just a baby, almost a year old," she responded.
"Oh . . . yeah . . . I think Patsy, the girl with the white blonde bangs and dark blonde hair, is taking care of her. That's her name, isn't it?" he said.
"Yeah, that's Patsy. Good. I don't want her to be neglected just because I'm not feeling well and can't take care of her," Trudy said, smiling at him again.
"I'm not usually this bad with names, it's just that I'm a little out of it today, and I can barely remember all these new names, let alone my own name," he said. That made Trudy laugh a little.
"It's okay. It was days before I got everyone's name down, and I had just given birth to Brady at the time," Trudy said. There was an awkward silence for a moment, and they just stared at each other. Seeing him again was surreal for Trudy. It was now that she noticed how much Brady really did look like him.
"If you don't mind me asking, do you know what made you feel lightheaded?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"Well, I saw something, and it startled me a bit," she said.
"What did you see?" he asked.
"You," she said. He laughed a little, his smile getting bigger.
"I'm not that hideous looking, am I? I mean, I know my eyes are an odd shade of blue, and I have a bit of a limp in my right leg, and I can't really tell you that much about myself, because I don't remember anything beyond when TaiRon and the others found me, but I'm not that bad off," he said. His eyes twinkled when he laughed, just like they always had.
"No . . . you're beautiful . . . I mean, um . . . well, it's just that I saw you, and you reminded me of someone," she said quietly, blushing.
"Who did I remind you of?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Just someone that is very special to me. But that person is dead, so you couldn't be him," she said, her eyes filling with tears again. "So, why don't you remember things about yourself?" She quickly changed the subject, not wanting to bring up something that he didn't remember happening.
"Well, when TaiRon and the rest of my tribe found me, I was in the ocean, treading water. I remember waking up in a burning boat, and jumping off it before it sank. My leg was very badly mangled, but I managed to stay afloat somehow. I didn't know who I was or where I came from or anything. Everything before I woke up on the boat was a blank, and it still is. The only thing that I do remember is the name Fielder, and I don't know why," he answered. "TaiRon helped me pick the name Matthew, and I've been with the Dorkus Tribe ever since. They took care of me, helped me get back on my feet again."
"Bray's last name is Fielder," Trudy said quietly.
"Oh? He didn't tell me that," Matthew said, surprised.
"I guessed he didn't," Trudy said.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"I'm just worried about Brady, that's all. Every time Patsy takes care of her, something bad happens," Trudy said.
"Shall I go and get her for you?" Matthew offered.
"No, I'll go. Help me up?" Trudy responded. He nodded, standing up and holding out his hand. Trudy took it, shivers going up her spine, and he pulled her up onto her feet. Then, they walked down to the café.
Bray took Amber's hand in his, smiling. She smiled back. She leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Is Trudy alright now?" Amber asked.
"Yeah, she's fine. She asked Matthew to sit with her so I could come in here," Bray replied. "I don't think I ever noticed before how much Trudy really loves my brother. You should have seen her, Am. She was absolutely beaming when he spoke to her. I haven't seen her that happy in a long time."
"And what's going to happen if he remembers who he is?" Amber responded.
"Hopefully, if he remembers anything, it will be being Martin, minus the hatred for me," he said. He looked across the room at Jack, who was the DJ for the party. Jack sat sullenly behind the table, his hair and clothes disheveled and messy. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. Bray looked back at Amber. "What's wrong with Jack?"
"He and Ellie broke up the other day," Amber answered.
"Really? Why?" Bray asked, shocked. "They always seemed so happy together."
"Ellie got a little over-possessive, and Jack couldn't take it. He tried talking to her about it, but I guess it didn't help. He blew up at her a couple of days ago, and then he moved back into his old room yesterday," Amber explained. "I can't help feeling bad for him. He really loves her, but she's driving him away with her paranoia."
"I know how that feels," Bray said sympathetically. "Only you weren't driving me away, you were pushing full-force with both hands," he said. Amber laughed.
"Well, I was wrong, and I think this more than makes up for it. Don't you?" she countered, smiling.
"Yes, it does," Bray said, putting his arms around her. He kissed her gently.
"I'm going to go help Zandra with the cake. Why don't you go check on our son?" Amber suggested. Bray nodded and walked off.
Amber looked around the room momentarily. Three couples, Troy and Ebony, KC and Cloe, and Dal and Tzara, were dancing to the slow music that was playing. Patsy and Charlie were tending to Brady, while Sienna sat in a corner, sulking about something. Tai-San and Sasha sat at a table, holding hands and talking, and Lex and Alice sat nearby, talking while he fed Lexi. Ellie had already gone back to her room, saying that she had a headache. Amber had a feeling she just didn't want to see Jack, and that's why she retreated to her room. Salene and Ryan were putting the twins down for a nap and would be back later. Amber sighed happily and walked into the kitchen, where Zandra was. Amber found TaiRon in there, talking to Zandra while he ate.
"Hey, Amber! What's up?" Zandra asked, as she applied homemade frosting to the wedding cake.
"I was just coming to see how the cake was going. And I see you're doing a fine job," Amber replied, smiling.
"Do you happen to know where Matthew is?" TaiRon asked. "He disappeared earlier, to go check on Trudy."
"He's sitting with Trudy until she falls asleep, I think," Amber said.
"You should have seen the look on his face when he first saw Trudy. I've never seen him turn that red before," TaiRon said, laughing.
"Yeah," Amber said, staring off into space. The smell of the food was really starting to make her nauseous, actually more so, since she'd been feeling that way for the past week. She'd actually thrown up a few times, too. All of the sudden, she felt like she was about to be sick again. "I'll be right back, Zan!" she exclaimed.
She ran out of the café and downstairs into the sewer, with her hand over her mouth. Once in the sewers, she bent over and retched. When she was done, she leaned back against the wall, gasping for breath. She wiped her forehead. She put her hands on her stomach. She was more than a week late, and the diabetes had been acting up again. There was only one thing that it could be.
"Well, I guess that answers that question," she said to herself. "I'm pregnant again . . ." She sighed loudly, walking back upstairs to the party.
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