My heart skipped a beat and my eyes widened.

"Is it true?"

"Soph- I-I don't- This- its-"

"Quit stuttering, Skye. Just tell me, darling. You can tell me anything, you know that."

I looked around at the few people walking by the bar. My hands went up to the back of my head and I began to pace again.

"You are!" She gasped, surprised apparently. "How!"

"We fucked before! God! You're a grown woman! You know how that happens!" I shouted, aggravated with everything and everyone.

"I know! But I'm just- You're pregnant!" She was so excited about it. Was I suppose to be happy about being pregnant with my second child before I even turned twenty one? I don't think so.

"Sophie." My voice cracked as I sunk down to the steps. I repeatedly ran my hands through my hair, messing it up even more than it already was.

"Oh, Skylar." Sophie murmured, moving to sit next to me. "You're scared, aren't you?"

"I don't know what to do, Soph." I couldn't hold the tears in anymore. It just hurt so much. "I lost N-Noel not even four weeks ago and now I'm pregnant again? I-I can't do it, Sophie."

"Yes, yes you can, Skylar. You are such a strong girl, Skye." Sophie brushed my hair back and hushed me a little. "Is that why you've been so distant with him?"

I nodded, wiping my cheeks with my hands.

"What if he doesn't want it, Sophie? I just lost Noel. I can't handle another kid."

"Just tell him, Skye. Tell him about it and if he doesn't want anything to do with the baby- which I doubt- then tell me and I will personally kick his ass. But it is his, right? Not Moreau's?"

"I haven't touched Damien since I met Eliot."

"Good. Just tell him, though."

"Sophie. I just want to hold it off, okay? Until I get at least visually pregnant, okay?"

"Skylar." Sophie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"And let me tell him, please."

"Okay." Sophie nodded with a sigh.

"I'm gonna go home, Soph."

"Be careful, Skylar." Sophie hugged me as we stood up.

"I'll try."

•

I was laying on my back on the bed in my room when Eliot and Lacey came home. While Lacey went to bed, Eliot came into the bedroom.

He looked a little pissed but that's just how he always looked.

"Hey." He looked at me. Our eyes locked but I didn't say anything. "Ya know, Skye. This is starting to piss me off. Why the hell haven't you-!"

"Please don't start yelling, Eliot." I was emotional right now and I didn't want him yelling at me so I started to cry. "Please. I can't- I can't take the stress."

His features softened as he got into bed next to me.

"Skylar, what's wrong?" He put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "I haven't been able to touch you for almost a week without having you move or get up and leave me. What's wrong, baby?"

I shook my head and buried my face in his chest.

•

I woke up around three that morning. I found it hard to sleep and after vomiting a few times, I didn't think sleep was necessary.

I was currently sitting on the counter with a cup of coffee in hand. My eyes stayed on the window that was open so Maui could go in and out when she pleased.

"Can't sleep?" Eliot was suddenly leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, his arm crossed as he looked at me.

"Yeah." I nodded, sniffling and looking down at the coffee in my hands. My hormones were crazy and I had just finished a crying spell so my nose was runny. Eew.

"Skylar. We've been together how long?"

"Maybe a few months. I dunno. I don't keep track of that." I shrugged my shoulders, not looking up from the black liquid in the warm cup my hands held.

"I care about you, you know that right?"

"I'm hoping you do cause I care about you too."

"Then look at me when I talk to you, Skye. I miss seeing your green eyes. You never look at me anymore. Are you... falling back to Moreau or something?"

"No, Eliot. Its... much worst than that." I shook my head and put the coffee cup down beside me. I put my hands over my face an me closed my eyes.

Hands took ahold of my wrists and pulled my own hands away from my face.

"Skye. Please tell me. I'm dying in this relationship at the moment. Please." Eliot's pleading blue eyes made me sigh. I put my forehead against his chest and licked my lips nervously before speaking.

"I'm pregnant, Eliot. And... the baby's your's."