Katrina's POV.

"Are you sure?"

Silence fell over me and Brooklyn as the gravity of the situation took its toll on me and her.

I never really would've thought that I'd be sitting here with her asking questions that doctors had asked us in the group home.

She took a shaky breath and nodded her head.

Damn this is going to change not just her life but George's and his daughter's.

"Well how do you feel? Are you in any pain? Do you need to get the vitamin supplements yet?" Concern dripped off my voice as I watched my usually brave friend collapse into a small, scared child-like form.

Her eyes fell to the floor and focused on her new Vans, her shoulders rose and fell slightly.

"I don't know for sure how I feel. It's just been weird sort of, you know?" She paused to fish out a piece of paper from her coat pocket, I took it and read over the doctor evaluation.

Yeah this is definitely going to change things.

I folded the paper back up and slid it across the counter to her. "Did you tell George yet?" I asked softly, her brow furrowed.

"I can't even bring myself to tell my own brother!" She cried.

Sighing I pulled her in for a hug. Out of all the years that I've known Brooklyn I've never seen her cry, not even when her friend had committed suicide three years ago when Brooke had just finished the internship at the University of Washington.

Brooke had always been the type of person to burry her emotions just so that people around her wouldn't fall apart themselves, and honestly that's what I loved about her. She had to be the most selfless person I've ever met.

"BROOKLYN!!?"

"BABE?"

"MARCO!!"

Three voices sounded from the front of the house. Judging by the last voice I figured that Jorel, George, and Ava were here.

For some reason Ava really enjoys playing 'Marco Polo' and always greets Brooke by saying 'Marco' when she enters the house.

Quickly Brooklyn wiped the tears off we face and sat back down on the bar stool before Ava ran into the room. She smiled brightly up at me and Brooke as she climbed up into Brooke's lap.

George and Jorel soon wandered in and George wrapped his arms around Brooke and Ava. To me they looked like as if they were actually a family, Ava took well to Brooke and would sometimes accidentally call Brooke "mom". The last time that had happened I had been sitting by George and he had tried so hard to conceal the tears that had been building up in his eyes.

Huh, now the question is how George going to react to her news, I thought and smiled over at him. He returned my smile and lightly punched my shoulder.

"So what's the plan for today?" Brooke said, her voice still sounded a bit rough from her breakdown earlier.

Jorel shrugged and plopped down on a chair. "I don't know maybe we could all go out to the movies."

"ICE AGE!!" Ava cried when Jorel mentioned the movies.

He sighed and sunk down in his seat, "I already regret it."

Ava pouted at him and threw one of her hair ties at him which hit his cheek. Brooklyn and me burst out laughing at him and high fived Ava.

"Nice aim kid." I said, George swatted me on the back of my head and told me not to encourage his daughter to bully people even if it was just Jorel.

"Alright get down for a second Ava, I gotta go find my phone."

Ava nodded her head and pushed off of Brooke, her hand pressed into Brooke's stomach causing her to yelp in pain. George rushed to Brooke's side, his face held a mixture of confusion and concern for his girlfriend.

"What happened babe?" He asked his eyes searching over her body for the source of her pain.

She waved him off and tried not to hold her stomach as she pushed past him. We all watched her go upstairs in silence.

"Ava what happened?" George asked the little girl calmly and pulled her close to him.

Her eyes watered with tears as she kept her eyes trained on the ground.

"I-I don't know." Her voice came out small and shaky in fear that she had just hurt her dad's girlfriend. "She told me to get down so she could find her phone...and...m-my hand hit her belly..." Her voice trailed off as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

"It's fine sweetie." George leaned down and kissed the top of her head. He stood up and shot me a questioning glance, to Jorel he said, "Call the guys and Vanessa." Jorel nodded his head and took his phone out of his pocket.

I followed behind him to the living room with Ava sat on my hip, she held tightly to my neck as she cried quietly in my shoulder.

My mind kept playing back the past few weeks that I'd been here in Los Angeles trying to piece together the time frame that Brooklyn could've gotten pregnant.

Obviously the baby is George's. There's no doubt in my mind that it wouldn't be his. Him and Brooklyn have pretty much been inseparable from each other since the start of their relationship from what I've gathered, yes there was a short time where George had began to speculate if Brooke was secretly seeing Jordon but that was quickly put to rest when Jordon announced that he was seeing some girl from Inglewood.

I glanced down at Ava then over at Jorel. From the sound of his end of the conversation he was probably talking with one of the guys.

"No I don't know what's wrong.."

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"She was sitting with Ava then out of no where she kind of just screamed in pain and went upstairs..Yeah I already called Vanessa and the rest of the guys and they're on their way."

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"George is with her now and me and Katrina are in the living room with Ava."

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"Alright get here when you can Aron. Bye."

He hung up the phone and sat down next to me and Ava. She peeked out from under her hair for a second to look at Jorel, he gave her a goofy smile then poked her nose gently.

Ava frowned and buried her face back in the crook of my neck. Silence fell over us as we waited for the rest of the guys to get here, or for Brooklyn and George to come back downstairs.

Frankly I hoped that Brooklyn would walk back into the room saying that she was feeling okay and that we should go for ice cream so that I wasn't stuck here with Jorel eyeing me from his end of their couch. But of course me being the bad luck charm that I am, Dylan and the rest of HU showed up first which caused me to feel even more uncomfortable than I already had been.

They all turned their attention to me as soon as they all got settled on the couches. I averted my gaze from each of them so that maybe I wouldn't feel so much pressure to tell them what I knew about what might be the cause of Brooke's pain. But it didn't help, not in the slightest.

I swear the whole entire room felt as if it was going to collapse around me from all the unease I felt. For a while I debated if I should just pass Ava off to Jorel and just walk out of that damned room, or just wait it out.

Well they sure know how to put on the pressure, I looked up quickly around at them and decided it best that I just go back to my apartment for the rest of the.

But of course, right as I was about to pick up Ava off my lap Aron ran inside and straight for me. He knelt down on his knees in front of me and held my hands in his.

Well this is different. Aron held my gaze as Ava shifted in my lap so that she could go sit with Dylan and Michelle.

"Is she okay? What happened?" He asked me.

"We don't know." Jordon spoke up from the other side of the room. Aron looked from me to Jordon and back to me, I shook my head.

"I wish I knew for sur-"

"BULL SHIT!!" Jorel yelled and threw his phone at the wall.

I jumped slightly at his sudden action and burst of anger.

He turned to glare at me. His gaze felt as though it was penetrating right through me, almost like I were being impaled.

Vanessa got up from the floor and dragged him out to the front porch. Nobody really moved or said a word after the door had clicked shut.

"Kit-Kat?" Aron said softly as he came to sit right beside me, I moved closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder while he wrapped an arm around me. "Just ignore Jay, he's just worried about Brooklyn." I nodded my head slowly.

"We're all worried about her Aron." Matt said sharply. I was surprised by Matt's tone he was usually always so calm and stayed out of the drama that sometimes raged through the group. "Face it Aron, your little play thing over there is hiding something from us and Jay knows that." He spat through clenched teeth, his eyes never leaving my face.

Beside me I felt Aron tense up at the insult that Matt had just launched at me like a fireball. I rested my hand on his back and gently rubbed circles to try and calm him down.

He slowly started to relax but he never took his eyes off the curly haired drummer. 

Damn everyone is starting to act all weird nowadays.

Thud!!

I glanced over at the doorway to see that George had made an appearance finally.

At a first glance he seemed fine, but now that I truly looked at his face I could tell that Brooklyn had just told him the news. His face looked flushed, a sheen of sweat covered his forehead, and his breathing was off; it was more shallow and deep, like as if he was trying to keep from passing out.

Clearly I wasn't the only one with this observation, Matt and Dylan quickly ran to George's side and helped him to sit down. Michelle got up and took Ava over to George, who reluctantly sat with her father and held onto his hand with both of hers.

After a few minutes of everyone trying to get George to tell us what had happened we all sort of backed off and let him just calm down. Soon Jorel and Vanessa came back inside. Jorel stood in the doorway, George got up from the couch and sat Ava with Matt.

Jorel and George kinda just stood in front of the other, not really saying anything.

Finally Vanessa spoke up and asked, "Is everything okay George?"

He turned to look at everyone before meeting Jorel's gaze again, "She's...pregnant."

Jorel's eyes went wide as the news of his baby sister being pregnant settled in. At first I thought that he was going to rip George to pieces but as soon as Vanessa, Michelle, and Jordon's girlfriend started gushing about it Jorel seemed to relax more. He let out a breath and clapped George on the back.

"Never thought I'd see the day that this would happen to her." The way he said that made me want to believe that he had meant that in a different way.

I'll ask him about it later.