When I woke the next morning, it was oddly early, and it took me a moment to realize that I was about to sick.

Ah. No wonder I woke up at six in the morning.

I immediately got out of bed, rushing to the bathroom as quietly as possible so I wouldn't wake Patrick, Who was still fast asleep.

I leaned over the toilet, basically throwing up everything I ate last night. I sat there for nearly ten minutes before I heard a quiet shuffling behind me.

I looked up, and Patrick was walking in, rubbing his eyes and yawning. When he saw me on the floor, he immediately came over, kneeling next to me.

"Are you feeling sick again?" He asked, his voice laced with concern as he ran his hand through my hair.

"What's it look like?" I mumbled.

I wasn't mad at him, though it might've sounded like that. I was feeling sick, and just found out I was pregnant, and with already getting mood swings from that, I was a little cranky.

Patrick thankfully knew that, at least the part about me being cranky, and just continued to run his hand through my hair, brushing it so it wasn't in my face.

"Do you need anything?" He asked.

I leaned into him, and he wrapped his arm around me, kissing me on the head. I guessed he got what I meant, because he just held me there. It was like he just knew I really needed cuddles from him or he was just being his sweet self and decided to be cuddly.

"Maybe we should go to the doctor.." he said. "You've been getting sick a lot."

"It's probably just the flu." I mumbled, hoping he wouldn't talk about it any further.

"But even Saint is feeling better.." he said. "Pete said it was only 24-hour, and if you're sick still, it might be something bad.."

I moved away from him. "You told Pete about this?" I Asked.

"I mean, yeah, I just wanted to see if Saint was better and all.." he said, the expression on his face showing that he knew I wasn't happy.

"Patrick, I don't like how you can talk about me being sick with Pete." I Said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Especially if he's the one telling you I should go to the doctor."

He bit his lip and looked down a bit, and I huffed.

"This is nobody else's business." I Said.

"Why are you mad?" He Asked quietly.

I stopped for a moment.

Why was I mad?

I mean, there was really nothing to be mad about. Patrick only cared for my wellbeing, and decided to talk to his friend about it. No big deal right?

Of course, my hormones were all haywire, and it was causing these weird emotion reactions that I could only label as good old-fashioned mood swings.

I swallowed, looking down. "I'm sorry." I mumbled. "I'm just.."

Should I tell him now? I was thinking about telling him later on, like after we got home. Would now be too soon?

I shook my head, deciding against telling him yet. "I'm sorry.." I mumbled again.

The week passed quickly, and we ended up back in Chicago, back home where we just felt lighter, especially after everything with my mom and sisters.

But, I still had a huge weight on my shoulders, because the morning sickness, weird cravings, and mood swings were getting even worse, and I had yet to tell Patrick his baby was developing in my uterus.

The Suburban Aliens decided to head into the studio and resume recording, but with not much really done, there was a long way to go before a full album could come out.

Of course, we hadn't told them about dating yet, so when they saw the PDA with Patrick and I, it dawned on them.

Alex and Ronnie were excited, especially Ronnie, since we had always been so close.

However, Susan didn't say much, and she seemed to be mad at me ever since we got back. I mean, it was normal for her to be bitchy, but she was worse than normal lately.

I only hoped I didn't do anything wrong.

It was another day in the studio, and Patrick and Pete had left to go get some sushi since I was having a craving again.

Both of them had noticed my odd cravings lately, but I had told them I was on my period, and that all women get cravings that time of the month.

It was enough to hold them off for now, but I knew I had to tell Patrick sooner or later.

However, since I was in the studio alone with the band, I decided it was time to tell them.

I turned away from the computer where I had been mixing a song, and took off my headphones.

"Hey, Guys?" I Asked, causing the three of them to look up from what they were doing and switch their attention to me. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure." Ronnie Said.

I nodded, rolling my desk chair closer to the area where they were all sitting.

I cleared my throat. "So, um.." I mumbled. "Before Patrick and I officially began dating. Actually, right before we made it official...we slept together."

Alex furrowed his eyebrows. "Congrats..?"

"Not finished yet." I lifted up my finger. "So, I Uh...while we were at the hotel...I found out.."

Everyone looked at me expectantly, and I took a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant."

Ronnie and Alex sat for a moment, but big smiles grew on their faces.

"No way!" Ronnie Exclaimed. "Have you told Patrick yet?"

I bit my lip. "Not yet.." I sighed.

Alex came over, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tightly. "Hey, this is good." He said. "We're gonna have a baby in the band."

I laughed a little. "I guess so."

He moved away, which caused me to get a clear view of Susan's face. She had it all scrunched up like she was either disgusted with me, angry, or a mixture of the both.

"Susan, you haven't said a word.." I Said, my voice unintentionally coming out sounding disappointed.

"You can't keep it." She Stated.

"Can't keep what?" I Asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"You can't keep the baby." She Said. "We just started recording. We'll never be able to get this record done, or even tour with a baby around."

I stood, staring her directly in the eyes. "How dare you."

"How dare I?" She Asked, standing. "You can't bring a fucking baby into the studio! What were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry, Susan, when I decided to get pregnant I wasn't thinking about the band." I Said, my voice filled with sarcasm.

"Decided? This was intentional, then?" She asked.

"Haven't you ever heard of sarcasm?" I Asked.

"You're so childish!" She hissed. "What the hell is wrong with you? You only cause problems for the band!"

"If it wasn't for me emailing Pete in the first place, we wouldn't even be signed!" I Shouted.

"Oh, yeah, miss perfect over here." She Said, rolling her eyes.

"Look in the mirror, bitch." I mumbled.

"Grow the fuck up." She growled. "If you haven't noticed, we aren't fucking children anymore."

"Yeah, And you're acting like a complete adult." I Said. "Listen to me, Susan. I can't take you anymore. I've given you chance after chance, but why? Why do I even try anymore?"

"You've given me chance after chance?" She Asked, then laughed ironically. "That's hilarious."

Just then, Patrick and Pete walked in to see me shove Susan.

"That's it! I'm leaving!" I Shouted. "Find a new bassist!"

"You are not leaving!" She Shouted, grabbing my wrist tightly.

"Let go of me." I growled.

She tightened her grip, and I winced a little, making Patrick run over.

"Susan, Let her go." He coaxed. "Let's just talk about this."

Susan glared at me for a moment, then gave up, letting go of my wrist, Which had turned red from her tight grasp.

"There's nothing to talk about." She Said.

"Clearly there is." Pete Said, coming over as well. "What is it?"

I bit my lip, looking down. "Nothing.." I mumbled. "It's Fine."