Lately I've been getting especially close with Dahvie. He talked to me a lot late into the night, and we had inspiring conversations about life and love and music. Sometimes we've talked so late into the night that we both fall asleep on the couches or on the floor. Today was the last day of the tour, and we were in their hometown of Phoenix, Arizona. And damn, was it hot! I could barely handle being in my own skin. I took about 3 showers that same day, and didn't even bother to put eyeliner on or do my hair. I didn't put a bra on, but wore the lightest tank top I could find in my bag, and a pair of boy shorts - not even pants, but close enough.I sat in front of the air conditioning pretty much the whole day, but not so close that it the others in the bus would be able to cool down. Since it was the last day of tour, I figured I better suck it the hell up and tell JayyVon he's going to be a father. I waited until it was around 2:30 PM, when he was settling down at the kitchen table and eating a sandwich. No one was around right now; they were all eating at some restaurant near by because they were sick of the food we have here. He wouldn't be getting ready for the show for another two hours or so; if I told him now it would be able to sink into his mind and just get his last show over with. I stode into the kitchen, pulling out a chair across from him and folded my hands on the table in front of me. He smiled at me, saying, "Hey hun, whats up?"

I flinched slightly when he said "hun" and I replied, looking straight into his eyes, "Jayy, I....I have something to tell you..." I was so scared that he would explode when I told him that my voice cracked, and I was shaking. He could tell, and he looked at me with concern clear in his eyes. "What is it?" He said as he swallowed a bite of his sandwich, setting it down and pushing the plate away. He knew this was serious.

I glanced down at my hands, fiddling with my thumbs to stall for time. What was I going to say? And if he DOES explode, what will I do? What will HE do? I took a deep breath, looking into his eyes again, and began, "The reason I'm here....The reason YOU know I'm here, is partically true. My mother kicked me out...But, you know the night of the Minnesota concert? When you asked me to meet up with you at the tour bus....?" I paused, waiting for an answer.

He sat there, thinking hard about that night, staring down at my hands that were clenched together as he spoke, "I remember asking you to come to the tour bus, and then I was at that bar having a few drinks, and you came to get me....We went back to the bus....But, I don't remember what happened after...."

I bit my lip softly, wishing I didn't have to explain what we did that night, "Well...We went back to the bus, and I sat down on the leather couch in the living room....You went into the kitchen and asked if I wanted something to drink - strawberry flavored water to be exact, and I said I'd love some....Apparently you were still buzzed from drinking that night and you thought it was water, but it was actually....booze? You gave me a large cup, and you drank your cup; reasonably sized...After a while, we started to get giggly, and we were totally drunk...." As I replayed my hazy memories back to Jayy, his eyes started to widen and he had an uneasy expression on his face, "I guess we....started to do things, and took each other's clothing off, and....Well...." I closed my eyes tightly so I didn't have to look at his face when he heard the words. My throat started to get tight and I thought I was going to start crying, but I used all of my strength to keep the tears from coming. Finally, I choked out, "JayyVon Monroe....I am pregnant with your baby..."