It had been two weeks since the "incident.."

Nobody had really spoken of it until now..

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

Rosalind ran angrilly down the hall, her normally bright eyes filled with a confused rage.

"Red Staaaarrr!!!" She swiftly slammed open the door to his room, the knob hitting the wall with a loud "thud!" that echoed throughout the house.

She found him sitting on his bed, intrigued by something on the small television. He quickly forgot the program and turned his head. His look was startled and confused. He had no idea did he?

She stomped up to him, her hands in small fists.

"I don't know if I should slap, or punch you for this! I don't know what to do anymore!!"
Red Star raised his hands in a defensive position, his eyes wide with confusion.

"I am afraid I do not understand. What is it I have done?" He raised his hands in a defensive position.

How could he not know!? How could he possibly not know!? Rosalind prepared to swing her hand. She wanted to hit him directly in the face...that...stupid...

She stopped, and let her hand drop to her side. She couldn't just blame him...it was partially her fault as well...She wanted to cry...she didn't know what to do anymore...

"I..I'm pregnant."

Red Star sat stunned for a moment, before leaning towards Rosalind.

"You're...but..."

s**t.

How would they explain -this?-

((Ohnoes. ))