You're pregnant by who?!

~12~

"Wake up, hon, we need to get going soon," Mya heard her father call from the hallway. She groaned and tried to sit up, having a lot of trouble.

"Daaaad, I can't get up," Mya called. It didn't take long before Mason walked into the room and helped her up carefully.

"You need help getting dressed?" he asked.

"Yeah..." Mya said. 'This is embarrassing,' she thought, as Mason helped her get her overalls on.

"What shoes are you wearing?" he asked.

"I don't know, my feet are too swollen for my old boots," Mya said.

"You can use a pair of my boots," he said.

"Alright," Mya said, heading to the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. 'Does he really want to talk things over, or is he trying to trick me with sympathy?' she thought. She finished getting ready, Mason helping her put the boots on.

"I made breakfast, let's eat quickly and get going," he said.

"Alright," Mya said, heading back downstairs to have breakfast with her father.

~Some time before the tournament~

'That guy is a dick,' Mya thought, watching Striker mock Moxxie for not being manly. "Hey, leave him alone. Brains are more important than brawn anyway."

"Of course," Striker said, smiling at Mya. Mya rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

"And I'm sure real men pick on people their own size," Mya said, sizing him up. 'If I wasn't pregnant I could probably take him,' she thought. Striker noticed Mya sizing him up and stepped closer toward her.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You couldn't take me," Striker said, looking down at Mya, being a few inches taller than her.

"I don't know, I do have a few tricks up my sleeve," Mya said, before walking away to talk to Blitzo.

"What was that about?" Blitzo asked.

"I don't know, but I don't like his energy. He's a bit...off," Mya said.

"Nah, he's not that bad. Yeah he's kind of a dick, but it's only towards Moxxie...unless he's been harassing you," Blitzo said.

"Nah, he just stares and gets in my space, but nothing too serious. If anything he's more tolerable than you are," Mya said, giving a shrug. "We better get going, Dad wants to get good spots. He wants to watch everything."

"Makes sense," Blitzo said.

"Good luck," Mya said, walking off to catch up with her father.

~After the tournament~

"Poor, Mr.Moxxie," Mya said, watching Moxxie walk off upset, feeling humiliated by Striker.

"Some imps just aren't made for this tournament," Mason said, shaking his head. "Poor guy never stood a chance. We had to pry him out of that shark."

"Yeah..." Mya said, shaking her head, before looking at Stolas, who was watching her from underneath the shade he was seated under. 'Could he make it any more obvious that we know each other?' she thought, walking with her father.

"You hungry?" Mason asked.

"Not right now," Mya said. "I'm still full from breakfast."

"I wouldn't blame you, you did have four extra servings," he said.

"What can I say? He likes a good home cooked meal," Mya said, making him chuckle a little.

"Yeah. I'm gonna head off to work, you okay stayin' with your friends?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Will you back before we leave tomorrow?" Mya asked.

"I can never tell when it comes to these stakeouts, but if not, we can try doin' one of those face call things," he said.

"Alright," Mya said, hugging him. He hugged back, and gently rubbed her baby bump, before heading off. "Good luck."

"Thanks, you be careful now, okay?" he said, walking to his truck.

"Yeah," Mya said, before walking over to Blitzo.

"You okay? What's going on?" Blitzo asked.

"Hm? Oh, nothing, Dad's got a stakeout he needs to get to. Some guy they've been tracking down for months was finally found," Mya said with a shrug. "Nothing new, when my mom left that's the way I grew up."

"Oh, okay, well come on. You need to get out of the heat," Blitzo said.

"I'm fine, but alright. Let's go," Mya said, walking with Blitzo.

"Is he still looking?" Blitzo asked, making Mya look back to see Stolas watching them.

"Yup," Mya said, turning to look forward.

"Goddammit he's so obvious," Blitzo muttered.

"You're telling me..." Mya said, walking with Blitzo back to the house.

"You might have to share a room with someone, it's pretty crowded," Blitzo said.

"That's fine," Mya said. "I'll probably sleep easier."

~The Next Day~

Mya sat at the festival listening to Stolas speak, feeling a wave of nausea from just looking at him.

'Ugh...stop looking over here you feathered bastard. And where is everybody else?' she thought, before looking up at the portal opening up in the sky, showing the harvest moon. She watched in awe with the rest of the crowd, having never seen the moon herself until now, not that she could have remembered. 'It's so beautiful,' she thought. She got a strange feeling and looked away from the beautiful sight to see Striker jumping from a window. 'That sneaky slippery son of a bitch!' she thought, getting up to find out what was going on. 'I knew something was up!' she thought, before heading into the building he was just in. "What the FUCK just happened?" she asked.

"Striker was a sneaky scumbag trying to off the owl," Blitzo said.

"Where's Mrs.Millie?" Mya asked.

"That bastard threw us in a cellar and she got her leg caught in a bear trap," Moxxie said.

"HE WHAT?!!!" Mya yelled angrily. "I'm gonna kill that motherfucker!" she yelled, getting ready to storm out.

"The hell you are!" Blitzo said, picking her up, stopping her from doing something too hasty. "YOU need to calm down. He ran off, but he'll be back."

"Fine," Mya said, feeling movement from her baby bump.

"Look, now you got him all riled up," Blitzo said, feeling the baby from how close he was holding Mya.

"Shut up and put me down, this is weird," Mya said. Blitzo put her down carefully, but kept a grip on her arm in case she tried to go after Striker anyway. "Am I that predictable?"

"Most of the time. Now calm your short-tempered ass down, before you trigger an early labor or something worse," Blitzo said.

"Fine, I'm calm. Now can we go help Mrs.Millie?" Mya asked.

"Yeah, let's go," Blitzo said, heading out of the room, Mya following behind.