Once there was the sun.... (Vy and Ky)

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Not the time for a joke, got it. Sometimes it just accidentally slips through Vy's lips and she's unable to help it. With the smile it occasionally brings, and frown of disapproval it more often triggers, it's a trademark about her she can't get rid of. Even in the worst of times, like this very serious dilemma for instants. Getting Kyanite to crack a grin would be worth anything, but it's not going to happen of course. How could it? She just found out she's pregnant at the age of seventeen. No words may be comforting this early in the discovery, as much as Vy wants to give them. Make this all go away and a good thing which has never been a goal of her's before, and now that it is it's an impossible task.

A light sigh escapes as she follows Ky's shift to the floor, bending at the knees with a small crack and balancing on her toes. The only thing she can give now is support, and she fully intends to with everything she has. Going through this very thing by herself, surprisingly being extremely close to this Brunette, she can't imagine doing anything else. Never has she pictured herself caring so much over someone else, but then again she never saw herself having a kid either, nor finding such a good friend. Surprises seem to be waiting around every corner, along with a sudden set of tears. Tears? Oh gosh, she only knows how to handle a toddler's cry. "Sorry." Unknown instinct kicks in as she rubs her friend's back and apologizes for the unnecessary humor. Clearly not everything can be solved with a hint of sarcasm.

The first and biggest fear is addressed as Kyanite expresses her concern in telling the father. Damn, so Vy really isn't the daddy. Well no shit. "You'll figure out how to tell him." She reassures with nothing else to give. Now that part she didn't go through. With a handful of possibilities, and all of them being horrible, she didn't bother trying to find and tell Brooklyn's father. Still hasn't, and most likely never will. Matthew's a lot different though, even if he does contain a lot of those same interesting traits. How he'll react is unknown, but he does deserve to know. When the two of them talked during camping, he claimed he would suck it up and be a father without an ounce of shame. Whether he'll respond that way now, to the real scenario, is the true deciding factor though. And either way Vy will be at Kyanite's side.

Sobs enhance and Vy wraps her arms around worried Kyanite as comforting words join in as well. Where this nurturing side came from is unknown, most likely Brooklyn though Ky's tittle is far from hers. All Vy can attempt is reassurance that everything's going to be okay. After all she went through it with even lower odds, Ky's going to be fine...great even. As her voice comes forth, Vy releases her from the supporting hug to fully listen. This early in the game will hold no confidence in the outcome, eventually though she'll realize just how strong she is to face this. "Nothing you can't handle." Vy informs when she questions what she has done, brushing away a Brunette lock that's already been soaked by tears. It's difficult seeing a pretty face cry, as if she shouldn't ever hold this much emotion. That's a selfish thing to think though.

A toddler far too enthusiastic for this situation takes it upon herself to intrude into the bathroom. "Momma...Ky ky." She continues to repeat as she giggles her way in. Not the time, but of course Brooklyn doesn't know that. The energy in the room does catch her attention though as her adorable grin fades down for a change. "Not now baby girl." Vy tries to redirect the little one to leave, but of course she doesn't. Instead her full innocent focus goes onto Kyanite as her tiny arms wrap around the older female.

"Why Ky ky sad?" Brooklyn questions with a sorrowful voice of her own.

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"Vy, I can't be... a mother." Those words keep replaying over and over in my head. THere's no way around it. No way to get past it or back track. It is what it is and the fact of the matter is, in the near future, I will become some little person's mother. Someone whose going to have to care for and love the child with every fiber of my being. I'm going ot have ot be able to give my life for my child's in a matter of life and death without hesitation. I am truely terrified and for good reason. I have to tell my boyfriend and my father. Two of the men in my life that I'm scared will ditch me at the first mention of having a baby. Maybe even Jeran as well, considering he's been under my father's hawk like eyes and rules, though as of lately, he's became someone of his own stature. He's taken his own path and even defied my father's wishes to go to the peacekeeper's academy.

"Sorry." Her voice interrupts my thoughts and fears. She interrupts my tears that flow from my eyes in responce to the emotional turmoil hiding deep within me, coming out for all to see, even if it is only for me and Vy. "You'll figure out how to tell him."

"Does he even need to know?" Is my first words. I've hidden other things from him. Why not this? Is it even possible to hide something that will show in as little as a couple of months. I feel the tears flow more and more, without stopping as Vy comforts me, rubbing my back and acting as the friend we've become. The hug is then stopped and words come forth to help me out. Vy tells me that it's nothing that I can't handle. Can she be right? Will I handle this? I handled the situation with Jins well enough. I see how much that hurt everyone around me. I can't just hide this though, I come to a conclusion. This can't be thrown into the back of my mind. It has to come out and soon.

A tear stained strand of hair is pulled away from my face as her hand touches my cheek. It's enough to get me to look at her, with so much worry in my eyes and in the tears that collect at the bottom of my eyes. Then, without notice, Vy's name, momma, of course, gets yelled out, along with my own in the form of a child's pronounciation. Immediately, I wipe away the tears that want to keep falling until the presense of that child makes her appearance just as joyful as ever. I don't want to be caught crying around her, because she's never seen me cry before. Any time I've picked her up from daycare or from the clutches of her grandmother, I've always had a smile on my face. Today, there is none of that, but the child demands attention in some way or form.

I push away more tears as Vy tries to get Brooklyn to go away from the situation until the little girl notices my distress. Even if she's only two years old, she is very preceptive and understanding about emotions and tears. More so, she comes over to me as I try to keep from expelling the salty tears but when her arms wrap around me and her tiny voice asks why I'm sad, I do my best to keep it together.

"Kyky's not sad. Kyky is a little scared. It's okay, Brookie. Mommies going to make it all better." I tell the child and wrap my arms around the little tyke. I can't be mad at her, nor can I deny the child any form of comfort or love. It woudlnt' be right to just ignore her even though my emotional stability is a little off. I nuzzle the girl and kiss her on the cheek. "I'll be okay. Will you go play with your toys? Mommy and I need to talk?"

The look on Brooklyn's face seems to shoot all these ideas into my head. That one day, I'll be holding a child like this. He or she will be asking me what's wrong when tears fall down my face or little bits of laughter as I play with him or her. I'm going to be kissing boo-boo's for my little one some time in the future and I'll be cradling and rocking until they fall asleep. I shake my head a little as Brooklyn gives me a huge grin and pulls out of my arms and runs over to her mom's leg, wrapping her arms around her.

"Go pay, momma!" Another swipe after the tears on my cheek takes away the evidence other than the stains that are visible. I watch Brooklyn with so much interest. Will I be able to even surpass as a mother? Finally, the child pulls on Vy's hand, and then taking off into the living room, with giggles following her.

"Vy... how did you do it? How did you do it being so young with her? What... did you think? Did you think you'd keep her? I mean, I won't dare do that... but, what options did you have?" I'm curious for my own sake. In case my father has his way about it, what I will one day protect, he may feel the need to get rid of. I'm almost eighteen, but so far from it. Is it even possible, the choise is mine? "What if... my dad has control? What if I don't get a choise? Vy, my dad will kill me."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Is Vy a bad influence without even knowing it? For some reason Kyanite feels the need to ask if she actually needs to tell Matthew. They haven't even addressed the fact the Blonde didn't tell a soul, yet here she is talking about keeping it from her baby's father. Sure he's not the best guy in this district, but he's not bad. He holds the slightest right of knowing for some reason, even if his reaction is uncertain right now. "Yeah." Vy gives the unfortunate truth. If Kyanite can have more then just one person on her side she needs to try, no matter what she'll always have one at least. How to inform Matthew, and everyone else for that matter, can come later though. For now Ky and her emotions deserves all the attention. Until Brooklyn comes in to steal it that is...or not as even a toddler can grow concern just from the smallest sign of tears.

To call this sight precious would be an understatement. It's as if Ky's finally accepted that this outcome will not be as bad as it feels, even if worry is consuming her right now. One day she'll be holding a baby of her own, and maybe they'll even be sitting on the porch together like a pair of adults as their children run around playing. She tells Brooklyn that her mommy's going to make it all better and requests for her to go play. Understanding that everything's not alright now she actually listens without an argument. Of course she has to ask her mommy to join her first though. How funny that she's able to fully comprehend somethings, while with others she's completely naive. Or perhaps she is fully aware and just gives it a try anyways. Sadly it doesn't work this time though.

"Not now, Rugrat. We'll come play with you in a little." Vy gives an adorable chubby cheek a kiss as well before giving the little one a gentle pat to skedaddle. Focus returns to Kyanite once Brooklyn runs off to occupy herself. Great thing about two year olds, they can finally be slightly independent. And soon enough Ky will be learning about all the wonderful pros and cons each age range has. But for now it's getting through the initial pregnancy stuff first.

Even though Vy has gone through this, she's speechless on where to start. Their circumstances are still very different despite them both being pregnancies. What's going through Kyanite's mind? What does she want to know? So when Ky speaks, she gladly doesn't say a word and listens. For starters her experience is wanted, along with Ky's biggest fear. Which does she address first? The more important one obviously. There's no way Mr. Ruze is going to have control over this pregnancy, and he sure as hell won't be allowed to stop it. "I won't let him." Vy claims with full confidence. Without it even being said she knows she'd jump in front of a bullet for her only good, true friend.

As much as Vy would rather not relive her past, she needs to answer the rest of the questions. How did she get through it? Because she honestly doesn't know. But she's here now, and both her and Brooklyn are doing alright. "As for how I got through it..." She pauses, unsure how to answer. Quite a few times she considered adoption since everyone wants newborns anyways, and she knew she had to go through with the pregnancy. "I hid away during the whole thing, no one knew but Brittany." Of course there's a lot more then that, and as much as she'd love to not bring it up, she does for Kyanite. "She helped me set up a cute couple to adopt Brooklyn. But once I held her I couldn't." A faint, weak smile draws to her face as her heart sinks with the idea of her actually going through with it.

Staying on this topic is the last thing that she wants. "Are you hungry?" Vy asks shortly after a small pause. Before an answer she pulls back to her feet, offering a hand to Kyanite. "Come on you're feeding for two now." She jokes without the humorous tone. After all Ky never got to try just how good of a cook she is.

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Brooklyn tries to get Vy to go off and play with her, not fully understanding that I need her as well. It isn't but a moment later, with a kiss on the cheek, she lets the child go off on her own to explore the world of being a toddler in a childproofed house. I watch her legs move as she runs. I watch the unsteady balance as she corrects herself when she turns the corner adn disappear into the living room. I shake my head and start to voice my words about what's to come. What will happen when my father finds out and I tell Vy that I know he would probably want control over what happens to the baby when he does. Only, Vy's quick mouth is full of stubborness and a flick of hatred towards my father. She just doesn't know him. It would probably be the first thing out of his mouth. For some reason as she says that, it instills in me some reassurance that I don't want to get rid of the baby after he or she is born. If I created something as precious as a life, I don't want to get rid of it in any shape or form.

"AS for how I got through it... I hid away during the whole thing, no one knew but Brittany." I listen, letting my nerves calm down as I sit on the floor, with my knees still propped up, and I reach for a tissue to blot my eyes that have become a little bit sore from rubbing the tears away and the tears that stung on the way down. A sniffle comes next as Vy explains more about how she had set up an adoption with a potential family for Brooklyn. It would be weird to think of Vy without her daughter now. It's like it was meant to be and all, but she claims the moment she held her in her arms, that everything else just kinda faded into the grey. She couldn't let her go.

I glance up to at Vy. There's something small pulling the corners of her lips outward, if very faintly and then disappears just as soon as it comes. I didn't realize I'd be pulling up so many memories for her, let alone with her telling me. These kind of things are meant to be kept to oneself. Not to be told to someone who is only classified as a friend. This is deeper stuff. This is stuff that I would keep to the grave, but she has the courage to say it all. And to me... You could have fed me bull hockey for all I know, but you told me the truth. Thank you, Vy.

A change of topics suddenly arrises, but not something I want to deal with. Food just seems so trival all of a sudden and I would have refused only she comes up with telling me something that just makes horrible sense. Eating for two? My body will start changing now. What is food going to do? A hand is once again drawn out to me as she gets up. Her hand looks soft, far from delicate but strong. I shake my head a little to that question though.

"I can't eat... Not like this. Vy, I just found out I'm .... " I can't say it for some reason. It just doesn't seem possible, if only in the littlest bit. Hesitantly, I place a hand to my stomach for a moment, envisioning what is to be coming to me. What its goign to feel like and all. I've already been dealing with being sick every day, but to actually have this for a reason. I reach out to Vy, letting my hand fall into hers now and I hoist myself up to my feet and annoyingly wipe my eyes again with the towel. "Can I have some water?" I ask her as I follow her out the door and into the rest of the house of hers.

I reach out to her, letting my fingers wrap around her arm and stop her from where she stands. Without notice or warning, I wrap my arms around her figure and lay my head on her, embracing her in a hug. "Thank you for the support, Vy. You have no idea what it means to me. I just feel like I can trust you and you've never let me down before. Just, Thanks!" One more small squeeze I muster out before letting go of her, but staying withing close proximity. "Vy.... when I tell my father, will you kinda be around? I mean, just whereever I go to tell him. I don't want to do that alone... you know if Matthew refuses this and stuff. I don't want to be alone."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Imagining life without Brooklyn is so painful. What if their wasn't that immediate connection that had Vy clutching the small baby for dear life and refusing to let her go? Everything would be so different now. The move probably never would of happened, the attitude shift, somehow making amazing friends. It could of never happened if she didn't make that sudden decision change. And to think in a couple of years Kyanite will probably be thinking the same exact thing. As much downfalls as children seem to have, their benefits overrides them by far. Plus Ky already has those motherly instincts that Vy didn't learn until actually faced with the experience. As difficult as this all seems now, she'll have absolutely no regret once holding that precious small being. Until then, and of course even after, she most certainly has a friend to help her through it.

Not wanting to wait a second longer in being that very help, Vy offers what immediately comes to mind. Well if she's pregnant, she must be hungry. Though that ability to consume everything in the house won't be occurring for a month or two still. The first trimester will probably be nothing but nausea, and despite feeding for two now that's exactly what's stopping her. Whether it's the news or the actual pregnancy, she holds no trace of an appetite. "Alright, no food. Lets just get out of the bathroom." Vy agrees and offers an alternative as her hand remains open and waiting. Gently yet still firmly she pulls the Brunette up to her feet so they can exit the small room. At this point, whatever will have her in a slightly better mood they'll do.

There's an instinct to drape an arm over Kyanite to give support and comfort. Unsure if they're already acting too close Vy decides to take the lead out of the bathroom instead. It feels like every move she's made so far has been the right one, but still she doesn't want to overstep. "Yeah, of course." She replies to the request for water, glad she finally has a destination to go to. Something stops her though and she's pulled back oh so suddenly. Knowing fully well it's Kyanite's hand gripping her arm, she doesn't yank back though. Does she have another question or concern? Request for something? She's completely unsure until arms wrap around her in a warm embrace. Automatically she gives the hug back as her chin rests on the Brunette's shoulder and a few strands of hair. Well this is unexpected, and even more so surprisingly nice.

As if the hug alone wasn't enough, a thank you and appreciation from Kyanite joins in. Is she trying to get Vy to go soft? Because it's not working...externally at least. "Any time." She follows with a promise and gratitude of her own. Now that she knows what it's like to have a close friend, she'll be by her side for as long as she's allowed and wanted there. There's a very good chance Ky's the only female she'll ever be able to get along with, and that she's not willing to waist that for anything. They continue on the short walk to the kitchen, and this time the conversation doesn't pause. Another request is given, and Vy's extremely happy for any thrown her way. This time it's over her wanted company when Ky tells her father, yet another thing she'll never refuse.

"Who else is going to make sure your dad doesn't step out of line?" The hint of humor returns as she answers this one. Even if Matthew's there, Vy would prefer to be as well. After all she was the only one capable of taking Jins down, this is no different. Kyanite's father may be harmless for all she knows, nothing compared to that creep that attacked them, but all precautions will be taken. A glass of water is poured and handed over. "All of this it going be okay." She repeats from earlier since it seems like Ky's finally realizing she'll make it out of this on top. No matter what it's all going to be okay.