Um, honestly, if you guy's like this chapter I'll continue. I have the entire thing already planned out – I'm just working on the kinks from chapter to chapter, but the main plot is already thoroughly thought of - and unless something majorly bad happens then I'll continue. But please comment your opinion. It's necessary. And who do you think I should pair Ymir up with if it's not Christa? Some people say Nanaba, some other's say Annie, but I could see her more sliding with someone like Mina Carolina. What's your opinion? Or should I make an OC (original character) and pair her up with the OC? Which I could do. If I do that, any name suggestions? Also if you don't feel like commenting your opinion of who I should pair Ymir up with, please at least comment on what you think. I'm really looking forward to your reviews. (: (Also thank you to my friend's on FB that helped me and supported me. C: And are continuing to support me.)

"Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can't forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released."
- Natalie Goldberg

Chapter One:

The tiny blonde felt a jolt in her body, like something in her stomach churned. She didn't understand it, why she was feeling this way. Her hands went to her taut belly. She wiggled her way out of the bed in Sasha's guest room – which is where she has been staying for the past week. Something churned again in her stomach, she hoped this time it would fade like it did sometimes. But no, she jolted up and ran to the bathroom and locked herself in it while she threw up everything remaining in her stomach. Which was basically nothing because she hadn't ate since the night before. Christa rested her head against the bathroom wall and hugged her knees to her chest. Just what is wrong with me?

"Ugh." She felt the nausea again, and threw her head back into the toilet bowl to up-chuck more. It was irritating to her to have to hold her hair back, every morning so by now she was just keeping it in a low pony tail so it wouldn't get in her face. She usually wore the style throughout the day, partly because she threw up not only just in the morning, but also sometimes throughout the day. She didn't want her hair getting dirty and then having to shower fifty times a day. Christa sat on the floor again, waiting to see if she felt anymore nausea.

After a minute of silence, a knock on the door startled Christa. She got up, and said hold on, and flushed the toilet and washed her mouth out. She hated the after-taste, which made her get sick as well. The blonde opened up the door, to see a sleepy Connie at the door. His shaved head made him look slightly monk-ish. His eyes were half opened, and he rubbed them, while he watched her silently for a minute. The hazel eyed guy yawned and his hand moved to scratch his head.

"I heard you got sick, are you okay?" He wobbled his way closer to her. Connie noticed that something was off about the girl, but wasn't about to say anything or speak. He might be an idiot, but as oblivious as he was, he wasn't that oblivious. Plus he found Christa in a similar situation a week ago, when he caught her throwing up the first night she spent the night. He choose not to say anything, because he just assumed it was a one-time thing. But now, now Connie wasn't too sure. He wasn't too sure if he should say something to Sasha or Ymir – who lives with the blonde, either.

Christa's blue eyes trailed the floor; she didn't want to talk about it. Not about why she could possibly be getting sick. It's been happening for the last month, and she knew she was just denying it. The tiny girl hoped that if she ignored it long enough it'd just go away. "Y-yeah, I'm fine." She muttered and walked past him.

The blonde had hoped he didn't actually hear her throw up, but it was inevitable since it already had happened. So there was nothing Christa could do about it now. Unfortunately, it was the second time that week he found her like that. So she was beginning to worry if Connie was suspecting something and that he would bring it up with Ymir or Sasha. She especially didn't want Ymir to know anything about her health right now. She was fine; she was going to be fine. Nothing was wrong. Christa sighed to herself and went out to the living room.

Later on in the day, when Connie had told Sasha and Sasha told him it was probably just stress. But Connie couldn't help worry that it was something else. Christa was sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket like usual as Sasha cooked for the three. Sometimes Christa helped, but today she wasn't. Her body was feeling weak, due to how many times she threw up that morning. She had suspected on what it could be, maybe food sickness? But the blonde wasn't stupid; she's been like this for a while, too long for it to be just food sickness. So her only other idea of what it could be was pregnancy, and she COULD NOT, absolutely not be pregnant with Ymir. Her hand shifted over her stomach inconspicuously while she looked to the left of her to see her two close friends cooking together. Christa smiled softly to herself, reminiscing about the times Ymir and her would do that together. Except most of the time, it ended up with her put on the counter by Ymir and it ended with them doing stuff - or they both would be covered in flour. So when Connie accidentally threw some flour at Sasha, covering her brown shirt in it, Christa laughed. The two both looked at the blonde watching them on the couch, partly because her laugh interrupted their moment.

The smell of Tuna in the air, made Sasha melt. She absolutely loved food, meat usually being her favorite, but she wasn't exactly in love with fish as she was with some meat. None of her friends understood how the girl could eat so much, and yet she stayed so skinny. Connie wasn't gaining a whole lot of weight either, surprisingly because of how much he ate since he's been with Sasha was a lot. Christa and Ymir always assumed it was because the two was always so active, since every time they had a double date or something – Sasha and Connie was always goofing off somewhere and acting like idiots. Ymir always told the blonde that their friends were the legit definition of the word 'idiot'. But Christa, being the Goddess that she's always pretended to be, laughed it off and said they're not actually stupid. Ymir has never been fooled by that act of hers.

Christa got a whiff of the smell, and bolted up from the couch and ran straight to the bathroom. She crouched over the toilet and her hands gripped onto the sides of it as she threw up everything she ate and drank all day. Connie and Sasha both ran after her, completely worried. Connie stood in the doorway while Sasha crouched next to her, and rubbed her back. The brunette's brown eyes looked back at her lover with concern growing in them, and then back to her blonde's friend. Christa looked back to Sasha, her blue eyes starting to fill with tears. She covered her mouth and leaned onto the shoulder of Sasha. "I-I don't know what's wrong with me." Her nether lip quivered and her entire body was shaking uncontrollably. "Wh-what is wrong?"

Connie was watching the two, and got down to kneel down on the other side of Christa and rubbed her back. The blonde leaned into the comfort bodies of her two closest friends. Sasha looked over to Connie, with the 'Should I ask her?' face of hers and Connie nodded in return.

"Do you think you could be pregnant?" Sasha asked.

Christa's fair white face went paler than it's ever been before as her shocked eyes looked at Sasha, dead in the face. "I—I thought, I—don't know. Maybe I am?" Then her blue eyes trailed the floor and back to the toilet she just threw up in and reached up to flush it. She could feel the tears starting to swell up in her eyes, the water was making them burn. If she was, how would she tell Ymir? Could she even bring herself to tell Ymir? No she couldn't, at least she didn't think she could. She and Ymir have been broken up for almost Three months. Bringing a baby in the world that belonged to Ymir? She could do that. But the thought of telling Ymir that she was pregnant terrified her, and telling her that she was pregnant with her child scared her even more.

"Did you take a pregnancy test ever?" Sasha's hair fell onto the blonde's shoulders, as she tried to comfort her friend. She felt Christa's tiny body shudder next to hers as she rubbed her back. When their skin touched, Christa's skin felt as cold as ice. 'Maybe she's not pregnant, maybe it's the flu?' Sasha couldn't help but think. Her friend being pregnant with her ex, she had to admit the girl must be pretty petrified right now.

Christa replied with a weak nod, her voice sounded softer than ever. "Yes, but I thought it was false." Her hand moved away from Sasha's warmth and onto her belly, which she was now expecting to see it the size of a watermelon. "I-I thought I would get my period." Her hand fell into her own lap, as she looked down at her hand. Memorizing the tiny size of it. Everything about her was tiny. Even being 19, as old as she was, she was still tiny. Being nearly five-feet tall, but not quite. She was much shorter than her lover and was definitely way shorter than Sasha and Connie. In fact, she was shorter than all of her friend's. So it was no doubt everything about her would be tinier.

Sasha couldn't help but glance down at the blonde, the blonde hair beneath her chin and the smell of the strawberry shampoo in her hair made Sasha hungrier than she already was. But she needed to be there for her friend, and she understood that. "How long ago was that?" The brunette couldn't help but ask.

Christa bit her lower lip and glanced away, hiding her face in between her friend's breasts. She didn't want to answer that, because it was so long ago. It's been so long since she's been denying the fact that she just might be pregnant with Ymir for so long. That she was slightly ashamed, and worried that Sasha would possibly hate her for it.

"Christa. How long ago did you take the pregnancy test?" Sasha demanded when Christa failed to answer her. Sasha waited another minute, before letting her friend go and staring at her blankly with a hard stare. "Answer me."

Connie watched Sasha's concern expression turn into the evil – almost – expression he's never seen on her before. Usually she looked so cheerful and happy, so seeing her look dead was an completely new thing to him.

"It was Three or Two months ago." Christa's hand found her stomach, she's been keeping this secret for far too long. She knew it was bound to happen, unless she really wasn't pregnant, and which she had hoped she wasn't. Especially because if she really was, the girl wasn't stupid, she knew that eventually she was bound to show. And considering her tiny body, it was more likely to be sooner than later if she was pregnant. But when Christa usually lifted up her shirt, her stomach didn't look bigger. She didn't see a little bump. The only sign so far, other than morning-sickness and a few missed periods was her breasts were tender and have gotten a bit bigger.

Sasha's expression changed into this stupid look she was giving Christa, that basically screamed 'Really?' She couldn't believe that it's been that long since Christa took the pregnancy test, she should've told someone. Ymir should've noticed and said something too. But no, here her beloved friend was, sitting and crying on her floor. So Sasha did the only thing she thought she could do. She stood up and grabbed Connie. "Get ready, because after dinner I'll take you to the women's clinic." She uttered before walking out and leaving the Goddess alone completely.

After dinner, Sasha did just that. Of course that was only after Connie and her had ate. Christa wasn't having much of an appetite. She was honestly too scared, and she felt like if she took a bite of something or smelled something she would throw up. So she was trying to keep down whatever she had down in her stomach, which she knew was probably nothing now that she had thrown up. If she was pregnant, part of her wondered how the baby could be with how often she'd throw up. It was almost like she couldn't keep anything down. And anything she could keep down was only what Ymir liked. Part of her hoped that she wasn't pregnant.

Once at the doctor's office, Sasha signed her in because Christa was too nervous too. Her legs were all wobbly and her entire body was shaking. If I am, I can't be a mother. I don't know how to be a mother. She did everything she could to keep herself from crying. She didn't want to cry, not in public, and not again in front of Connie and Sasha. Not over something like this, she didn't want to be seen as someone weak. Even if she was weak, and which she always thought she was. Christa has always had a low opinion of herself, but never said anything about it out loud. And why would she? As soon as she would probably say something, someone would probably laugh at her again and bully her. She wanted to avoid that so she tried to surround herself with people who wouldn't do that. She wanted no one to know who she really was.

When Christa, Connie and Sasha found a spot to sit. Which was in the corner, away from other people – just how the blonde would like it, right now. Christa nerves were really starting to get to her. And Sasha and Connie weren't helping, by talking about Ymir and how Ymir would react to the baby or the fact of how Ymir would react knowing that she knocked up someone. The tiny girl passed time by twiddling her thumbs together, playing with her hair and shaking her legs as she sat in place. She's never been in this kind of situation before, not even when her and Ymir were together. She never thought once before that this would be possible, that she could be pregnant. And now here she was, sitting in the women's clinic waiting to be called back to probably be poked and prodded with. And that wasn't something she wanted.

The white wooden door swung open, and a short ginger haired nurse walked into the lobby where all the patients were waiting. "Christa Renz?" She called out.

Christa looked up, then glanced to Sasha and Connie. Sasha smiled and stood up with Christa, taking her by the hand. "Wait here, okay Connie?" She looked back to her lover.

Connie nodded and picked up a magazine that was sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the room and began to read it while Sasha and Christa were led into the back by the nurse.

"I'm Petra. I'll be the nurse assisting Doctor Zoe." She led the two to the first room and motioned for Christa to sit down on the examination table.

Christa gasped when she saw the room, it felt so cold and it smelled like pine – or bleach, or something. She hated the scent of hospitals. But she got up and sat on the examination table anyway, while Sasha took a seat across the room in just a regular waiting chair.

"So I assume you're here because of a pregnancy test?" Petra glanced to Christa, then to Sasha. It wasn't all that uncommon to see young girls come in, with their friends as support instead of the baby's father.

Christa numbly nodded. "What will the doctor do?"

Petra smiled brightly at the blonde, tilting her head as she did so. "Well, either Doctor Zoe will take a blood sample or a urine test. Whatever is to your preference." Petra walked over to the part of the room where there was a counter, with a computer on it and began to press away with the mouse.

"Christa Renz is your real name right?" Petra began to ask the usual questions one would get at the doctor's office.

"Y-yes." Christa replied, this was all to surreal for her. Maybe this was a dream, she couldn't help but think.

After Petra was done with the thousand questions, Christa felt nauseated again. But after a few minutes it passed, and which the blonde was thankful for – she didn't want to cause a scene by getting up and running to the nearest bathroom just to throw up. So when Petra left, to go get the doctor, she was glad that she could just be in the comfort of just her and her best friend for right now. However, Christa could feel her heart pounding rapidly within her chest. Partly because she just wanted this whole thing to be over with, so she could know for sure. Is she pregnant or not?

Doctor Zoe entered the room, with this cheerful aura that screamed with how excited she was. Her glasses were fogged up, from how much she was running from one hallway to the other. Excited with all the patients, which was really nothing new with her. But with Christa, and how she was right now, it slightly scared her so she cringed away from her a bit. Doctor Zoe glanced at the blonde, with this smile that looked almost evil. Like she was plotting to do some sort of experiment on her.

"So you're here for a pregnancy test, eh?" She asked, calming down a bit now and starting to actually get serious about things. "Would you like a blood test or urine test?" She went straight to the computer that Petra went to as soon as she came in, and began to click away too.

"B-blood test." Christa put her hands on her knees.

Doctor Zoe nodded. "Okay, well we won't know right away. You know that right? It could be 25 minutes until a day. It depends how bad our lab is backed up."

Christa nodded. "It's okay. I already took a home pregnancy test, it was positive." She looked at the doctor; the dark brown hair of Doctor Zoe for some reason reminded her of Ymir. Which wasn't good, the thought of Ymir made her even more nervous. And if she was going to be poked with a needle, that wasn't something she needed because she didn't exactly like them.

"It's good that you came in, home pregnancy tests aren't always that accurate. But it could be accurate. How long do you think you could be?" Doctor Zoe looked away from the computer, the light off the screen was blocking out her eye color from being seen from where Christa sat.

"I took it Two or Three months ago." Christa mumbled.

The doctor gasped, shooting a look at the blonde. "As soon as the results are in, and if you are pregnant. You need to get on some Prenatal vitamins so the baby can be strong and healthy. Okay?"

Christa nodded. "O-okay." She hugged her knees to her chest as Doctor Zoe left to probably get the needle and other thing's that she needed. What if I don't want the baby? Christa shot a glance to Sasha, her blue eyes wide with fear. Sasha just returned with an 'It'll be okay' smile and Christa looked down, dropping her legs and swaying them back and forth.