A.N. Throws chapter on ground and runs away to word document.

That night I had another nightmare, but when I woke up there was no one to glare at. Peppermint maid would probably try to avoid me as long as she could, so for the first time in awhile I was going to be alone for what would probably the day.

A sharp kick aimed at my ribs not so gently reminded me that being alone, most likely wasn't going to be a thing anymore. I tried to rub my stomach but frowned when it didn't help, 'how can they already like Gumball more?'

The thought of Gumball stopped my actions and looked down at my… crap that really is my stomach and it is fricking huge. I placed a hand on my stomach rubbed it slowly, "you two are going to be a handful aren't you?" A firm kick was given in reply but then it surprisingly settled down.

"I still don't know if you two are going to be normal, or as normal as you can be all things considering. Every day you guys are getting closer to making your depute and sometimes I think everything is going to be fine; and that's what scares me."

I wasn't suited to be a parent; without a question Gumball was, but not really me. I thought of Simone, who tried to give me everything she could and ultimately paid the price. She would always put on the tiara if she thought it would help in any way, and that made her mind slip faster than it would have if I wasn't in the picture.

There are days that I want to see her so I could to thank her; for always making sure I ate, for trying to teach me things even though the world went to hell around us, for treating me like her son even when she was trying so hard to keep it together.

Even if I went over there then I know that she won't remember me, no matter what I say. Even if she did it would be an unclear recollection of me and would last for a few seconds at most.

Despite this I still want to give her a hug to tell her it was ok that she couldn't hold back the madness. I want to tell her that even though she wasn't there for long; that I will always think of her when I imagine what a mom would be like.

My 'real' mother may be related by blood, but she's never really showed that she loves or even cares about me. Recently we got back in contact but I can't forget what she did to me when I was younger. Stealing my food wasn't the problem; it was the fact that she could have helped me out at any time and decided against it.

When my father died in that blast, I was truly alone and she knew that but didn't come for me. When Simone's mind broke and ran away I was alone again, and she never showed up. When I found a group of survivors and they died one by one in an inhospitable world, she still didn't show up.

Instead, one of the first time I met her she was professional and then ate my hard earned food, something that was very hard to get hold of; all without so much as a "I'm sorry I abounded you in a world that is literally falling apart and is full of strange creatures that all want to kill you."

I had started crying somewhere in my mental tirade, but really couldn't care less at the hot tears and the otherwise embarrassing little whines I was making. After who knows how long, I stopped and after letting out a few more sniffles I could honestly say that I felt much better.

Crying has always been gross and in the past 8 months I had done way too much of it but this was different, it feels as if a weight has been lifted off my chest. Maybe I should tell Gumball about some of this; on second thought I'll keep it to myself for now.

After that nice little trip down memory lane I felt pretty tired so a nap was a good next stop. I couldn't help but grab one of his old shirts; of course I realized that the shirt wouldn't be able to fit me until after the kids were out. After looking down I realized it might take a little while to fit any of my old clothes, or Gumball's for that matter.

Settling for the next best thing I curled up on his side of the bed and buried my face in his pillow, the smell wasn't the same but it was the best thing I had and it would do till he came back from trying to convince the current threat to not kill people.

Now that my thoughts were on that I couldn't help but wish that I was with them, yeah I can't fight but it still would've been nice for him to tell me about it. He was smart but there has no telling what they would do and might end up starting a fight right there.

War is messy and will always result in death, even my basic schooling told me that much. Simone tried to teach me some basic history, but the only war I had really cared about is the one that destroyed my father and turned the world grey.

She had different reasons of what led up to the Mushroom war but I couldn't quite get it, and to tell the truth I still can't. That being said I still know that when everybody gets involved in a war, no one ever wins.

If a fight did break out then I'm sure that the Flame Kingdom would be the first to start fighting and that would lead Fionna to start fighting; and if that happens then Candy Kingdom will enter the fight and then- no.

I refuse to work myself up over this when I have no idea what will happen. Instead I'm going to sleep and when I wake up then I'll do…something productive, maybe.