Domenica led me upstairs to the studio room, where the drums sat in the far corner, opposite a set of three guitars in the other corner, and in the middle closer to the door sat Tay's keyboards. I sat at the bench in back of them, running my hands over the keys. Domenica is sitting in across the room on a chair next to Ike's accoustic guitar.
"What the hell am I doing here, Domenica?" She looks up at me, "You have to tell him."
"But..." I let my voice drift off, staring at the Kurzweil pro. keyboards. I havd loved fooling around with the sounds of the different keys.
There are footsteps coming up the stairs, I keep my eyes low on the piano keys. Mrs. Hanson walks slowly into the room behind me, and crosses to a chair a few feet in front of the drums, so we sat all looking at each other.
"Hi, Mom...I mean, Mrs, Hanson."
"Mom," she corrects, a minute of soundlessness passes.
"Mia," she goes on, even now she uses my nickname instead, adults aren't supposed to do that, are they? I try to keep my mind on that topic, but since she doesn't continue, I look up. "Domenica told me about the baby," she finishes.
"Domenica! You promised!" I glare at Demi, hurt. She just looks down at the floor.
"I had to tell someone," she murmurs.
I stare at the ivory white pieces of the set of keys, looking past them and thinking about how this mess had started and how I never thought this would happen, but no one ever does.

Diana looks at me, "You need to tell him,"
I don't look up. How can I tell him I'm having a baby and I know it's his when he's off with another girl? We've only been apart a month, and the baby's only two months along. But he's with that girl, Amy, now. I left a week after we broke up and I stayed over Domenica for a while. I started seeing him with Amy, first just talking with a group of friends then walking hand in hand. God that hurt. And then when I found out I was pregnant, it just made things worse...and better. I was going to have a child on my own in a town where I had lost the only family I knew and I couldn't get back to Connecticut yet. The boy I knew was the father, that I still love, dumped me before I'd found out for reasons I still don't know, and the only part of him I had left was the necklace he'd given me for my birthday and the baby I was going to have. And now my closest friend in the area had dragged me back to into the house that was home and now I sat across his mother.

"I can't," I whisper, "I can't."
"You can, and you have to," Domenica speaks up.
"It's as much his fault as yours, and as much his baby as yours," Mrs. Hanson states.
Well, I didn't do it myself, but he's gone and he's somenone else and I'll be fine. I state my opinion out loud. Mrs. Hanson frowns.
"But don't you think he should at least know about you having his child?!" Domenica asks, in a way almost pleading.
"Not really." I murmur. The door downstairs opens and slams shut, laughing voices echo up the stairs. One laugh I know too well, the other I've never heard before, but just the same I know who it is. Diana walks to the door, "Taylor!"
Oh no, No no no, My mind is bewildered and overwhelmed, but it's becoming numb. All I can think is "no."
"Yeah, Mom?" he yells back.
"Come up here please," she replies.
"Okay."
"Please, please, please don't make me do this...nooo, ple-ase!" I moan, I'm not really pleading, knowing that wouldn't do any good. Tay walks up the stairs and I hear his footsteps. And hers.