Mark's POV

"Are you kidding me?! Do you know how dead I would have been if she died?!"

"Look, I'm sorry! But it really wasn't my fault! How the hell was I supposed to know that she was allergic to cheese?!"

Charles sighed and ran his hands through his hair. We were now at the infirmary waiting for the results for Agnes. It was torture. Mark was digging out whatever manliness that was left in me by making me whine like a little girl. And Agnes, well, she was Agnes. I couldn't understand why they treated her the way they did. They had her arm handcuffed to the hospital bed which made me wonder if that's why she behaved the way she did. "Ugh! I hate my life." He took out a cigarette box from his pocket and grabbed a cigarette from it. He put it between his lips before snatching it and putting it back in the box after swearing. Probably remembering he can't smoke in here. I sat in the chair next to him, slouching backwards and resting my foot on my knee.

"Is it about the girl that hates you?" He remained unresponsive for a while before nodding. I sighed and rested my hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it." Before I realised it, Charles had his hands across his mouth attempting to muffle his laughter. "What's so funny?" I asked raising an eye an eyebrow. He shook his head and tried his best to keep a straight face.

"Don't worry about it." he repeated my words while clasping his hands and looked ahead of him as if waiting for something.

I was about to say something then, without a warning, it was high school all over again. "Mark! Sweetheart?! Yoo-hoo! Over here!" I froze in my spot and stared wide-eyed at the woman... that made me.

"Mom?"

"Oh my darling! How have you been?" she kissed me and kissed me and kissed me until Charles couldn't hold his laughter any longer. He fell of his chair struggled to get up but he just couldn't stop laughing. He obviously caught my mom's attention which made her give Charles 'the look'. The look that meant many things all at once. "Hi. I'm Mindy. Mark's mother. And you are?" she reached out her hand to him as he grabbed it with his.

"Charlie Luther. I'm Mark's boss." He flashed her his whites and she instantly put on one of her ' I'm a totally innocent and formal woman' smile.

"Well it's nice to meet you. Sorry for the intrusion or... so, I just thought my baby would be hungry." I swear if there is one thing I didn't miss, it was her pinching my cheeks. It's annoying and it hurts. And it didn't stop Charles from snorting out loud.

"I see." He gave me one of those smiles that say ' I'm gonna tease you very soon'.

"Mom, I-I'm really-" I stutter, hoping she gets the hint in which she does.

"Oh, yes. I get it. I'm leaving. I have to get home and make some calls anyways. Your sister said she's going to visit as soon as she can. You haven't called her in a while and she said if you don't call, she'll castrate you. Whatever that means." I rolled my eyes at the familiar threats from the she-devil herself.

"Oh, Ms. Davis. Are you in a hurry? I was thinking maybe I could show you around. You know, to see what kind of environment your baby has been residing." I could have strangled him on the spot, I swear.

"Oh, that would be lovely. Thank you. You're too kind." She wrapped her arm around his arm as he escorted her down the hallways. I knew that she would now be bragging over and over about how kind he is and I should observe his behaviour and blah blah blah! A doctor came out of Agnes' room a few minutes after my mother and her new boyfriend disappeared down the hallway. I instantly stood up to hear the results.

"Well?"

"Well, Ms. Bailene is fine. She's a bit tired but other than that she should be out of here in a few days. You can see her if you like."

"Thanks." I made my way into the room in less than 2 seconds and that made me realise that I was anxious to see her. And I had an idea why. I opened the door and immediately, my eyes landed on the pale, beautiful blue eyed girl that was asleep and strapped to the bed. I walked over to her bed and rested my hand on her cheek, admiring her for what felt like eternity before I brought my lips to meet hers. I kissed her softly and passionately and a few seconds into the kiss, she brought her hand to my face and responded to it. it lasted for a while but then I pulled away to look at her face. "How are you?" I ran my thumb over her left cheek as I examined her face.

"I'm fine. I just feel so... itchy." I smiled a little at her comment. It seemed to me that she couldn't resist itching her cheeks. "How long until I get out of here? We never did finish our paintings."

"Soon, but for now rest. I'll check up on you in a few, okay?" she pouted but conceded so I got the impression that she was in fact tired. I left her to sleep and I made my way to the fountain to get water to drink.

Agnes' POV

I wiggled my toes playfully due to boredom of being in a big white room with nothing to do. I didn't sleep because I couldn't sleep but I wanted to. If that even made any sense. I tried my hardest to go to sleep but it seemed impossible to do. I closed my eyes and tried to think of happy thoughts. Suddenly an image of Mark and me in our own apartment flashed through my mind. it seems as though he just came and I was in the kitchen cooking, he wrapped his arms around me from the back and kissed me gently before making his way to a baby in the corner that was playing with his toys quietly. The child smiled joyfully at the sight of what seems to be his father. My heart leaped at the thought of us being married and living together.

"How sweet! You know your thoughts and dreams of you two together is starting to make me feel a bit jealous." And just like that, all the thoughts of Mark and I living together and having a baby vanished from my mind. The images stopped along with my heart. I immediately started to sweat and pant at the sound of the voice. Her voice. My eyes shot open and met hers. She smirked at my shock and confusion towards her presence. "Hello darling. Did you miss me?" My breath hitched in my throat and I felt like I finally got to sleep. It felt like a dream. I couldn't move not even my fingers but I managed to move my lips.

"Mom?" she was hugging me in less than a second. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her tightly. I felt tears down my cheeks before I realized that it was both mine and hers.

"Do you have any idea how much I missed you?" I cried harder and sobbed louder. I couldn't help it. If anyone came in it'd probably look like I was hugging no one. She released me and held my shoulders, staring deeply into my blue orbs. "I had to see you. You barely think of me anymore you know. Mark is getting way more better treatment than I am." She stepped backwards and wiped her eyes. "I didn't come here to whine about Mark. I'm here because I missed my baby and I wanted to see you. I heard about the boy who has been holding my daughter's heart and I must say, I don't like it!"

"What do you mean? He's a nice person. He understands me, he cares about me and I think... I think he likes m-"

"I have orders from your great-grandmother. It's not my call." She said sternly. I was terrified of what was to happen. Knowing the mothers, nothing good ever comes out of their mouths. "Unfortunately, Freda has a bad feeling about him and she hates how attached to him you are." I remained silent. Mostly because I didn't know what to say. Needless to say, I hated Freda and at that moment, I hated her more than ever. I softly but bravely asked the question I dreaded.

"What do you want me to do?" It would barely be considered as a whisper but of course, she heard it. She slowly raised her hand towards her hair and pulled out a short, silver dagger and rested it in my hand. I immediately brought back my hand causing the knife to fall. A look of confusion took over my mother's face as she looked at the knife then back to me. "I am not killing him! I will never kill him mother! I love him! I love Mark and I refuse to kill him just like that! I won't do it!"

"Agnes, you have to do this!"

"And why is that?!" If a lot of people could hear me shouting, I wouldn't be surprised.

"Because I can't have what happened to me to happen to you!" Silence fell upon the room for what felt like hours. I didn't quite comprehend what she was telling me.

"What do you mean?"

"Freda. She saw something. Mark will bless you with a child but not girl. If that happens you will have to do something worse than killing him. And believe me, you don't want that." The knife appeared back in her hand and she repeated her actions. The dagger was cold and sinful. And I hated every second of having it in my hands. "My darling, listen to the mothers." She wrapped her fingers around my enclosed hand and brought it to my chest, "Make mommy proud."

Suddenly the door opened abruptly and a nurse stepped in with her back towards me, pulling a metal cart filled with food. " I hope you're hungry Ms. Bailene." I looked back to where my mother should've been to see that she was gone. There was no trace of her or nothing to tell she was even there except for the knife in my hand which I quickly hid behind my back. I loved Mark and I had high hopes and dreams of what our life could've been like but I'm a Bailene. And I'm a girl. And a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.