3rd Person POV

The next morning, Nya was making it painfully clear that she was still mad at Jay. She'd dumped the plates on the table, resulting in loud clatters from the ceramic hitting the wood. She'd given Jay the cold shoulder all morning, ignoring everything he was saying.

At long last, after a meal of eggs on toast with juice, Jay cleared his throat, "I want you staying at home at all times."

Nya rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "As if I don't already do that!"

Jay reached out and took her hand. She immediately withered away from his grasp, "Nya, please. I keep worrying about you-"

She simply saluted, standing up as she cleared the plates, "Well if you need anything, I'm here. At home. As always."

Jay desperately tried to compromise, "It's just until the baby's born, please." Nya shrugged and took her morning pills. They helped with the daily sickness. Jay turned the tap off and went over to his wife, wrapping his arms around her tightly, not letting go.

Nya attempted to wriggle away but Jay's hold on her was firm. Eventually she went limp and wrapped her arms around him too, "Sorry." she mumbled. For some reason, both she and her brother weren't the best with apologies.

"No, I'm sorry," Jay murmured into her hair, "I-It's...I can't help but worry about you, and now we have a baby on the way, it's just..."

"I understand." Nya whispered, "I'll be safe. I promise."

Jay kissed the top of her head, "Good, because I've asked Zane to check in on you every now and then."

Zane didn't live far from the Walker-Smiths. They loved having dinner at his house because he was the best chef they knew. Much better than Cole. That's one of the many things they could agree on.

Pulling away, Jay picked up his bag, and pecked Nya on the lips. The kiss was quick, but was filled with love and warmth, nevertheless. Nya watched as he stared at his coat, "I should take my coat. It's January, I'm not crazy."

Nya chuckled, "Drive safely."

"You know I will."

"You're gonna be real busy once you get home-" Her lips twisted into smirk. Jay frowned, "While you're pregnant?"

"No, doofus! I'm not talking about that! I'm referring to..." she pulled out a large binder from the shelf, "This! I've taken pictures and notes of items we could use for the baby, including names, and I need your help to narrow it all down."

Jay grinned, "I can definitely help with that. One query though; is-"

"Yes, Fritz is on the list of baby names."

Jay pumped his fists in the air excitedly before racing through the doors. Nya chuckled and locked the doors behind him, before dusting her hands off on her shirt.

Now...about that diary entry...

I forgot to mention: my parents have already picked out my wife. I don't even get a say in this. Her name is Harumi Jade. She's pretty, I will admit that, but I don't want to marry her. I want to choose my own path in life.

There are so many possibilities! I could...for instance, be a teacher, or own a store...maybe start up a dance class? If I knew how to dance, that could be an idea.

I first met Harumi accidentally after school. I remember the day so vividly, I could draw it in my sleep. I had been walking out when my name was announced, requesting that I go to the changing rooms effective immediately.

The minute I stepped in, I was pushed to the ground and kicked endlessly by Brad and Gene. I had been punched a good few times too.

Mother always told me not to retaliate; to turn the other cheek. It took me a good few weeks to figure out she was talking about faces, not backsides. She always said if I stay put, they will get bored and move along. But those two always find it a treat to torment me.

Which brings me to the next part of torture. I had been tied to the bench and they turned up the heat in the room, before leaving, locking me inside. 

I screamed. I screamed and shouted until my throat was hoarse, and sweat was dripping from my face. A wave of nausea ran over me, and I felt the urge to pass out. But I couldn't; I had to stay awake, just until someone found me.

My prayers had been answered as someone heard my shouts. It was a girl from my year; blonde, green eyed. She managed to pick the lock and run in, untying me from the benches and hauling me out into the coolness of the corridor. I remember collapsing onto the floor in relief, my warm cheek touching the cold wood floors.

She offered me the rest of her water and walked home with me. She was nice. But nice could only get you so far-

Nya's POV

A rustle grasps my attention and I look up at the dresser right opposite me. I was flopped across the bed, reading through the diary of Lloyd Garmadon. 

One of the dresser shelves creaked open ever so slowly...before slamming shut again. The same laughter rang through my ears, the same teasing, playful chuckle. My hand reaches for my phone and I switch it on, only to see that it's out of charge, and very much dead.

Great.

The doorbell rang. It must be Zane!

Sliding off the bed, I head downstairs.

K, so I'M FREAKING OUT RN, because I took a break from studying to check my socials, and my mum came in at that exact time and told me off before taking my phone off of me. I had Snapchat downloaded and she doesn't know I have it. I AM NOW TRYING TO STAY CALM AND UPDATE THIS BEFORE GOING BACK TO STUDYINGGGGGG-