Skye coughed as she woke up in her room. Zuma walked in and sat next to his sister, handing her a glass of water.

"Still feeling ill?" He asked.

"No shit." Skye said, her voice scratchy and throat sore. The brunette laughed as he watched his sister. He'd been much nicer to her and Chase recently.

"Maybe you ate something dodgey?" Tracker suggested as he walked into the room and sat on Skye's other side.

"That would explain the daily puke." Skye said.

"That or you're up the duff." Rubble laughed as he leaned on the doorframe.

"Piss off." Skye held up her middle finger, making her brothers laugh.

"There's no way she's pregnant." Zuma said, rubbing his sister's head.

"Yeah, Chase used a condom." She said absentmindedly. Tracker and Rubble exchanged a terrified look while Zuma froze.

"What?" He looked at Skye.

"Oh fuck." She muttered, realising what she'd said. Her other two brothers knew, just not Zuma. "Uhh..."

"You and Chase..." he waved his hand.

"Well it's not like you and Rocky haven't. And I'm perfectly old enough." Skye said, sounding confident despite her hoarse throat.

"But...Ugh!" Zuma stormed out of the room in frustration.

"Give him an hour." Tracker said, hugging his sister close to him, her back against his chest.

"Hey Skye. Oh, hi you two." Chase said as he walked to his girlfriend's room.

"Make that two." Rubble chuckled.

"What the hell did my asshole of a boyfriend do?" Rocky asked, following Chase up the stairs.

"He found out we did it." Skye said, mostly to Chase but Rocky got the message.

"Is that it?" The grey haired boy asked.

"Indeed." Rubble nodded.

"Some times I just wanna..." Rocky waved his hand, looking for the right phrase. "Yeet him off a cliff." The others laughed, Rocky soon joining them.

"I mean, you're not wrong." Tracker shrugged.

"I'll go calm him down before he breaks something." Rocky said, disappearing into his boyfriend's room. Skye reached up and away from Tracker, making grabby hands at Chase who laughed and walked over, cuddling Skye and stroking her hair. She sat in her boyfriend's arms as he cuddled her.

"Duvet day?" She looked up at him.

"Whatever you want princess." He kissed her forehead.

"Great," Tracker stood up. "We'll grab the popcorn. Come on Rubble."

Skye cleated her throat, making the boy's turn around. She pointed to herself and Chase. "Boys. Couples day, piss off." The boys rolled their eyes and shook their heads, leaving Skye's room and closing the door. Chase laughed as Skye moved back to laying in her bed and pulled the covers back so Chase could climb in with her. As the two lay down, Skye heard her door open and looked over to see Rocky with a pale face.

"This is bad." He said.

"Huh?" Skye asked.

"Zuma's crying. He never crys."

"He's upset?" Chase asked.

Rocky nodded. "He's always been Skye's number one boy. He's just upset and thinks...well I don't know what he's thinking."

"Chase, come with me." Skye pulled him out of her room, opened Zuma's door and pushed her boyfriend in. Both brunette's partners closed the door and held it shut.

"You two are talking about this and sorting this shit out." Skye said.

Thanks Skye. Chase thought as Zuma gave him a teary glare. Thanks.