《A/n: so like, a part of this chapter that I added to didn't save, and so I got real sad which is why I published this later then I should have :( 》

You waved goodbye to the two in the shop, hugging your arms to your body with a shiver, the wind was chilly. You got to your car quickly, unlocking it and sliding into the drivers seat.

Before moving to the road you gave them one last wave, and you were off. Feeling a gaze on you until you turned the corner.

With another night, another dream in the Entity's realm. You can't say you're too excited.

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"A baby..." Leah mumbles breathlessly. "Wow..."

"Do you know the father?" The French woman asks, not moving her gaze.

"No, I'm just as much in the dark as you are." She smiles sadly, "you saw how troubled she looked? Under her facial expression." Amélia nodded, and Leah continued; "it just doesn't seem right asking her about it with such a look... and I've known her for years, she's usually good at hiding it." Leah turns her head to look at Amélia, who continues to watch as (Y/n) car drives away.

"What do you think, then?" Amélia finally moves her gaze, eyes focused on Leah.

"She'll come around, eventually. I trust she will." Leah offers a better smile, "in the mean time, I'll support her."

"Very well, you've known her much longer than I have." Amélia's arms cross a softened look on her face, "I'll support her if I must."

"Aww, I've never seen you so sentimental before, love." Leah teases, pinching paled cheeks with her fingers. The British woman giggled as the other swatted her hands away.

"Stop that!" Amélia huffs.

"Aww, it's just a bit of teasin'." Leah puffs out her cheeks in a pout, "com'on let's finish up, my neighbors cat doesn't usually like being left alone for too long."

Amélia sighs, "right." She followed the British brunette inside. Glancing once more to where her car disappeared before continuing back to cleaning up.

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You washed your hands free of paint, finishing another commission. You planned to ship it to them later this week.

It was late, and you (more so as of now) dreaded returning to the Entity's realm.

Just a while ago you had been conflicted with just approaching Michael yourself, but you reminded yourself repeatedly; if he cares, he'll come to you.

Even if it sort of hurt.

You got ready for bed, slipping under your covers with a small quiet sigh. You heard the light and soft taps of rain hitting your window, too dark to see anything if you glanced outside. Keith was probably watching a movie or reading something, you didn't know. You weren't exactly looking forward to seeing Jess tomorrow. After your meeting with Leah and Amélia you had no plans to converse with anyone, socially exhausted at its finest.

Oh, but she's Keith's girlfriend, you'd have to see her at some point. At this point you couldn't be bothered.

Your hand subconsciously moved to your stomach, fingers tapping softly to the rythm of the rain. You shut your eyes, letting the sounds outdoors to lead you to slumber.

And when your eyelids rose, you were leaned back against a tree. The fire a few meters away, and for the first time, you saw no one at the fire.

You gave a disappointed sigh, getting up and brushing away leaves from your pants. You made your way to the fire, your temperature warming the closer you got to the large flame.

You plunked down, resting your chin down on your hand that was propped up on your leg. A frown on your face, waiting for them to show up, you had to discuss separate strategies for any hope to actually keep up the streaks you were all aiming for.

You zipped your sweater higher to the end, shifting closer to the fire. Grunting as the pain in your lower back kicked in, rubbing your lower back with both hands.

You didn't realize someone was behind you until you were swept up, a grasp left your lips as you were pressed against a familiar fabric.

"Michael..." You mouthed, "put me down."  You signed, getting a sense of deja vu.

He shook his head, eyes looking at you in a way that made you cave in and relax slightly in his hold.

He squeezed your shoulder as he carried you. You were well aware he could put you down, let you walk with him to Haddonfield, a place you two wouldn't be disturbed.

He played by your rules, and you had your answer.

Doesn't mean your still not even a little angry.

He took a detour, going around the killers by their fire to stay hidden as he snuck you into Haddonfield. You weren't one hundred percent sure but you thought he hugged you closer.

You placed down gently by the small dining table. Michael had kneeled down infront of you, waiting, as he had won your game. He was waiting.

You lips press to a line, and in a swift motion-

SMACK

Your hand collided with with his cheek, his head forced to the side from how hard you slapped him. You also weren't going to let him know how much the slapped hurt you physically as it did mentally. Because, shit, your hand stung from that.

"You deserved that for walking out on me, you had other options and you  choose that. I thought you weren't coming back." You signed with a iron expression. His head turns back to you, tilted down in guilt. He knew it was deserved as well. You watched him for a moment before signing slowly.

"You're scared too."

He looks to you, a hint of surprise in his dark eyes. He didn't realize you'd guessed it, but you knew him, saw him. No matter how unpredictable he can act. But he nods, and to surprise you he grabs your shoulders and hugs you.

Hugs you like he used to when you were both kids, as though if he loosened his hold, you'd slip away. It hurt, but you knew you were both struggling on different levels.

You took a deep breath, wrapping your arms around him too. Wishing you could whisper to him reassuring words, not only to reassure him, but you too.

God, you felt the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Blaming your mood swings for such a cause.

"I'm sorry." You tensed, startled, but just hugged him tighter. You supposed after turning to ashes, you'd need to rise again. From his own actions, he'd mend you back together. And you'd hold him so that he wouldn't fall apart in the process. "I'm sorry, Lollipop."

You nod into the crock of his neck, you knew he was sorry. You knew as soon as he had picked you up at the fire, as soon as he decided to approach you.

You brushed the tears from your eyes, not wanting them to fall. Not needing them to fall.

You moved your head, softly leaning your forehead on his own, his eyes fixed on yours before the moved to your lips. "I know, I know you are." You mouth.

He does not move, so you let your eyes shut and revel in the silence. Your hand plays with the strands under his mask, never pushing the plastic up in a way that would startle him.

It was minutes later when he scooped you up, and stood up. Taking you to the couch and sat you down.

Then a note was handed to you.

He planned it all how hadn't he? You thought, eyes scanning down to the paragraph.

I messed up, I realize that. I'm sorry for hurting you, but I panicked. I didn't mean too hurt you in the process though I know I have. I want you to stay out of the trials, I can't risk both of you.

You pressed your lips in a line, "I... I know you're sorry, I realize you're scared - just as I am - but I would not be able to return!"

He sits down next to you, and you take the invitation to lean against him. It was a painful decision, you weren't sure if you could do it.

So you answered, "no... not yet, please. I was told something a while ago." You started, "the Trapper said the bracelet at magic, a power to protect me... or something like that at least. I'll be okay for now, I know how to stay hidden."

He didn't completely buy it, because the other killers were smart in their own right. But for now, he listened, and nodded. Michael's arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you up onto his lap, and you let him bury his masked face into your shortened (h/c) hair. Squeezing you possessivly, and you noted how his hand rested a'top your stomach, and to think, you've had a rollercoaster of a relationship and yet it seems alright for the most part. All within a few months.

"Promise you will not leave me again?"

He peaks out from your strands, nodding subtly and layed his hand over yours, warming your colder one.

"I promise, Lollipop." You hear him mumble, and with no other words needed your eyes widen as his hands move from your stomach to his mask. And in a swift motion he eased the mask from his head.

Your head tilted back, eyes wide as you examined his face. You saw the resemblance from all those years ago. But he was an adult now, shadowed eyes from frizzy dirty blonde strands, stared at you in anticipation.

You shifted your body to the side, cupping his face and feeling the pale skin under your fingertips. A smile wondering onto your lips.

No matter what had previously happened, you couldn't stop loving this man.

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You woke up feeling far better (metally), other than the pain in your back and very large craving for (food). Ignoring the wave of nausea, you got up.

You really should tell Jess about the baby, though you knew she'd probably have the most disbelieving reaction out of everyone. She was afterall still skeptical of how the Entity's realm and such is real.

Though it was unavoidable, she'd find out eventually.

You stuck to your art room for most of the morning anyway. After eating breakfast and telling Keith about your make-up session with Michael.

You left your time with sketching, without worrying of any deadline. You didn't usually use your time for sketching as you'd have to keep up with commissions. Just for once, you wanted to sit back and relax as you sketched, not having to worry how it looked in the end. Listening to music or putting on a video on YouTube to glance at once in awhile.

You were doing fine until Jess peaked into your room. "(Y/n)?"

You moved one side of your headphones to sit behind your ear, looking to her expectingly. Your hand not stopping from sketching on the pad.

"Keith let it slip." She said, stepping inside your room, but stood by the door.

You gritted your teeth with a newfound annoyance, seriously, Keith's got something coming for him. You thought before gesturing her to continue, if she knew already, that saved a bit of trouble for you to say it for yourself.

"Can I know who? Who the father is?" She frowns, "is it someone from that realm that you keep going on about?"

You chuckle bitterly at her words, only sounding like uneven breaths from your nose, "everyone wants to know the father when they've found out. And yet it's harder to understand once told, I know that."

"So you won't say." She sums up bluntly, she shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath; "okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay," she repeats then adds, "I won't pressure you."

You must've had a look of surprise, because she explained further with an exasperated sigh, "I've been troubling you, I realize that now. And I'm sorry for it." She turns away, "so... if you need to keep it to yourself... then alright." A glance it sent your way.

You send her a grateful look, "that is well appreciated of you, thank you."

She nods solemnly, "I'll be downstairs with Keith, so um see you later."

You give her a curt wave as she leaves the room, (fortunately) closing the door behind her.

So you were left to your own thoughts once more.