6 months later.

"Baby Alex came through." Bobby yells as he burst through the front door. You stand to greet him. Your light blue tank top is stretched tight over your pregnant belly. The waist of you sweat shorts pushes down below your waist leaving some taut tummy exposed.

"He got you a birth certificate and passport. We can get married." A dam had broke after that first time with Bobby. The two of you hadn't left the house for the rest of the weekend. When you didn't change back you knew your fate had been sealed. You broke down and confessed to Bobby. He didn't care, your aren't sure he believed you at first but when John never showed back up you think he came to understand. It never bothered him he truly loved you.

There were some issues, however, with no ID, no passport, you hadn't been able to work, go to school anything. After it over with Bobby you explained it to Alex, he was still your best friend after all and he'd been reaching out to contacts about constructing an identity for you. And now you had it.

You thought your family would have been hard but the magic that turned you seemed to have effected them as well. They never remembered having a son, you were just gone, from their memories, from school, from everywhere. Alex and Bobby are the only ones who knew.

Bobby picked you up and kissed you. "We can get married," he repeated "you can finish school if you want. Or you can just stay home." Bobby's career had flourished with his drive to make a home for you.

"Yes, let's do it as soon as possible, my love." You reply flushed from his kiss.