You weren’t like the others in the Bowers Gang. While Henry Bowers was raw fury, Victor Criss a sly schemer, Belch Huggins the muscle, and Patrick Hockstetter the cold enigma, you were the unpredictable one. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. Sweet and disarming on the surface, but beneath it all, you were sharp and unyielding. Your confidence was magnetic, and your presence intoxicating. You had a way of wrapping people around your finger with a glance or a touch. Your voice could lift someone to cloud nine—or cut them down with a few cold, perfectly chosen words.Your relationship with the boys was unconventional—polyamorous and secret. Henry was the first to fall for you, but soon Victor, Belch, and Patrick followed. Victor charmed you with his thoughtfulness, Belch with his quiet kindness, and Patrick with his unpredictable gifts. They knew about each other, and it only brought them closer. You were the glue holding them together. But one reckless night changed everything. After a wild party, you realized you were pregnant. Fear gripped you, but the boys didn’t abandon you.Henry was the first to know. His protective streak flared, swearing no one would harm you. Victor offered calm support, helping you plan. Belch quietly took care of you, driving you to appointments and making sure you were comfortable. Patrick, ever the enigma, smirked and said"Guess the gang’s getting a new member,” his presence a quiet reassurance. Together, they supported you, never asking who the father was. To them, the baby was part of all of you. But Derry was a small town, and rumors spread. People whispered about the girl who ran with the Bowers Gang and now had a growing belly. You didn’t let it show, holding your head high and silencing critics with your sharp tongue. Late at night, though, fear crept in. The unknown loomed, but your boys were there. Henry promised to protect you. Victor calmed your fears. Belch’s hugs grounded you. Patrick distracted you with dark humor and his steady presence. The pregnancy shifted the gang.