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Everyone is here. Davey, Zac, Ike and Dee, Taylor, Sammy, Jessica, and Mike. Remember him? Mr. and Mrs. Hanson are taking care of sick Avery and Mackenzie, Zoe's home sleeping at home with them. Poor kids, I wanted them to be here when I made my announcement. Davey is going to make her announcement to Zac in private, when she's ready. She's under too much stress right now to have to worry about how badly Zac will react. I don't think he'll be upset, he is nineteen now. Sure, that's alittle young to be having a kid, but what about his parents? How young do you think they were when Isaac was conceived? I don't even want to begin to think about it. My nerves are running on high, and I'm itching already. Taylor was a little fidgety when I told him we were going to be having a party tonight. He was shocked how I was so 'well' all of a sudden, wouldn't you be too if you just found out your not sick, your carrying a baby?
"The chicken's great Amanda," Mike said, smiling with his mouth full. I smiled, laughing.
"I know huh? I'm just so talented I amaze myself."
"Ha! I made this chicken!" Taylor retorted, arching an eyebrow at me.
"Ah," I snickered, "You helped alittle bit."
"I don't think we all came to dinner to fight over who made the chicken, am I right?" Jessica interrupted, dropping her fork to her plate. "I'm missing Dawson's Creek for this." she teased. I pouted a face at her, oh, I'm just so bad aren't I?
"Your right, but I'd rather take a little longer, let's see how much of D.C you can miss." I teased, smiling broadly at her.
"C'mon Mandy, tell us why we're here?" Isaac suggested, sipping a glass of wine I had just poured for him. I sighed, my nerves were leaving me. I can't just come right out and tell everyone, not like this. Can I?
"Alright, fine," I sighed, facing Taylor. I took his hand and searched his face to try to read him. It was working. "I wanted to wait until everyone had finished, so no one would choke or anything." I'm stalling, I know. "Taylor," I said, my eyes gazing directly into his. I was worrying him, he's actually worried. "I'm pregnant."
Taylor's face fell, his thoughts were confused. "Your gonna...we're gonna? My god," he gasped with excitement. "We're going to have a baby?" He jumped from his seat and wrapped his arms around me. I laughed, trying to pull my belly away from him, I didn't want him squishing my baby already! Now, that wouldn't be very good, would it? "How long have you known?" he asked, as he began kissing my face. His kisses trailed from my lips, to my ears, to my neck, to my forehead, eyelids, cheeks. He left his marks, and my skin tingled by the time he gave me enough breath to speak.
"I found out today," I said, starting to acknowledge the buzzing noise that my news had created. Questions and words of excitement started to swirl in my head, and I couldn't seem to soak it all up, no matter how hard I tried. "Guys, guys. Stop, I can't even think straight." I laughed, Taylor pulling me close to him, his lips starting on their trail again.
"How far along are you?" December questioned, she was nuzzled in Isaac's arms. I smiled at them, I wonder what Ike's thinking? What would he do if it were Dee who was pregnant, and not me?
"Eight weeks."
"When are you due?" Ike asked, resting his chin atop Dee's head. She smiled, and nuzzled closer to him.
"July 3rd." I said, turning my face to Taylor, finally catching his mouth. He instantly opened up to me, and I teased him, how come I'm so happy?
"We're gonna have a baby, Tay. We're finally a family." I whispered against his lips, feeling his tongue brush against my lips.
"We've always been a family, baby, always."
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Davey fought the urge to cry, as she lay in bed with Zac, later that night. The excitement from dinner was still buzzing in her head, and for that one moment I announced I was pregnant, she almost forgot she was as well. She let herself get caught up in it all, and yet, when she saw the way Taylor reacted, she remembered. She's pregnant, and she's keeping it a secret.
"Can you believe it Dav? After all this time, he finally knocked her up." Zac laughed, his breath cascading across her chest. Davey stopped herself from shivering by squeezing her eyes shut and biding down on her lip. "They belong together, like us Davey." he leaned close, wrapping his arms around her body. She winced, feeling her belly begin to throb.
"Don't, Zac." she said, she couldn't have him touching her, not with a baby. Not at all, not right now.
"Alright, what's the matter? The last word I ever thought I'd hear from your mouth is 'don't'." He teased, rolling on top of his girlfriend. He loved her, so, so much. And hearing the news about his brother's baby, made him want Davey even more. She is the women he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
"Zac, get off. Your hurting me." Davey pulled herself out from underneath him and leaned her head back on the head-board.
"Baby, are you alright?" Zac felt her shake when he touched her leg through the blanket. He ran his finger in a circle on her thigh as he locked eyes with her. "Is something bothering you?"
"Are you happy for Taylor and Mandy?" she asked him, glowing. Her eyes were dull, but the moonlight from outside the window made them glimmer. God, he loved her. He'd do anything for her, to be with her. She completed him, even now, when she pulled away from him.
"Weren't you listening to me like, two minutes ago?" he smiled, leaning close to her, in attempt to brush her lips. She pulled away, sighing.
"No, I wasn't listening. You were touching me."
"I am always touching you?" he was confused, why is she turning him down. She never turns him down, especially not when they are both wide awake in bed together. "Dav, baby what's the matter."
"What would you do if I were the one who was pregnant?" her breath froze in the air, she was shocked she heard those words from her own lips. She watched his reaction, and she could of swore she saw him smile before his lips cooled in anguish.
"What could I do? If it's my baby, which I know it is, then I'd be happy. I know I just turned nineteen, but that doesn't matter. I have a good amount of cash, I think I could support our boy. It will be a boy, if anything." he paused, once again attempting to kiss her, only now he succeeded. She was cold, as if she was tensing up whenever he touched her. He held her face and kissed her softly until she finally warmed up to him, then he pulled away, "Of course we'd have to get married, and that wouldn't be a problem, because I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
"You do?" Davey gasped, right before Zac brought his lips back to hers. She smiled, she took this whole pregnancy wrong. "You do?" she asked again, pulling her mouth completely away from him. They locked eyes, and both ended up smiling broadly at the other.
"You know I do. You've known how long I've loved you."
"Zac?" he moved to kiss her again, and when his lips bearly touched her, "I'm pregnant". She let him kiss her, and when she felt his mouth open up against hers, she knew everything was going to be alright. They belonged, this baby, belonged.
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The phone ran twenty minutes ago, and I had thought it was Diana and Walker calling to check up on us. I'm sure Ike must of told them about last night's announcement. Guess I was wrong, it's Davey. "So you told him?" I asked her, smiling over at Taylor, who was snuggled on the couch, a lap top in his lap. His hair fell over his face, and his crystal eyes were flashing the reflection of the screen. He was writing an email to Ilana, to let her know her the good news.
"Yep. I told him last night, he wants us to get married, you know." Davey laughed, she was so happy. Hey, she deserves it.
"Married? He's only nineteen you know, I'd wait until after the baby's born to get married, honey. Really." Married? Is he crazy? I wonder what Diana and Walker will say? Taylor and I haven't even told him the good news, yet. They'll be shocked enough with just our news, never mind Zac and Dave's news. That one's alittle crazy, wouldn't you say? They've only known each other for less then a year, 8 months if that, tops. They've been together for the same amount of time, but the thing is,...sure. That's all fine and dandy, but everyone knew Taylor and I were going to get married and have a family. Lots of kids, and already, I'm going to be Twenty-One in less then two months, so having a kid now is pretty young. Taylor is only turning Twenty-Three, we can support each other. Davey? She's got a job, sure. At the studio, remember? But Zac, yea, we all know Hanson has got plenty of money stored away, but.. something's just not right about this. Davey and Zac aren't as solid as everyone thinks Taylor and I are. Hmmm...
"Who's getting married?" Taylor asked, not bothering to look up from my laptop. I shushed him, and listened to Davey blab on about something.
"And I already told him this morning that we aren't getting married until after the baby's here, god, how would I find a wedding dress that'll fit me when I'm nine months pregnant. That'll be when the wedding would be, we can't just run off to Vegas. I refuse."
"Listen, just think it through, alright. Are you sure it even processed through his head that he's having a baby?" I sighed, hey, I'm just trying to look out for her.
"He just walked through the door, I'll double check. I'll call you later, we need to discuss when to tell Mr. and Mrs. Hanson." Mom and dad, shouldn't she be saying?
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Sighing, I let her go, and hung up the phone. "Goodness." I groaned, reaching into the refrigerator and reaching for a bottle of wine.
"Step away from the wine, slowly place it back down the shelf," Taylor called from across the room. He was still looking down at my laptop, how on earth does he do it? How'd he know? I groaned out loud and reached for the ice tea I had made earlier this morning. "Would you mind pouring me a glass?" he asked me. I smiled.
"Sure, boss the pregnant one around. You should be tending to my every need, when did the rules suddenly change?" I laughed, grabbing two glasses from the counter.
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He got up from his seat on the couch, and closed the laptop before he approached me. I could see him gaining on me from the corner of my eye, and to keep from laughing, I turned my back to him and began pouring the ice tea.
"Your right, I'm sorry. I should be the one helping you out." He whispered as he wrapped his arms around my waist loosely. His hands caressed my belly that was bear, my sweat pants I had made sure were tied loosely beneath my belly button. Dr. Manchester told me that if I hadn't already gotten maternity clothes, I should stick with some loose clothing. I felt his left hand leave my belly and regained a position on my neck. His breath was hot against my skin as his finger tips grazed a few loose strands of my hair away from the back of my neck, as if to make a trail for his lips. Not even two seconds later, his lips brushed my neck, and he was rubbing my belly at the same time. I laughed, and grabbed his hands, replacing them on the glasses of ice tea.
"You can start now by carrying those glasses into the living room for me?" I pulled myself from his lips and turned around to face him. He smiled, laughing at me.
"Was that Davey you were talking to?" He questioned, handing me my glass of ice tea. I smiled as he wrapped one arm around my waist to guide me toward the living room.
"Yeah, it was."
"So then why were you talking about marriage?" Suddenly his face fell, his smile faded into a thin tight line. "He proposed?"
"No," I shook my head, "She's pregnant. Eleven weeks, and she told him last night, so he has this crazy idea that they are going to get married." I smiled at him coolly. He kissed my forehead and laughed out loud.
"That's such a crazy idea." he mocked, smiling at me. Yep, a crazy idea, sure...that's why we're engaged, huh? What a fairy tale!
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