Chapter 1

Someone associated with the Taylors is pregnant (not Al), but that isn't the entire story. One of the Taylors has something to do with this pregnancy.

Nine Months of Hell

A/N: This story takes place around late February of '98.

A/N: I rewrote this to make Lauren pregnant after I got some advice from Baxxie. It is still basically the same though, it just has absolutely nothing to do with Heidi now.

Tim walked through the door to the house from the garage. He had just arrived home from work.

Just then, Tim heard footsteps at the door. In came Jill, then Randy, then Brad, then Mark, all stomping what was the remnants of a full fledged Michigan blizzard off of their boots.

'Alright, alright. Enough!' screamed a clearly annoyed Jill. 'I thought I made this clear on the car ride home, Randy saw the shirt first, and therefore it is his damn shirt. Now all three of you just shut up or no one gets the frickin' thing'!

Jill was barely through shouting when the phone rang. Randy answered.

'Uh-huh...uh-huh...yeah, let me ask them' said Randy to the mystery caller.

'Hey, mom, dad, it's Lauren on the phone. She wants to know if she can come over here for tonight. Her parents are dad is out of town, and her mom has to work late. She says it's alright with her parents, she just needs you guys to okay it' Randy said, sounding excited by this oppurtuniy. 'So, can she?' he asked impatiently.

'Sure, if it's alright with your father' answered Jill.

'It's fine by me' Tim said as he went to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

That night over supper, the situation and the sleeping arrangements were explained to all three of the boys. As usual, by the time Jill was finished explaining, Tim was genuinely confused.

The rest of the evening passed nonchalantly. The boys and Lauren retired to bed at 11:00.

It was decided Lauren, being Randy's girlfriend, would sleep downstairs in the basement, with Randy. (She would get the bed, and Randy would sleep on the floor).

It was about 2:30 when Lauren woke up. She had dreamt that her dad had been in an accident on his way back to Detroit. In an instant, Randy was next to her. He told her he had heard her screaming in her sleep.

For the next few hours, Randy and Lauren just sat down there and talked. About relationships, parents, siblings, and just life in general. After all of this, the two shared a consoling hug. Soon the hug turned into an embrace, with passionate kissing to soon follow. The next thing either of them realized was lying on the floor, neither of them with a stitch of clothing on below the waist. Both were moaning. It wasn't a painful moan, or a sad moan, but a moan filled to the brim with lust and an infinite level of satisfaction.

Randy was the first to look up. 6:31 declared his alarm clock. They had been up for four hours, and had talked for only about two of those. Then the realization hit him of what he had done. Of who he had done this…this unmentionable thing with. Who had started it? Was it her? No. She was very adamant about not having sex before she was married. He sure as hell hadn't started it. Or did he? Maybe...maybe it was consensual. Is that possible? They were often thinking on the same level as each other. Maybe one just read the other's mind. What had he done?

He had committed a sin, and had broken a law. The sin, he didn't much care about, but the law, he cared about. He had just turned 16, Lauren wouldn't be 16 until May. He could be arrested and charged with statutory rape!

What the hell had happened since 4:30? What the hell were they thinking? That's all that raced through Randy's mind as he lay there, groping in the dark for his underwear.

Then it dawned on him. His parents would be pissed! Brad got in trouble for just kissing a girl in his room. Randy had actually had sex with a girl!

'She gets irate just over me even thinking about sex or naked women. Hell, she still can't even stand the thought of me masturbating' thought Randy.

Then it dawned on Lauren what had happened. If her parents found out, they'd be pissed at her for having screwed around with somebody.

'Oh shit' thought Lauren.

What happens if someone, anyone finds out about this. Randy could get in trouble because of me! He could get arrested, go to jail, have to pay fines.

It was clear then that they could tell no one of what had happened during the wee hours of that cold, Detroit February morning.

A/N: Please R&R