Title: Papa Don't Preach
Chapter: Can you take it all Away?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Do I have to say??? All characters except siblings belong to SABAN
Summary: MMPR: Kim and Tommy, age sixteen, have a…just read
Authors Notes: It's kinda NC-17 at the beginning, but it works it's way down to PG-13. The story starts out in Mid January. This is a song fic, but it will come later. Papa Don't Preach is by Kelly Osborne. I changed a few things in the way they met so bear with me. The beginning goes by really fast, a day, a few weeks, too two months later.

He pulled the pink bed sheet over them. The sweet aroma the two high school lovers made was still in the air. She snuggled up next to her man and he wrapped his arm around his tiny waist. The room was dark except for the candlelight on her dresser. Her heavy breathing had finally slowed down; she was almost asleep. She had a smile on her face that said 'You're wonderful'. And he was. That was the best. Never had it been that good.

Lucky for them, her parents were out of town. He had the perfect excuse to tell his parents. For the first time in a while he actually loved schoolwork. "Mom, dad, I'm going over Kim's to work on out project." The project, that had been finished the day before, was sitting on Kimberly's dresser and was two in three week. The two finished it early so that they would have time to themselves. It was for Ms. Applebee's English class- a report and visual presentation of an American author. They did it on Samuel Clemens a.k.a Mark Twain. They put the finishing touched on it that night, then put it aside and 'got down to business.'

'That was fantastic' he repeated over and over in his head. He looked over at the sleeping beauty next to him. The beauty that just made passionate love to him. He never, in a million years, thought he would ever see her the way she saw him tonight. She shined in the moonlight as she rode him like a horse on an open plane, and she howled like a wolf when she screamed his name. It was pure magic. She slowly opened her eyes and gazed up at the wonderful man next to her. He had a big smile a sheet of perspiration on his angelic face. She caressed his sweaty cheeked and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

"Good night, Tommy."
"Goodnight, Kim. I love you."

"I love you too."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Kimberly Ann Hart stood in front of her locker with a huge smile on her face. She couldn't stop thinking about last night, the moment her and her boyfriend shared. It was the best. She closed her eyes, getting a DVD picture of their lovemaking. His was on top; she was on bottom, his body slowly rocking against hers as he thrust in and out of her. She signed at the thought. Weird, she could feel his body on hers. She could hear him, calling out to her, "Kimberly, Kim, ohhhhhhh Kim. God Damn…. Kim…Kim…Kim…Kim…"

"Earth to Kim." She slowly turned around to find her boyfriend, Tommy Oliver, had wrapped his arms around her waist. He looked down at her lovingly; she had this huge smile on her face that said only one thing.

"Tommy, you scared me." She shrieked. She swatted him on the arm and turned back around. He brought his head down to her neck and kissed her gently. She jumped at the touch of his soft lips. He was so gentle with her. That's the way his love was. Gentle. Gentle to the touch. EVERY TOUCH. Their sex life, the secret of their gentle love, was new and growing. The first time they were a relief because they had been trying so hard to find a place. Tommy finally remembered his kid sister's tree house in the woods. She had complained of hearing noises back there and hadn't been there in months. It had been the best night of her life. She would always remember their first.

"Come on, let's get to class." He said. She took his hand and they walked down to their first class, Ms Applebee's English class. Kimberly was the prize student. She had a 101.3 average. Tommy was just in the class. He was proud of his girlfriend. She was a straight A student and captain of the Varsity Cheerleading squad. A lot of her classes were AP and she took her work very seriously. How was she able to keep up with her studies and handle a sex life at the same time? She had her boyfriend by her side to help her along the way.

"Hey girl." Aisha Campbell, Kim's best friend said as she walked in the door.

"Hey, Sha, what's up." Aisha and Kim have known each other since sophomore year, when Kim's other best friend, Trini Kwan, left for the Peace Conference, along with her other two friends, Zack Taylor and Jason Scott. Aisha, like Kim, was very popular, any guy could have the African-American beauty, but she belonged to Rocky DeSantos, her food-loving boyfriend.

"Nothin, me and Rocky went to the movie last night. I hate him now." She told Kim.

"What'd ya'll go see?"

"From Hell. It was so gory."

"That Jack the Ripper movie with Johnny Depp. Tommy wanted us to go see it, but I told him no."

"You're lucky." Ms. Applebee walked in and everyone sat in their seats.

~LUNCH TIME~

"I hate biology." Rocky DeSantos said. "Who gives a dam about Evolution; WE CAM FROM MONKEYS, THERE!" Rocky screamed. He slammed his head on his book and pretended to cry.

"It's not just about humans, it's about the embryological and physical similarities between ancient species and current species. Not just Homo Sapien ancestry." Billy Cranston told him. The entire table looked at him.

"I got half of what he said." Adam Park said. Tommy sighed and took a bite of his sandwich. Kimberly sat next to him and Aisha on her right. Aisha tried her hardest to comfort her for the moment, brain dead boyfriend.

"Aisha, what did Billy just say? Rocky asked her.

"Trini come back." She said silently. Trini was the only one that could interpret Billy's language, whatever it was. Kim, Trini, Jason had been friends since third grade; they met Billy when they were in forth grade. He didn't have any friends, but he was still a happy child. Kids constantly picked on him, calling him nerd and dork. Kimberly taught him to let it go in one ear and out of the other. 'They're just jealous' she told him. And it was evident to him that they were. By seventh grade, those same kids were offering money to tutor them. To this day, he still laughs at that.

"Cheer up Rocky, you'll get it eventually." Kimberly told him.

"Quit lying Kim, no I won't."

~SCHOOL PARKING LOT~

Tommy and Kim walked slowly to his car. The day had gone by so quickly. But they were glad, now they could get back to Kim's place, and 'work on their project'.

~THREE WEEKS LATER~

"And that's our project on Mark Twain." Kim finished. The couple walked over to the teacher's desk and placed their report and poster and gave it to her.

"Tommy, Kimberly, that was wonderful."

"Thanks, Ms. Applebee." They said at the same time. They took a deep breath and released, finally, it was over. Kimberly turned around to see her boyfriend's famous smile. GOD she loved that smile. She turned back around…and smiled. She was in love. She couldn't picture life without him by her side and neither could he. It was love at first sight. Jason was in a karate tournament against a new guy. Jason was the champion, had beaten every guy that he had come across. Kimberly hated them; she thought they were so boring and pointless, and, as usual, Jason always won. That's when she saw him. He had short dark brown hair that came into curls at the end, dark brown dreamy eyes, and body that was hard like a rock. He was practicing in the other corner. He had black karate pants and a green tank top. He turned around and did a double take. He looked at her, into her eyes. She nearly melted like a Popsicle stick on a hot day from his look. Then he smiled. She smiled back. Her heart leaps every time she remembers that moment they shared. After he tied with Jason, he came up to her and asked her out.

It's been two years and they're still together. Since then, his hair has grown past his shoulder, which he keeps in a ponytail most of the time, and she finds that to be very sexy. His muscles are more defined and he's still the sweetest guy she's ever met. She loves him, with all his heart.

~TWO MONTHS LATER~

Kimberly lay in bed, holding her stomach. She couldn't eat, and if she did, it came out (the wrong way). She was dizzy and nauseas. She felt like puking her brains out as soon as she woke up. She figured it was the flu; she'd be ok. It's not the first time. 'Maybe it's a man-made flu?' she thought to herself. What she had, didn't feel like a regular flu. It felt different. Kinda off key in a way. Maybe it's because she hadn't had the flu in five years and she had forgotten what it felt like. She had been like this for days. Since last Tuesday actually. But it was a Thursday; it should be clearing up by now. Tommy had come by every morning to see how she was and to give her her homework. He too thought it was weird. It was really, really bad in the morning, but would die down by lunchtime. But whatever it was, she was off to the doctor tomorrow. Everything would be straightened out.

BRRRRINNNNNNGGGGGGG

She nearly fell out of bed. She was so deep in thought she forgot she was in the safety of her own bedroom. She reached over and grabbed the phone.

"Hello." She sounded helpless.

"Hey Kim, it's me, Tommy." The sound of her boyfriend's voice brightened her up. A smile appeared on her face involuntarily and…wait a minute. He's still in school.

"What are you doing calling me? They catch with that phone you won't have it anymore."

"Nice to hear from you too." He teased.

"Seriously Tommy."

"I'm serious too." She was tired of the battering.

"Where are you? Lunch?" She asked him, getting the conversation started.

"Yeah. I'm having this magnificent ham and cheese sandwich with lettuce and tomato," He took a bite. "DAMN, this taste good. This better than…"

"Tommy."

"Mmm…yeah baby."

"Do not make me reach through this phone and choke you."

"What? What did I do?" He pouted. He took another bite of his sandwich.

"I hate you." She growled.

"I love you too Kim."

"TOMMY…"
"So baby doll, how are you feeling? Any better?"

"Nah, about the same." She told her.

"Well…I'll talk to you later. Feel better." He said.

"Wait, Tommy." Kim shrieked.

"Yeah."
"Do you think you could come over later?" Kim asked him

"Sure."

"Great. Thanks for calling Tommy." She said.

"Anytime, beautiful." They hung up.

~NEXT DAY~

It seemed like they had been in there forever. The doctor had taken a urine sample, pricked her finger, and asked her numerous questions – When was the last time you ate? Etc-. She had thrown up three times since they've been there, twice on the floor and once on the doctor. 'That's what doctor's offices get for being so creepy' she thought. Mrs. Hart was sitting quietly. She wasn't worried or concerned; she had no reason to be. Seconds later the doctor came.

"Well Ms and Mrs. Hart, we have the results. And, there's a doctor who will speak to you, Mom, outside." He said. Mrs. Joy Hart looked at the doctor than at Kim.

"I…Is everything okay?" Mrs. Hart asked.

The doctor nodded. "Yes, everything's fine." She got up and left the room. Kimberly looked back at the doctor. She could feel her heart pound faster and her stomach turn. Wait…she could feel stomach turn.

"Is everything okay?" Kimberly asked him.

"That all depends." He responded.

"What do you mean?" She shrieked.

"Kim, I'm gonna ask you a question and I want you to be honest with me."

"What do you mean, it all depends?!" She screamed.

"When was the last time you had sex?" She went pale. She knew the inevitable, but she didn't want to hear it.

"Two weeks ago, why?"

"Kim…you're eight weeks pregnant." She nearly fell out of her chair. She crossed her arms over her flat stomach and rocked back and forth. A lone tear fell down her cheek and onto the floor. She closed her eyes and tried to think back, when this could have happened. 'This has to be a mistake. We were careful' She tried to tell herself.

"Kim," He said. He had this look of concern in his eye and expression that showed he cared. "Do you know who the father is?" She nodded, but didn't look up.

"Ok. The man outside is telling your mother. I figured it would be best if you were both separated." Kim walked over to the other side of the room and began to cry.

"There has to be some mistake. I'm not…I'm not pregnant." She denied.

"We can get you an ultra-sonogram…"

She turned towards him, eyes bloodshot. "NO! I wanna go home. This is a nightmare, I know it is."

The doctor stood up to go talk to her, but the door swung open. Mrs. Hart was breathing heavily. Her eyes were fixed on her daughter who was standing in the corner.

"Kimberly lets go."

It was a silent ride home. Kimberly stared outside the window most of the way, while her mom kept her eyes on the red. She hadn't looked at her daughter since they left the doctor's. She was devastated. Her baby was having a baby. Who? How? When? This isn't possible. She wanted to kill the bastard who impregnated her daughter. But what about her daughter? She had the nerve to say yes –unless the bastard raped her– to having someone stick his penis in her vagina. She didn't want to raise a baby. Bloody hell, she felt like she was too old to have a baby. The many thoughts that filled her head caused her too become nauseas. That wasn't fair, she wasn't pregnant. Her sixteen-year-old daughter was. They pulled into the driveway. Kimberly quickly undid her seatbelt, hopped out of the car, and rushed to the door. Her mom, who was now behind her, had her keys out and ready to sit down, till her father got home. As soon as the door was unlocked, Kim made her way upstairs; she figured she could cry the baby out.

"Kimberly Ann Hart, get back down here." Her mother yelled. I guess she didn't feel like resting. Kimberly slowly made her way back down the stairs. As soon as her mother's face came into view, she started to cry again. Her mother's face had suddenly changed colors. Her breathing was still heavy and her eyes had turned red, not from crying, but from anger. She dreaded this moment. How would her father take this? She could remember the day when Kimberly had first asked them where babies come from. She also remembered the day when Kimberly first asked them where they came out. The many conversations the two had about adulthood, babies, and marriage. She remembered when Kimberly described to her what her husband, the father of her children, would be like. Tall and handsome; he would be strong, brave, and funny. On the inside the smiled at the thought, but on the outside…

"Kimberly, get your ass down here." On the outside, she wanted to beat the living hell out of her daughter. The only thing that was stopping her was the living creature inside of her, her grandchild. Kimberly slowly made her way downstairs. She tried not to look her mother in the eye, but it was hard. She couldn't lie to her mother.

"How could you do this?" Kim didn't answer.

"How could this…Who Kim? WHO?" Kim jumped back as her mother snapped at her.

"Uhh…"

"WHO!!! DAMNIT!!! WHO!!!"

"TOMMY!!!" Kimberly finally yelled out. Mrs. Hart put her hand over her mouth and turned away from her. She shook her head. 'I never liked that boy.'

"You know how your father feels about him." Mrs. Hart jogged her memory.

"I know, mom, but…"

"But what?" Kimberly looked her mother in the eye, ashamed. She felt dirty. She wanted to go take a million baths, maybe drown the baby out.

"I love him." Her mother laughed. She started cracking up. 'What did she say?'

"Love? You think he loves you?" She asked. Kimberly nodded.

"He doesn't love you. If he loved you he wouldn't have gotten you pregnant." She yelled.

"We were careful." Kim sobbed. The tears started flowing.

"OBVIOUSLY NOT CAREFUL ENOUGH!!!"

~ANGEL GROVE HIGH SCHOOL~

"See ya Tommy, tell Kim I said hi." Aisha said as she walked to Rocky's car. Tommy waved back and stepped in his car. He loved that car. He had been in two accidents, four speeding tickets, and had it impounded twice. Damn, he loved that car.

"Hey Tommy." Adam called from a distant.

"Oh, hey Adam. What's up?"

"Nothin. Where are you going?" Adam asked. He was dressed in white karate pants and a black tank top.

"Goin over to Kim's, I promised her I'd come over." Tommy told him.

"Dude we got practice. The tournament is in five days. Call Kim and tell Kim you can't come over." Tommy sat in the car for a moment. He really wanted to see Kim, but he really needed to practice. She did say later, not after school.

"She asked for later, not after school. I'll call her anyway."

"Alright man."

BRRRRINNNNNNGGGGGGG

Mrs. Hart turned around. She snatched the phone of the hook as if her greatest enemy was holding it.

"What?" She snapped.

"Hey…Mrs. Hart, it's me Tommy." He said, surprised at Mrs. Hart's reaction.

"Oh…Hello Tommy." Hearing her boyfriend's name, she ran towards her mother.

"Hey, is Kim there?"

"No, she's sleeping." She lied. "Mom, let me talk to him." Kim whispered.

"Oh, well, can you tell her that I'm sorry I couldn't come over after school, but I had to practice for the tournament with Adam next week and that I'll come by later?" He told her.

"I'll be sure and tell her."

"Thanks, Mrs. Hart."
"Goodbye, Tommy." Tommy hung up the phone and then hopped out of his car.

"Mom, why didn't you let me talk to him?" Kim asked. She had finally stopped crying, and she wasn't stuttering anymore.

"He got you pregnant, Kimberly. Why should I let you talk to him?" She asked.

"Cause he's the father of my child, that's why." Kim replied.

"We'll talk more when your father gets home." Kim sunk into the couch. 'uh oh.'

"Kim wasn't there?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, her mom said she was asleep. They were supposed to go to the doctor today." Tommy told him. Tommy warmed up on one side of the mat, while Adam warmed up on the other.

"I hope she's ok." Adam said.

"Yeah, me too. She's been sick for a while." Tommy told him. Adam just nodded.

~ONE HOUR LATER~

"Joy, please don't lie to me. She's what?" Mr. Andrew Hart said. He was in his brand new Mustang Convertible, cruzin from work and on his way home when some…news…startled him.

"You heard me the first time, Drew. You're youngest child, is pregnant." He was at a red light, he closed his eyes, angry as hell. 'How in the hell…"

"Who's the father?" He asked. He decided to put the yelling and screaming aside for now until he got home.

"According to her, Tommy's the father."

"That son-of-a-bitch."

"Yeah."

"I'll give the Olivers a call, maybe they can meet us at our house tonight and have a little chat. I can look that boy in the eye before I kill him."

~OLIVER RESIDENCE~

"Thomas, hand me the wooden spoon." Mrs. Janice Oliver said to her husband, Thomas Oliver. They always cooked dinner together. Mainly because Mr. Oliver didn't like to cook dinner so Mrs. Oliver made him. But he got used to it…eventually.

BRRRRINNNNNNGGGGGGG

"Thomas, get the phone." Mrs. Oliver ordered.

"It's right beside y…"

"Thomas, my hands are tied up here, get the phone." He went over to the receiver and picked it up.

"Hello, Oliver Residence. Thomas Oliver speaking."
"Hello, Mr. Oliver. This is Mr. Hart, Kimberly's dad."

"Oh, hello, Mr. Hart. You know, we never really had the pleasure to actually sit down and talk." Mr. Oliver told him.

"We can tonight at the celebration at my house." He said.

"What celebration?" Mr. Oliver asked.

"Haven't you heard? Kim's eight weeks pregnant." Hart said. He looked like his belt was too tight around his waist and his tie need to loosen up a little.

"What?"

"With your son's baby." Mr. Hart finished. Thomas leaned his head down. He couldn't speak; he could barely breath. This isn't happening, this isn't happening.

"What time would you like us to be there." He asked.

"What time do you think you'll be finished with dinner do you think."

"Around six."

"How about seven then?"

"That would be good.

"See ya later. Wish we could have met on better terms."

"Same here."

He hung up the phone. His eyes focused on the wall, steam coming out of his ears. He felt like a bull that would charge at any moment. His wife put her hand on his shoulder and gently massaged it. It helped, but not a lot. When he saw his son's face, he felt like he would tear him to shreds. How could he do that to her? Forget the bull, he felt like a monster.

"Honey, what did Mr. Hart want?" She asked him. She was concerned. She had never seen him that angry before.

"He just wanted to tell us that Kim is eight weeks pregnant with Tommy's baby." He said. He walked away from her and sat on the stool. He trusted that boy. He believed that boy when he said 'We're just working on a project, Dad.' or 'It's too foggy out dad, I'm stuck at Kim's'. He trusted him. Now his son was a father. He was going to be a grandfather. A grandfather at 39, what the hell was that?

"Are you sure that's what he said?" She asked, tears welled up in her eyes. He nodded. That was all until Tommy got home

"KIMBERLY ANN HART, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU???" He slammed the door behind him, looking left to right, trying to find the mother-to-be, his sixteen-year-old daughter.

"Drew, calm down."

"Calm down. CALM DOWN!!! MY KID IS PREGNANT!!!" Mrs. Hart didn't answer her. She just closed her eyes.

"Where is she?" He asked…calmly.

"Upstairs in her room." He jetted upstairs, skipping a few steps. Kim lay on her bed, a box of tissue by her side. She had a headache from all the crying. All of a sudden, the door slammed open, and her 'red headed' father appeared.

"Get up." He said in a low voice. She moved slowly, she still felt sick from the stomach. She didn't know if it was from the morning sickness or the shock.

"GET UP!!!" She moved faster. She stood before them. It was a father-daughter moment that he never saw coming.

"You think you're woman enough to have sex?" She didn't answer him.

"ANSWER ME!!!!"

"no." She said below a whisper.

"THEN WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!!!!" He screamed. She started crying again.

"You weren't thinking because you obviously didn't think you'd get pregnant, and with that boy of all people." She hated the way her father talked about Tommy, but now wasn't the time to call him on it.

"Daddy, I'm sorry." She said. Her father's eyes grew wider, if they could.

"SORRY!!!!! KIM THIS IS A BABY!!!!! YOU CAN'T TAKE IT BACK!!!!!" She could see the solution in his eyes.

"I am NOT getting an abortion."

"Adoption." He suggested.

"NO!!! I'll raise my baby."

"With what, Kim? With what? If you actually think me and your mom are going to finance you, you've got another thing comin'."

"Dad…don't hate me." He didn't answer her.

~7:05pm~

Mrs. Hart opened the door for Mr. And Mrs. Kimberly and her father were sitting at the kitchen. She nervous she didn't want to see Tommy's face. Was he angry, sad, or just as scared and willing to take responsibility like her? She hoped he was. He appeared around the corner. He looked as clueless as she did earlier that day. OH NO!!! She would have to tell him in front of everybody. Before he sat down, he walked over to her, about to give her a hug.

"Don't," Mr. Hart said to him. "Not now, not here." Tommy slowly sat down. He looked over at Kim who had this freaked expression on her face. Mr. Hart looked at him, trying to read his mind, trying to figure out where he got the idea that it was ok for him to fuck his daughter.

"Tommy, you don't know what's going on, do you?" Andrew Hart asked him. Tommy shook his head. Mr. Hart looked at Mr. Oliver.

"I figured Kim would like to tell him."
"Tell me what?" He looked over at Kim, who looked away. He was confused. He felt alienated.

"Kim, tell him." Mr. Hart scolded. Kim took in a deep breath and started to cry. Tommy became even more confused.

"Kimberly Ann…"

"Tommy, I'm pregnant." She said in a rush. That was the first time she had admitted it to herself. She had never said the word until now. Tommy looked at her with a blank expression. He tried to form a sentence, but it was hard.

"H…H…How far along…are you?" He stuttered.

"Eight weeks." He leaned back in his chair, put his hands over his face and said, "Damn."

"Damn right." Mr. Oliver said.

"Kim leave. Go outside." Mrs. Oliver said. Without hesitation, she got up and left.

"I've already screamed and yelled at her, now it's your turn." Mr. Hart said, scaring him.

Kim stood outside, pacing back and forth. Every now and then, she'd still a few glances through the window, each time, finding her dad or his dad screaming at Tommy. She wanted to talk to him. This was a situation between him and her. Tommy and Kimberly, no one else. Yes, they were related to the baby growing inside of her, but they weren't its parents. They committed the act, they had sex, this was their responsibility. They needed to take care of it. She wanted so desperately to tell her father that, but she was scared of him.

Tommy sat there, his parents screaming at him, her parents screaming at him. He was screaming at himself. He wanted to walk outside and hold Kim and tell her that everything would be okay. He felt ashamed. He had ruined his and Kim's life. But he also reminded himself that this was just as much her fault as his; she gave him the okay. This wasn't the time to play the blame game. There wasn't a time for it.

"Do you realize what you've done Tommy. You can't fix this; you can't do away with this. Your girlfriend is out there, eight weeks pregnant, with your baby."

"Just let me talk to her, so we can decide what were going to do."

"What if she wants to keep it, Tommy?" His mother asked.

"Then we'll raise our baby." He said simply.

"Tommy go outside with Kim, let us discuss this." His mother said.

She looked through the window again and to her surprise, she couldn't find Tommy. "Here I am." A masculine voice said. She looked behind her and there he was. She ran up to him and put her arms around his neck. He embraced her tight. They rocked back and forth for a while, just enjoying each other's company. She finally guided him to the little couch and they sat down.

"What are we gonna do?" She asked him. She knew what she wanted to do.

"I don't know. It looks like they're going to decide our fate." He said pointing to the window. She nodded her head and began to cry. He looked away. He thought to himself. 'How are we going to make this work?' He looked over towards her. He tilted her chin up towards him. Her eyes were red and her face pale. She looked hopeless.

"I'm not gonna ask you to do something you don't want to do. I love you, Kim. I love you. I'm right here," He began. She smiled at him. "I think the best thing for us to do is adoption and…" The mere word 'adoption' just caused her body to shiver. She wasn't having it.

"No adoption?" He asked.

"No. I wanna keep this baby." He leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She returned it. He slowly parted from her, leaving her hungry for more.

"We'll keep this baby. Fuck them, they can get over it."

"I love you." She said quickly

"I love you too." They kissed again and hugged.

Seconds later they were asked to come back in the house. Their parents sat there like the mafia.

"We've come to a decision." Mr. Oliver said. Tommy and Kimberly looked at each other.

"We think adoption is the best thing." Mr. Hart suggested Tommy grabbed Kim's hand, letting her know they were in this together.

"You two still have another year of high school to finish and a baby could ruin that." Mrs. Hart said

"You two need to concentrate on more important things." Mrs. Oliver told them. Tommy and Kimberly looked at each other, dread in their eyes. She nodded, giving him the okay.

He took in a deep breath and let it out. "Thanks a lot for your consideration. We know you want what's best for us both but…we want to keep this baby." He felt better. His stomach wasn't doing flip-flops any more.

"Excuse me," Mrs. Oliver said. "Did you hear a word we said?"

"We know what pressure a baby will have, but we want to keep it. It's our baby, not yours we should be able to decide." Kim said. Mrs. Hart looked at Mr. Hart and Mrs. Oliver looked at Mr. Oliver and Mr. Oliver and Mr. Hart looked at each other.

Mr. Hart stood up and looked his bold, brave daughter in the eye. "Fine," He said, "But if you two don't find an apartment in a week, that baby goes to a nice, responsible family." They nodded, in agreement.

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Ain't it just beautiful? I was going to write more, but I sure as hell didn't feel like it right now. R&R please. THANK YOU!!!!