I finished writing this story but never uploaded the rest of the chapters because I thought the story was kind of stupid. Maybe you guys will disagree?

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Tuesday September 10, 1985

5:35 PM

Michael Kelso and Brooke's Apartment

Chapter Two

Tell Me Only What I Want to Hear

"Betsy!" Brooke called, her fingers fumbling as she tried putting in her earring. She had only gotten her ears pierced a few weeks ago and already hated her decision to do so. It was so hard sticking the stupid earring through the hole! "Betsy, have you finished your dinner yet, sweetie?"

In the kitchen, out of her mother's eyesight and hearing zone, little Betsy was not interested in eating the food left on her plate. Her daddy was showing her how to play a brand new game: Throw all the green beans mommy wanted you to eat into the garbage can. Whoever made the most shots would win the game.

"Betsy?" Brooke asked a second time. "Michael, are you with Betsy?"

"She's fine, Brooke," Kelso assured her. "You just worry about making yourself pretty. I'll take care of everything out here."

Kelso and Brooke were going out on a real date. They rarely left the house without taking their daughter with them, so the idea of being alone without having a spy along excited Kelso. He loved his daughter with all his heart, but he also loved touching Brooke in very inappropriate ways. It would be nice to cop a feel without hearing, "Michael, not in front of you-know-who!"

"I'm out of beans!" Betsy complained, staring down at her empty plate.

"So am I!" Kelso stated. "Let's go see who won!"

He and Betsy climbed from their chairs, sprinting to the garbage can. Green beans littered the floor, only a handful of them actually resting in the trash. Betsy looked around at the mess, crinkling her brow.

"Daddy…How are we going to know who won?"

"I told you the rules when we first started playing, Bets. Whichever one of us shot the most beans into the garbage won!"

"How do we know who shot which beans?"

His smile fell as Kelso realized the little girl was right. There was no way to tell which beans he had thrown versus the ones he hadn't. All of them looked exactly the same.

"I know!" he cried, snapping his fingers. "Let's pick up all the beans, write our initials on them, and play again!"

Father and daughter were just getting down on their hands and knees to clean up when the doorbell sounded through the apartment. Betsy jumped to her feet, shouting, "I'll get it!" as she ran to the door.

"Don't forget to ask who it is before you let them in!" Brooke's voice warned.

"Who is it?" Betsy asked breathlessly the moment she reached her destination, her hand already resting on the knob.

"It's Mr. Fluffycakes!"

Squealing with delight, Betsy threw open the door, instantly reaching for the stuffed unicorn the new visitor held in her hands. The young girl hugged the unicorn tightly to her chest.

"Thanks, Auntie Jackie!"

"No problem, kiddo," Jackie laughed, ruffling her God-daughter's hair. "So, what fun actives do you have planned for us tonight while your parents are gone?"

That was all it took to set Betsy off. She started listing everything she had planned for the evening, beginning with make-overs and ending with a tea party. Jackie listened to her and even added her own ideas, most of which brought an even bigger grin to Betsy's face. The two girls only stopped gossiping when they heard Brooke cry out, "What happened to my kitchen?!"

"Betsy did it!" Kelso exclaimed.

A few minutes later, Kelso and Brooke joined Jackie and Betsy in the doorway. Kelso was more than ready to leave. He practically pushed Brooke into the hallway, but that was as far as they got before the mother refused to take another step.

"Wow, Brooke!" Jackie said, examining the dress the other woman was wearing. "You look great!"

"Thanks!" Brooke replied, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Thank you so much for baby-sitting tonight, Jackie. We should be home around midnight-,"

"Unless I get lucky," Kelso cut in. "If that happens, we'll be back tomorrow morning."

"We'll be back before tomorrow morning," Brooke promised. "But just in case we aren't, there are some extra blankets in the closet. You're more than welcome to sleep on the couch. Um, let me think…Betsy's bedtime is at nine o'clock, don't let her convince you otherwise. There are some c-o-o-k-i-e-s in the pantry in case she wants a snack later. Please make sure she cleans up the green beans she so kindly threw around in the kitchen. Emergency numbers are on the counter, which include her doctor, the Hub, Mr. and Mrs. Foreman-,"

"Brooke," Kelso interrupted. "We've let Jackie baby-sit before. She already knows everything you're telling her!"

"I know," Brooke sighed. "I just hate leaving my baby with anyone who isn't me."

"You let me baby-sit all the time and I'm sure Jackie's a lot more qualified than I am!"

Brooke and Jackie exchanged looks at Kelso's statement. Of course he had grown up since his days in the Basement, but still…what he said about baby-sitting was probably true.

"Do you have any questions before we take off?" Brooke offered.

Jackie wasn't sure how to answer that. Yes, she had something she wanted to ask Brooke, but she wasn't sure if now was the right time or place. Maybe she should just let it slide for the moment. Then again, she wasn't going to have too many more chances…

"Actually, I was hoping I could talk to you for a second," she said. "You know…Alone."

Both girls turned to Kelso.

"Go ahead, ladies. I don't mind eavesdropping on your conversation!" he said, motioning for them to begin talking. When Brooke and Jackie folded their arms over their chests, he knew he lost this battle. "Fine. I'll watch Betsy while you talk. Just know that you're eating into your own baby-sitting money, Jackie! I'm not going to pay you when I'm the one doing all the work!"

They waited for the door to close behind Kelso as he reentered the apartment, then walked down the hall just in case Kelso decided to press his ear against the door so he could hear what they were saying. This was a conversation Jackie didn't want anyone overhearing, especially Michael since he would probably tell everyone her news. Gossip flew around Point Place too fast. If Michael knew about the baby, Hyde would know by the end of the night.

Jackie wrung her hands together, staring at the wall, the floor, the strange spider on the ceiling. She couldn't look into Brooke's eyes. She should have thought things through before asking to speak to the other mother. How was she supposed to put her dilemma into words? How do you tell someone that your life is over because you're pregnant with your ex-boyfriend's child?

"Who's the father?"

Jackie stared at the girl in shock. How did she know?!

"Let's face it: you've never come to me for advice before. I'm the only person you know who's dealt with having a baby out of wedlock. Who else are you going to turn to?" Brooke shrugged, giving Jackie a soft smile. "Besides, you've had a certain glow about you lately."

"Please don't tell anyone!" Jackie pleaded. "If anyone else finds out, I'm dead!"

"Ah, so the father is some deadbeat who won't come around even after he knows the truth, huh? Do I know him or was he just a one-night stand?"

"He was just a one-night stand, but you know him, too."

Brooke's brow furrowed as she tried to think of who Jackie could be talking about. From what Michael had told her, Jackie hadn't really had a steady boyfriend since breaking up with Fez. Maybe she and Fez got back together for one night? Possible, although Brooke had to admit that she doubted Fez would do something like that. He loved having his ladies, but not ones who had previously broken his heart. She knew the father couldn't be Michael – he put his cheating days behind him long ago – but who else was there?

Realization hit her like a ton of bricks. The scruffy looking man from the Basement, the one Michael declared the God-father of Betsy, the one Jackie had been dating when Brooke first met the group and later on after Betsy was born. The burnout who always thought 'the man' was out to get him.

"Oh, no," Brooke said, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. "He didn't even care enough about you to commit to your relationship when you wanted to move to Chicago. There's no way he'll commit now that there's a baby involved. Jackie, please tell me the father isn't…"

"It's true, Brooke," Jackie nodded, trying to hold back her tears. "I am carrying Steven Hyde's child."

Brooke couldn't think of a better way to comfort her friend than to open her arms, allowing Jackie to rest her head on her chest. Jackie did just that, unable to control the tears as they rolled down her cheeks. The words were out in the open now, which meant they had to be true and there was nothing she could do to go back and prevent her time with Steven from ever happening.

It had happened, everything had happened, and now she had to suffer the consequences. Consequences that would be around for the next eighteen years, maybe even longer than that.

Steven was going to kill her if he ever found out about the baby.

Even though the last thing she wanted to do was baby-sit, Jackie told Brooke to go out and enjoy her evening alone with Michael. Brooke hesitated, asking whether or not Jackie was sure she would be alright, but Kelso grabbed her elbow, telling her not to be so worried and that Jackie and Betsy were going to be fine. Brooke sent one last look over her shoulder as Kelso guided her down the hall. Jackie and Betsy stood together, both girls waving goodbye. Whatever sorrow she'd felt moments ago was erased from Jackie's face, replaced with a cool smile.

She had let Steven ruin too much of her past already. He wasn't going to spoil her night now, too. She and Betsy were going to have so much fun!

"Hey, Betsy," Jackie asked, bending over so she was level with the six year old. "How would you like to go for a car ride with your Auntie Jackie?"

"I love car rides!" Betsy responded.

Jackie cleaned up the green beans in the kitchen, grabbed the box of cookies Brooke had told her about, and folded the piece of paper with all the phone numbers, tucking it into her pocket. Ushering Betsy to the door, she made sure everything was locked before leaving the apartment behind.

Okay…so maybe she would let Steven ruin a tiny bit of her evening. She wanted to know Donna's opinion about the situation. After all, Donna was still her best friend. She didn't know a lot about fashion or the difference between a good boyfriend and Eric, but her advice was usually better than anything Jackie could think of on her own.

She was still going to enjoy her time with Betsy. She and Betsy were going to do that make-over and tea party. Jackie just wanted to settle a few matters first.

Eric Foreman thought his days of being bossed around were over now that he was a married man. However, the moment Jackie stepped foot inside his house, demanding to speak with Donna, he was put in charge of Betsy and ordered to stay out of the living room until he was told otherwise.

"This is boring," Betsy proclaimed less than five minutes after Eric let her into the bedroom he and Donna shared. "There's nothing to do!"

"Have you ever tried being quiet?" Eric asked. "I heard that's fun!"

Betsy wasn't falling for it. She plopped down on the bed, messing up the blankets Eric had straightened out earlier in the day. Her eyes landed on Eric.

"Tell me a story!" she said firmly.

"I don't know any stories-,"

"Tell me a story!"

"Alright, I'll tell you a story! A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…"

"I want to color."

The six year old jumped off the bed, running over to Eric's dresser. She began pulling open the drawers one by one, throwing his clothes on the floor. Eric scrambled over to her, quickly pulling her away from his belongings.

"What are you doing?" he asked her. "Donna is going to blame me for this mess, you know."

"I'm looking for your markers," Betsy explained.

"I don't have any markers."

"Do you have crayons?"

"Nope, no crayons, either."

"Don't you have anything fun here?"

Looking around for something he could give Betsy, Eric's eyes landed on Mr. Fluffycakes. He picked up the toy, dangling it before Betsy's eyes.

"Look at me!" he said, trying to sound like a unicorn. "I'm a unicorn and I…" When Betsy gave him a blank stare, he sighed. "I'm a unicorn and I sound like a total idiot."

"I need to use the bathroom."

While Betsy was gone, Eric vowed to extract revenge on Jackie. He and Donna wanted to have kids someday, but since they were newlyweds who just bought their own house in Point Place not far from the houses they'd grown up in, the word 'baby' hadn't even come up. How was he supposed to entertain Betsy when he didn't have one thing for her to play with?

"Uncle Eric!" Betsy called as she came out of the bathroom. "I found a toy in the cabinet beneath the sink!"

"That is not a toy!" Eric explained, grabbing the item from her hands, throwing it back into the room, and shutting the door before Betsy could ask any more questions. "Why don't we play Hide and Seek, Betsy? You can hide…and I'll seek you!"

"Okay!" Betsy agreed. "But how about you hide and I seek you instead?"

Eric shrugged. What was the harm in letting her search for him instead of doing things the other way around? It was still the same game, right?

"I'm only counting to ten, so you better hide fast!" Betsy explained, covering her eyes behind her hands. "One…Two…Three…"

She peeked between her fingers, smirking when she saw that her plan had worked. Uncle Eric was out of sight. Finally, she could sneak into the living room without anyone stopping her!

Auntie Jackie and Aunt Donna were facing the other direction when Betsy snuck up on them. She ducked down before they could spot her, hiding behind the couch her Aunts were sitting on. Staying as quiet as possible, she listened in on their conversation.

"I can't believe it, Jackie," Aunt Donna was saying. "How could you do something so stupid?"

"I don't know!" Auntie Jackie whined. "We were working on stuff for your wedding and he asked me if I wanted to do the circle with him. I was stressed out from all the wedding planning; I thought the circle would help me calm down."

'Circle?' Betsy asked herself. 'What's the circle? And what stupid thing did Auntie Jackie do?'

"Well, you're really calm now, aren't you?" Aunt Donna yelled. She placed her hand on her forehead, forcing herself to stop getting so upset. "Ok. Walk me through this one more time. You and Hyde were in the circle. How did that lead to…you know…the thing growing in your stomach?"

'There's something growing in Auntie Jackie's stomach?!' Betsy thought. 'I wonder if she swallowed a watermelon seed. I heard that can make a whole watermelon grow inside you!'

"I'm a little fuzzy on all the details," Auntie Jackie admitted. "I remember talking about Fez and how the two of us broke up…And we talked about Sam, the stripper Steven married years ago…And then…I don't know. He just looked so hot and I hadn't been alone with him in forever and all the feelings I thought I'd gotten rid of came flooding back! We started dancing and his body was pressed against mine and before I knew it, he was kissing me."

Betsy stuck her tongue out in disgust. Ew. Kissing was gross!

"Your feelings came rushing back just like that," Aunt Donna repeated. "That's hard to believe, Jackie. Don't you remember everything he did to you in the past? How can you still love him after all of that?"

"I never said I love him," Auntie Jackie protested. "I just find him attractive."

"I hope you find him more than just attractive," Aunt Donna said. "There's a chance the baby could look just like him and remember, you have to stare into that face for the rest of your life, no matter what Hyde decides to do about the two of you. Hyde could be completely out of your life, and you'll still think about him every day when you see your son or daughter."

"Don't you think I know that, Donna? Don't you think it's crossed my mind that Steven won't want anything to do with me after he finds out?"

Aunt Donna let out another sigh. "So…Hyde doesn't know yet? He has no idea that you're pregnant or that he's the father of the baby?"

'A baby!' Betsy repeated. 'Uncle Hyde and Auntie Jackie are going to have a baby! I have to tell Uncle Hyde the good news!'

As soundlessly as possible, Betsy crawled from the living room. Neither Aunt seemed to notice as she headed toward the front door or when she opened said door. She slipped outside unnoticed, which was good news for her, bad news for her baby-sitter.

"Look, I feel bad for you, I really do," Donna went on with her and Jackie's conversation, "But someday, you're going to have to learn how to take care of your own problems."

"Wait a minute!" Jackie cried out as her best friend started to rise to her feet. "You're not going to help me at all? That's so selfish of you, Donna!"

The redhead placed her hands on her hips. "I'm the selfish one? Um, you're the one who came over without calling to find out if Eric and I were busy, dumped the kid you were supposed to be baby-sitting off on my husband, and now you're mad at me because you slept with Hyde and have to suffer the consequences of your actions for the first time in your life. How does that make me selfish?"

"Forget about it," Jackie sighed. "If my problems are such a burden on you and your precious new married life, then I'll leave."

"Jackie, I never said you were a burden-,"

"Betsy!" Jackie cried out, cutting off Donna's apology. "Betsy, we're leaving now!"

The only reason Jackie came over was because she thought Donna was her best friend. Best friends were supposed to help each other out of sticky situations, not accuse them of acting selfish. If Donna wanted to insult her and tell her how stupid her actions were, then that was fine with Jackie. She didn't need Donna's sympathy anyway. She would figure out what to do about the baby on her own.

The living room was silent as Jackie and Donna waited for Betsy to arrive. However, once they finally heard footsteps, Eric was the one who joined them.

"Oh," he said, looking directly at Jackie. "I thought you had already left."

"I'm not going anywhere without Betsy," Jackie scoffed. "Where is she?"

"Where is who?"

"Betsy. Where is Betsy?"

Eric's expression was confused as he took a second to look around the room. "She never came when you called her?"

"Oh, no," Donna moaned, already knowing exactly where this conversation was heading. "You lost Betsy, Eric?"

"You lost Betsy?!" Jackie slugged Eric's arm. "How could you lose her? Michael and Brooke are going to murder me!"

"It's not my fault!" Eric defended his honor, rubbing his arm where Jackie's fist had hit him. "We were playing Hide and Seek. I guess she won."

Rolling their eyes, Jackie and Donna took off in opposite directions, both of them shouting Betsy's name as they searched every nook and cranny in the house. Jackie could feel her heart racing every time she pulled back a curtain or looked under a bed. Where could Betsy be? If she was close enough to hear them, wouldn't she respond? What if she wasn't even in the house?

"Did you find her?" Jackie asked half an hour later when she and Donna met up again.

"Not yet," Donna replied, already reaching for her keys. "Eric and I will check out the Hub. Why don't you try Mr. and Mrs. Foreman's house? She's a six year old girl who doesn't know how to drive. If she did get out, she's someplace that's within walking distance."

Jackie nodded, silently agreeing to the plan. She would have spoken if her throat wasn't so constricted with fear.

As she climbed into her car, Jackie took a moment to shake her head. If she couldn't even manage taking care of Betsy for one night, how on earth was she going to handle mothering her own baby?

'That's not important right now,' Jackie told herself, taking a deep breath as she started her engine. 'I need to focus on finding Betsy.'

Hopefully Betsy would be at the Foreman's house. Jackie didn't know how much more panicking she could handle before her heart would explode.

Hyde was in the back room when he heard the bell, signaling the arrival of a customer. He was surprised. Usually he didn't get customers at this time of night. Who wanted to shop for records when it was late enough to be inside listening to records with that special person?

Knowing it was his duty to greet the newcomer, Hyde stepped out from the room and into the main store. He wasn't sure who he expected to see; probably either some old person who knew nothing about music or a geeky guy who wasn't able to find a date. The last thing he expected was Betsy.

Kelso's daughter was looking through a bin of disco albums, causally browsing the titles like she showed up in random music shops without a chaperone every day. Hyde did a quick survey of the shop, making sure he wasn't overlooking an adult who had slipped in with the young girl. Just as he thought: the place was empty.

If Betsy was by herself, that meant whoever was supposed to be watching her had lost her. Hyde smirked. He was in for a fun evening.

"Hey, Bets!" he called out, making Betsy jump at the sound of his voice.

"Uncle Hyde!"

Normally, Hyde hated hugs. He wasn't a touchy-feely kind of guy, not even when he was dating someone. Betsy was special. No one could resist her curly brown hair, shining brown eyes, and awesome smile. Someone as cute as Betsy Kelso deserved to be hugged every day.

Hyde opened his arms wide as Betsy ran to him. She giggled when he lifted her from the ground, setting her down on the front counter. Her face was almost level with his.

"What are you doing at my shop?" he asked her. "Did your dad finally scare you out of the house?"

"Nah," Betsy told him, waving off his suggestion. "My mommy and daddy are out on a date tonight."

"That's cool…Did they finally decide you were old enough to stay home alone?"

Hyde had to admit it: he was a little disappointed Kelso wasn't the one left in charge of Betsy. He would have loved to burn his friend for losing his own daughter.

"I wasn't home alone," Betsy explained.

"Then who's supposed to be watching you right now?"

Betsy opened her mouth to tell Hyde the name, then changed her mind. "I can't tell you."

"What?" This was the first time a six year old had ever tried outsmarting him. "What do you mean you can't tell me? I'm your Uncle Hyde. You can tell me anything!"

Looking from left to right like she wanted to make sure no one else was listening, Betsy leaned in closer to her God-father.

"I have a secret!"

Apparently, if Hyde was going to get any information from the girl, he needed to play along with whatever game she was trying to get him to play. Placing one hand on the counter beside her, he leaned in closer as well.

"What's your secret, Bets?"

The younger girl opened her mouth to reply, but found a laughing fit leaving her lips instead. Hyde waited patiently. Eventually she would grow tired of laughing and tell him whatever the secret was. Then, maybe he could get her to tell him who her baby-sitter was.

"Come on, Bets," he encouraged her. "I'm sure it's not really all that funny."

"You're having a baby!"

Hyde froze.

"A – A baby?" he repeated. He let out his own nervous laugh. "You're crazy, Betsy. Only girls can have babies."

"Really?" Betsy asked him, waiting for his confirming nod. "Oh…Then Auntie Jackie is having a baby!"

If Hyde had been trying to drink something, he would have done a spit-take. Jackie was pregnant? Jackie Burkhart was going to have a baby? The annoying little rich girl who always lived a perfect life and believed in true love had gotten herself knocked up?

Hyde was wrong: Betsy's secret was funny! He felt bad for the poor guy stuck fathering her child!

"That's great, Betsy!" he said, clapping the girl on her shoulder. "Did Auntie Jackie tell you who the baby's daddy is?"

Betsy's eyebrow rose as she studied Hyde's face. "You're the daddy."

This time, Hyde's laughter caught in his throat. He was thankful his sunglasses were covering his eyes because he was sure they'd just grown ten times their normal size.

Hyde heard the door opening behind him, but he didn't turn around to greet the customer. He heard her voice as Jackie ran to his side, rushing to throw her arms about Betsy's neck, telling the girl how much trouble she was in for leaving and saying how happy she was that Betsy was okay. Betsy glared at Hyde as though it was his fault she'd been found.

Through the entire exchange, Hyde stared at his ex-girlfriend. She didn't look different. Her stomach was still tiny and flat, like it had always been. Tears littered her cheeks, but he knew those were tears of joy over Betsy, not grief over a pregnancy. Her long hair fell into her face while she hugged her God-daughter tightly.

Yes, Jackie was still beautiful. She was still as beautiful today as she was the night he broke up with her.

Beauty could only take her so far though. What if Betsy was right? Could Jackie really be pregnant? Was the baby really his?

Maybe Betsy was lying. Maybe she misunderstood Jackie. Why would Jackie have been telling her about a pregnancy in the first place?

"Thank you so much, Steven," Jackie said, her voice breaking Hyde from his train of thoughts. "I thought I was never going to find her."

Under usual circumstances, Hyde would have teased Jackie, asking how she managed to lose Betsy. However, tonight, he didn't feel like joking around.

"It's cool," he simply said.

Hyde watched as Jackie struggled to lift the child, making sure she had a tight hold on her before turning to exit the store. 'Just let them go,' he told himself. 'Forget Betsy said anything and let them leave without asking. You know you'll regret it if you ask, man!'

"Hey, Jackie!"

She turned around at the last second, readjusting her grip on Betsy. "Yeah?"

"Was there, uh…" Hyde struggled to find the right words. "Was there anything you wanted to tell me?"

"You did great at the wedding!" Jackie told him, flashing a huge smile.

The two girls finally left the shop, Jackie hurried to her car, and, after waving to Hyde one last time through the windshield, she high-tailed it from the parking lot.

Hyde knew Jackie Burkhart better than he knew any other girl. He noticed the way she faltered before answering his question, how her eyes flickered around the room, when her jaw opened and closed several times before finally speaking…

Jackie was hiding something from him.

He hoped that something wasn't a baby.