A/N: At this point during the story, all I know is how it's going to end - I only have a vague idea of what the chapters are going to be like . . . so this one might be pretty bad. But, hey, if you like fluff, you just might like this chapter!

Chapter 2

Amy squeezed Ty's hand a little harder as they walked up to the veranda of the house. She took a deep breath. This is it . . . we're finally going to tell them, she thought nervously.

Ty stopped and placed his hand gently on Amy's stomach. "It'll be fine, okay? It's not like we aren't married!" Ty joked, receiving a crack of a smile from Amy.

"I'm just a little nervous, Ty. . ." Amy said, leaning into him.

"I promise it's going to be fine," Ty said confidently.

"Ok, let's go inside now," she said, pulling herself together. "Well, at least we know Mallory'll have something to say to break the ice!" Amy and Ty laughed.

At the dinner table, barely anyone paid attention to them, as everyone was consumed with Mallory's arrival. Amy tried to join in, but her anxiety must have been showing because after a few minutes, Mallory cried out, "Ok, you two! Everyone here knows that something's going on, so spill!"

Amy reddened, suddenly a shy smile on her face. The whole table looked at her expectantly, many people just realizing that Amy and Ty weren't their normal selves.

"Wow, thanks a lot, Mallory!" joked Ty, receiving an seriously? look from the girl.

"Come on, Amy! We all know you guys have something to tell us!" urged Lou.

Amy sighed. "Well, this isn't how I expected it to come out but . . . I'm pregnant!" announced Amy.

The whole table was frozen.

Lou was the first to talk. "Oh, Amy!" she squealed, leaping up from the table to give Amy and Ty a hug. Jack stood up and shook hands with Ty, and then hugged his granddaughter saying, "Congratulations to you both!"

Mallory ran out of her chair and hugged Amy, and then Ty, saying, "Remember what I told you about saying the right thing at the right time? Well, if not for me, you two wouldn't even be here today. So may I suggest 'Mallory' as a viable option for a name?"

"Mallory!" said Amy and Ty in unison.

But, of course, Tim had to ruin the moment. "J-just wait a minute! You're telling me that you guys are expecting? Now?! Heck, you've only been married what, a year now? This is all your fault," he scoffed, pointing at Ty.

"Seriously, Tim?" said Ty, standing up.

"Well, I'm sure this wasn't planned!" laughed Tim, critisizingly.

"That's your answer? So what if it wasn't, Tim! What's so wrong, anyway?"

"But now? Really? Amy has a ton of work, and you're still working long hours at the clinic! There couldn't be a worse time for this to happen!"

Ty shook his head. "Yeah, Tim, blame me, like you always do. I'm outta here," he said walking out of the house and banging the door behind him.

Everyone simply glared at Tim.

"Nice one, Dad," said Amy, her voice dripping with anger. She stood up and followed Ty out.

She found him sitting on the veranda bench outside. "Hey," she said, sitting down beside him.

"Hey," he said. "Sorry for walking out like that. Your dad was just driving me crazy."

Amy squeezed his hand. "Ty. I don't care about what my dad thinks. I'm really happy about this, and nothing he says is going to change that."

Ty cracked a smile, putting his arm around Amy. "Why don't we just go up to the loft, hmm?" she suggested, standing up.

"Good idea." he replied, his arm around her waist as they walked down to the barn. "I've had enough of Tim for tonight.

Amy laughed, leaning into his shoulder.

That night, Amy couldn't sleep. She kept tossing and turning like a mad man, the pain in her stomach almost unbearable.

Ty pulled her close to him, her head against his chest. "It's okay," he whispered, softly caressing Amy's hair.

"I know. It just hurts so much," she mumbled, leaning into her husband.

"Shh," said Ty, as Amy fell asleep to the beat of his heart.

A/N: Well, that was the second chapter! I told you it was going to be really fluffy. ;) I used the "Disapproving Tim" cliche, which I'm sure even the screenwriters would use. But, whatever. I don't think it was that bad . . . Anyway, please R&R! Thanks for reading!