A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone. It makes me happy to know you all like this little thing I've started here.

So for the Guest who reviewed, I'm so sorry I forgot in the last chapter in the rush to update to explain. The February thing: Well Ryder was February and July in the men of McKinley calendar, so Kitty's saying that her calendar hasn't changed from February, but it will in July. So a shirtless Ryder is on her wall all year round :D

This chapter is for HollyWill4ever, thanks for the great suggestion :D

I sat there watching Marley show everyone her ring, she was beaming from ear to ear.

At first when Jake had showed me, I had assumed he had stolen it, Kitty had too. But as it turns out he's been saving a lot of money for him and Marley. Practically everything he'd earned over the past 5 years had gone into a saving's account for his future.

I wish I was that smart, because then I could ask Kitty to marry me. And we'd be as happy as Jake and Marley. And Kitty wouldn't keep giving me looks every time Marley mentioned something about her wedding.

Sure my dad is going to give me some money for my 21st (and I know what your thinking, we are way to young. But I love her, and we've been together since Junior year, that's like four years). It's almost like we're actually married, we live together, talk about our future together, discuss money issues together, all that stuff, I just want to be able to afford to make it official.

When it comes to money, life sucks.

...o0o...

43, 44, 45, 46, 47...

I'm stopped from reaching my target, when Kitty waves something in front of my face.

"Neat pen," I mutter as I put the weights back on the holder and sitting up.

"It's not a pen Ryder," says Kitty as she takes a seat next to me. I don't know how to act, because lately her mood has been really whacky, so I have to tread lightly. And now I'm not sure if she's happy or sad or both.

"Then what is it?" I ask, she looks up at me like I'm stupid.

"It's a pregnancy test."

I briefly freeze, "And why would you need that, we're always safe." I turn slightly more towards her.

"Yes usually we are, but the night of the engagement party, that's kind of a blur."

"So..." I start.

"I'm pregnant, this is the fourth test, and they've all given me the same result. Positive." She sort of smiles. "I don't know whether to be happy or sad. I mean can we really afford a baby?"

I didn't answer, I was too busy trying to process the thought that I was going to be a dad.

...o0o...

"There's the baby, that there is the head," Said the doctor as we looked at the screen. Seeing our baby for the first time was unreal. It was amazing, and special, and just plain awesome.

Kitty and I had decided to keep the baby, and now we were excited. Eight weeks into it now, but we haven't told anyone yet. And we're not telling anyone until the twelve week mark, Kitty told me she'd kill me if I told anyone beforehand, and I fully believe she would.

The doctor leaves the room, and Kitty turns to face me. "I'm going to get fat, and you better still tell me I'm pretty."

"I'll tell you you're beautiful, which you will be." She rolls her eyes at my statement, but I fully mean it. I'm really excited about the baby, I can't wait to be a dad. And despite what people may think, I reckon Kitty will make a great mum.

...o0o...

The first people we tell, are of course our best friends. I was too scared to tell my parents, and I'm even more scared of telling her parents, I mean what if they kill me? Being related to Kitty, I don't doubt that it would at least cross their minds.

When Jake and Marley come over for dinner Kitty is in the worst mood. Right before they walked in the door, she narrowly missed hitting me with the pot she hurtled at my head. All this just because I forgot to get her Apple juice. I apologised so many times, but it wasn't enough, she was furious.

I open the door for our friends, but instead of letting them inside, I join them, shutting the door behind me.

"You okay?" asks Marley.

"Yeah I'm good, but ah..." I look behind me at the closed door, and the yelling coming from behind it. "But I think Kitty may need a few minutes."

"Why, is there something wrong?" Wow Marley, isn't someone overly concerned.

"How many weeks has it been since the engagement party?" I ask.

"Buggered if I know" states Jake. And Marley whacks him in the stomach.

"It's been almost three months," she smiled.

"Is that 12 weeks?"

"Just about," confirms Jake.

"Well then, I might as well tell you, Kitty ... Well Kitty's..." We jump at the sound of a smashing glass.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Is the next thing heard from the kitchen. 'Oh no'

Quickly, but an actually well thought through plan. I open the front door, and push Marley inside, and close it holding it shut.

"Open!" yells Marley, and she bangs on the door, she is just as scared as we are.

"No, you can talk to her," I say keeping a tight hold of the door handle that Marley was struggling to open.

The door handle stops burning my hand, as Marley stops twisting it. Obviously listening to me, she cautiously asks Kitty what's wrong. Jake and I listen with our ears at the door.

"Where's Ryder?" she sobs. I instantly feel bad.

"He's outside with Jake." Marley reveals us, and now I'm scared. Jake and I run down the hall, and discover the elevator is out of order.

"You couldn't have said something," I ask panicked.

"Didn't think," he answers. So we take off in search of the other set of stairs. We reach them and just sit, knowing we are well out of Kitty's reach.
"So what's wrong dude?"

"Nothings really wrong, um... Kitty's pregnant." Jake turns, seeming shocked at my revelation.

"So does that explain the tantrum you were hiding from?"

"Pretty much."

"But I guess congrats are in order." He smiles at me.

"Are they really. I mean like six more months of mood swings, then eighteen years of raising a kid."

"And if you have another kid, nine more months of mood swings, and a few more years of raising a kid."

I turn to him "Don't fricken remind me. I've always wanted kids, but I didn't think, you know dealing with Kitty, would be the hardest part."

"Well it's all be worth it when the little dude or dudette arrives, right?"

"Yeah," I let a small smile escape. "I'm hoping the good will outweigh all the bad."

"It will, don't worry."

...o0o...

Marley and Jake are going to be the godparents, so if anything happens to me and Kitty, baby goes to them. We trust them, and it seems right. They were ecstatic when we told them four months before the babies due date.

"Oh my gosh! Thank-you. I'm so honoured you would choose us," gushed Marley, while Jake just smiled, he was happy too. Marley jumped up to give us hugs, hugging Kitty she was very carefully avoiding upsetting the (for once) asleep baby in Kitty's stomach.

Kitty was saying the baby never stopped moving, but I've yet to feel it. It makes me a little sad, but Kitty calls me every time to feel it, but she/he stops right when I get there. Pretty sure the baby has already picked a favourite parent, if that's possible.

Kitty tries to assure me that the baby will love me too, but I'm not so sure, I mean it won't even let me know it's still alive and waiting to meet me. But who knows right?

...o0o...

We go to those classes, you know for those who are expecting, I don't know why, I mean they're kind of stupid. But Kitty insists, so we go. I hate it there, all the other mums and dads to be give us the stink eye. I even hear some of them muttering about age, whatever, we are going to be great parents. And I don't think Kitty even notices others staring. Or she's just doing a really good job of not running her mouth off about it.

One lady there, who isn't quite as far along as Kitty, was kind of nice to us. She was like probably in her early thirties, she was always telling us how excited she was for her first kid. We would tell her we were excited too. Then she said something about her and her husband have been trying for ages. I made the mistake of saying ours was an accident, boy did Kitty glare at me bad.

I was in trouble.

And that lady, well she doesn't like us anymore, especially after I let slip that we weren't married, apparently she's like a hard-core Christian. And what pissed her off most of all is that Kitty is the same religion.

I was in really big trouble.

When we got home Kitty yelled at me a little bit, whacked me on the back of the head, calling me an idiot, then went to take a nap. I had actually been expecting worse.

I made her cookies, her favourite, orange and dark chocolate. I'm actually a pretty good cook, Kitty's not, but I don't mind making her food because she's always in a good mood afterwards. And she was going to be really happy with her surprise.

She was, and I became a lucky man.

...o0o...

A month before the baby was due, Kitty started getting really fussy, I'm guessing the warmer weather wasn't helping anything. It was really fricken hot, when outside. In our apartment was like an ice-box. Marley came over and had to put on like three, four jumpers. One of mine, over two of Kitty's, over one of her own. She knew it was going to be cold, I had told her when she called, but she hadn't known how cold. Marley was turning blue, and I must have been some odd shade too, while Kitty lounged on the couch in one of my t-shirts (she claims they're more comfortable than the 'stupid frilly maternity tops she's been wearing', her words, not mine)and her maternity shorts (she didn't have a problem with those).

Jake was coming over after he finished work, so me and Marley were making dinner. Well Marley was sitting watching me make dinner, since Kitty had fallen asleep.

"I think it's funny how I practically grew up in the kitchen with my mum teaching me how to cook. Yet, I do next to no cooking at home," sighs Marley.

"Well Jake works as a chef, so yeah..."

"Not the point Ryder. I like cooking, I just don't do it," she laughs.

"Well you could if you had to at least, Kitty couldn't. No unless you were in the mood for burnt spaghetti on burnt toast. Worst, is that it's the spaghetti from the can, normally that's impossible to screw up. My little sister used to make it for me when I broke my arm in eighth grade."

"Don't be mean Ryder," she says, and I'm thinking, who started it? Marley.

"And you're an Ass!" yells Kitty then 'bang' a door slams.

"Who's she talking to?" Asks Marley.

"When did she wake up?" I questioned. And Marley shrugged. Kitty walked into the kitchen, and straight to the fridge, well waddles.

"Why's the house so cold?" she asks as she pours herself a glass of orange juice. Marley looks at me, like really confused, as I wordlessly go and adjust the temperature of the apartment. "By the way, I locked Jake out. He pissed me off."

I continue on to open the front door, to indeed find Jake standing out there, on his phone. "I was about to ring, because I couldn't trust Kitty to tell you I was out here."

"So, why are you an ass?" I ask shutting the door behind him.

"Because, apparently telling someone they look nice these days, makes them an ass," he laughs.

"Oh well, I was a douche this morning, I thinks it's just one of those days." I say shrugging. 'We're making dinner," I add, watching as his eyebrows raise quickly. "I don't care what you think," I laugh, and he joins in. Kitty walks back past us taking her orange juice into the living room, glaring at Jake all the while. Jake and I exchange glances, trying not to laugh, sometimes it's best not to take things seriously and not act like grown-ups.

And sometimes it's best to act your age, or older. Especially when your girlfriend drops her glass on the ground, smashing it... then telling you her water broke...

Oh shit.

...o0o...

It's a month early, a whole fricken month! I need, we need more time. I don't think we're ready. We are not, oh god, oh god. Kitty's in pain, she just made an awful noise. I might lose it. But I can't ... ... ...

Hold up, just blanked out there for a second, but I'm back.

Kitty wanted Jake and Marley to come to the hospital with us, so they did. Which is good, in case I blank out again. I didn't pass out, so it's not so bad. But I will admit it's a good thing Jake is driving, and I'm in the back with Kitty.

We pulled into the hospital, and I was grateful that someone was thinking ahead, Marley had called the hospital while we were on our way.

"You better tell them, oh. Tell them Ryder I want one of things that stops the pain. I've had a taste of a small one, and I don't want any more! Oh ah!"

... ... ...

Sorry!

I'm back again.

Time to stay with it. Kitty is having your kid Ryder, you need to keep yourself together!

...o0o...

We are taken to a room, we are supposed to stay here until the baby is completely ready. And that could apparently be a long time. And also Kitty is really pissy because they can't give her the pain meds yet, it's too early.

Every time she has one of those contraction things, it's like she's trying to crumble my hand to dust. At first it wasn't so bad when she asked for my hand, it hurt a bit but I had been expecting it. Though as her pain progressed, so did mine (I'm not complaining, I know hers is worse, by about a million and one). It was really hard not to say anything, so I just sat there sweating it out with her, smiling through my dying hand, and telling her she's doing great.

I'm proud to say I held out for a good three hours before I excused myself for a fake bathroom break, I just needed to stretch my hand. But Jake sat next to her for the two minutes I was gone, I only missed one contraction, but when I got back Jake was way to happy to see me, giving me her hand back the second I sat down. Kitty is one strong woman. I did however make sure she was holding the other hand for a change.

We were doing this, the baby was on the way.

...o0o...

"And see that Lexi, that's a dent in the wall from when your mummy threw a pot at my head."

"Lexi?" Kitty raises an eyebrow at me. "I always thought we'd shorten it to Alex." She told me with a smile.

I smile back, "Well I want everyone to know that my little girl is a little girl."

"Fair enough," she laughs and quickly kisses me on the lips.

We had finally brought our beautiful baby girl home from the hospital. Kitty had stayed there for six days, because Lexi was a bit small, so they wanted to keep an eye in her. They decided she was perfectly healthy and that Alexandria Amelia Lynn could come home. Kitty and I had taking our middle names and given them to our baby girl. Alexandria (Alexander) from me, and Amelia from Kitty, we thought it would really make her name mean something, and it also meant our parents wouldn't hate the name.

"And this spot here Lexi, is where your mummy told me it was time for you to arrive. And this is a place your mummy doesn't like, it's called the kitchen." Kitty slapped me on the arm, but she was still smiling, nothing could stop us smiling today. And we were luckily blessed that our baby hasn't cried much since we got home, Lexi wouldn't stop crying at the hospital when Kitty was trying to dress her. It was kind of funny actually, Kitty would pick her up and calm her down, and Lexi would be silent. Then Lexi gets put down on the table again and the screaming starts. Come to think of it, she's probably not crying because I'm holding her at the moment.

And guess what she does love me, Lexi loves me, Kitty was right and I was worried about nothing. Man I'm stupid.

...o0o...

Lexi doesn't like Jake.

Kitty just about wet herself laughing when I would give her to Jake to hold, then Lexi would start crying, take her away and she'd stop, give her back and the tears would roll. It was a vicious cycle, and Kitty loved it.

"Well no doubts she's Kitty's kid," laughs Jake. And we all smile, bar Kitty who's still laughing hysterically.

"Of course she's my kid, I have the stretch makes to prove it." Kitty's scowling now. She doesn't have any mark that I can see, so I don't know why she's so worried. Kitty still looks the same as she did before the pregnancy, except her boobs are bigger. And I have no problems with that what so ever.

Marley is currently holding Lexi, and Lexi is asleep, yay! We always get excited when Lexi is asleep, because Kitty and I are running on fumes at this point in time, I'm so fricken tired.
Thank-god Marley and Jake are looking after Lexi for the night, I need sleep, like really bad. Jake keeps making jokes about what we're going to be doing tonight, but I am honest to god going to sleep at seven, and I am not waking up until I have to. That's right Jake, sleep, no funny business. Sleep!

...o0o...

"You know what Kitty?" I look up at my beautiful girlfriend, and mother of my child.

"What?" she asks, climbing into the bed next to me at exactly seven 'o' clock.

"I think we are going to be just fine."

A/N: So how was that people's, did you like my little Ryitty baby story. If you all give me lots of reviews for this one, we might re-visit Lexi later on in this collection. Maybe even Dawn, for those of you who know who she is (Who Else).

Anyways I hope you all liked it, and I hope it was what you wanted HollyWill4ever. And please, please review and request everyone :D