A/N: A huge thanks to all those sticking with this story. Here's the next chapter. This is a continuation of the previous diary entry.

"Lilly, what are you talking about?" I asked. Michael just stared at her.

"Well, see…" Lilly stammered to explain, "My uh…period is already a week late. Mia, I'm so scared! How am I supposed to tell Kenneth? I mean, I might be pregnant! With his baby!" Lilly burst into tears.

Michael just put his arm around her shoulder. What else could he do?

So now were walking to the Pharmacy to get Lilly one of those home pregnancy tests. She's crying so hard. I've never seen Lilly like this. Michael paid, since Lilly forgot her wallet at our place and we walked back home. We waited for the results, and trust me, when you're anxious, three minutes can seem like a LONG time.

Lilly burst into tears after seeing the little red plus sign. We tried to calm her down.

"C'mon Lilly, it won't be THAT bad. And Kenny- I mean Kenneth -is such a nice guy!" I said, hugging her. "He would never leave you alone to take care of the baby!" She just cried harder at this. I looked at Michael desperately.

"Yea, Lilly. It's not such a bad thing…I mean…uh…" He trailed off, looking back at me. Not helping, Michael!

"It's just, everyone else will think I'm a…a slut or something. And mom and dad are going to freak!" She had calmed down a little, now that the news had sunk in a bit.

"Lilly, no one is going to think you're a slut. Besides, even if they do, who cares! It's not like it's any of their business!" I said. "You're the smartest person I know, and you've been in a steady relationship with Kenny…err…Kenneth for the past five years. No one will think of you badly."

"Accidents happen, Lilly" Michael said simply. She just glared at him, and then laughed.

She left half an hour later. Oh God, I'm so tired right. Going to sleep.

Thursday, June 15, 1:37 p.m. Michael's - I mean OUR - Loft:

So Lilly broke the news to Kenneth today over lunch (She told me what happened over the phone a few minutes ago). Instead of being subtle about it, she just goes like "Kenneth, I'm pregnant." Well, that really put him off his crispy salmon skin. He went pale and just stared at her and kept repeating "What?" over and over again. Lilly became impatient after the first few "Whats" and just yelled at him.

"Kenneth, if you're not going to support me through this, I swear I will tear your head off and hang it on a tree in Central Park…" Poor guy. She did regret saying this, later. I guess the emotional disorders have started to kick in. Anyways, according to Lilly, Kenneth was very supportive and said he will do everything he can to support her and the baby. So, all is well…sort of. She still has to tell her parents, and I'm tagging along to support her. Oh, Lilly's here. More later.

Thursday, June 15, 3:10 p.m. Our Loft:

"Mom, I'm pregnant." Wow Lilly. Heard of breaking the news to the gently? I nudged her with my elbow in the ribs before she said something to make the situation worst. Both the Drs. Moscovitz's looked pale. Lilly's mom had to sit down and her dad just stood by the doorway, trying to digest the news. They recovered after a few minutes and her mom spoke up, "And how do you feel about that, Lilly?"

"MOM! I tell you I'm pregnant and you're trying to psychoanalyze me?" Wow, was Lilly angry.

"Well, what exactly do you expect me to do? Do you have any idea how this makes me feel? My daughter is pregnant at TWENTY ONE! Do you know how young that is?"

"It's not that young, Mom. I mean, getting pregnant at EIGHTEEN is a big deal! Twenty one is not that bad. Besides, Kenneth is willing to marry me, so it really is no big deal."

"Well, at least this boy is responsible for his actions." Dr. Moscovitz said from the doorway, coldly.

Wow, I thought Lilly's parents would take the news well. I had the whole scenario planned out in my head. We would sit down, have a nice long chat about my wedding and how wonderful life is. Ladidadida. And then BAM, Lilly would drop the bombshell. And her parents, being Psychologists and all would take the news very well and would come and give their only daughter a big hug. Then they would suggest baby names, talk to her tummy and give us a huge list on where to shop for the baby, etc. etc. You know, the usual thing soon-to-be grandparents do when they find out they are going to be grandparents. Wow, was I wrong. The news sunk in after a while and they asked me to leave so that they could give their daughter a huge lecture about 'responsibility' and 'parenthood' and all that junk. Lilly gave me this if-you-dare-leave-me-alone-with-them-I-will-bite-your-head-off look, but I ignored her and rushed out of the front door Dr. Moscovitz had so kindly held open for me. Lilly is so going to kill me.

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