Boy Meets Parenthood: 10
I am a Daddy!
Topanga sat in her kitchen sipping ginger tea, wrestling with how to tell Cory about the pregnancy. She truly hoped Angela was right, and that he would be ecstatic. He really did love kids, and before when he had thought she was pregnant, he had warmed to the idea. Now that he was working, instead of in college, she thought he would accept the pregnancy even more readily.
Money shouldn't be a huge issue, she thought. She could work until close to time for the baby, and she was fortunate to work for a company that offered some paid maternity leave. If all went well with Cory's teaching position this year, she may even be able to take a year off work to spend with the baby. Hmm, her BABY. Topanga sighed happily. She really liked this idea now.
Maybe a romantic dinner, just the two of them, at home. Yes, that would work she thought. Angela was going out with Shawn tonight, and Topanga had sworn her to secrecy about the pregnancy, at least until she told Cory.
Topanga rose and thought about preparing dinner, but the thought of touching raw meat made her ill again.
"Oh, hell. I'll order a pizza." She muttered and picked up the phone. Pizza by candlelight would be just as romantic.
Thirty minutes later, the pizza arrived, and shortly after that, Cory got home. He looked so sexy in his button up shirt with a tie and jeans. It was his favorite thing to wear to work. The ensemble reminded her of their high school English teacher, John Turner.
"Hi Honey, I'm Home," Called Cory in his Ricky voice.
Topanga's eyes were shining and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Not the kind of kiss he usually got after work, but a 'take me I'm yours' kiss that he usually only got before 'pookey poo' (their pet name for lovemaking.)
"Wow, what was that for?" asked Cory.
"I have a surprise for you." Topanga taunted, grinning.
"If that was a preview, I can't wait!" Cory allowed her to pull him into the kitchen. "Wow, candles, pizza. ok, what's my surprise?" He looked like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to tear into his gifts.
"Sit down Cory," commanded Topanga.
"Yes dear," Cory obeyed, and sat.
"Well, I saw Dr. Nora today," she began.
"And?" asked Cory, having absolutely no clue what she could be leading to.
"And, I know why I haven't been feeling well." She paused for effect, "I'm pregnant." She held her breath, waiting for his response.
Cory sat motionless, his expression completely unchanged from before she said the words 'I'm pregnant'.
Oh no, she thought, he's upset.
In reality, Cory was just letting it sink in. he got up from the table and walked to the bathroom. Topanga followed him at a safe distance, feeling very worried.
He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection.
"Daddy," he said to his reflection, "Papa, Cory Matthews is going to be a father. I am going to be a daddy!" As the words sunk in, Cory turned to Topanga, smiling from ear to ear.
A flood of relief washed over her.
Cory picked up Topanga, and swung her around, laughing. He stopped and kissed her again.
"My little mama," he said softly, "You have made me very happy."
"Let's feed the baby, she wants pizza," said Topanga. "'She', huh? You think it's a girl? Well, I will have you know, the first born in the Matthews family is always a boy." Cory was teasing and Topanga played along.
"But this one is a Lawrence-Matthews." She countered, grinning.
I am a Daddy!
Topanga sat in her kitchen sipping ginger tea, wrestling with how to tell Cory about the pregnancy. She truly hoped Angela was right, and that he would be ecstatic. He really did love kids, and before when he had thought she was pregnant, he had warmed to the idea. Now that he was working, instead of in college, she thought he would accept the pregnancy even more readily.
Money shouldn't be a huge issue, she thought. She could work until close to time for the baby, and she was fortunate to work for a company that offered some paid maternity leave. If all went well with Cory's teaching position this year, she may even be able to take a year off work to spend with the baby. Hmm, her BABY. Topanga sighed happily. She really liked this idea now.
Maybe a romantic dinner, just the two of them, at home. Yes, that would work she thought. Angela was going out with Shawn tonight, and Topanga had sworn her to secrecy about the pregnancy, at least until she told Cory.
Topanga rose and thought about preparing dinner, but the thought of touching raw meat made her ill again.
"Oh, hell. I'll order a pizza." She muttered and picked up the phone. Pizza by candlelight would be just as romantic.
Thirty minutes later, the pizza arrived, and shortly after that, Cory got home. He looked so sexy in his button up shirt with a tie and jeans. It was his favorite thing to wear to work. The ensemble reminded her of their high school English teacher, John Turner.
"Hi Honey, I'm Home," Called Cory in his Ricky voice.
Topanga's eyes were shining and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Not the kind of kiss he usually got after work, but a 'take me I'm yours' kiss that he usually only got before 'pookey poo' (their pet name for lovemaking.)
"Wow, what was that for?" asked Cory.
"I have a surprise for you." Topanga taunted, grinning.
"If that was a preview, I can't wait!" Cory allowed her to pull him into the kitchen. "Wow, candles, pizza. ok, what's my surprise?" He looked like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to tear into his gifts.
"Sit down Cory," commanded Topanga.
"Yes dear," Cory obeyed, and sat.
"Well, I saw Dr. Nora today," she began.
"And?" asked Cory, having absolutely no clue what she could be leading to.
"And, I know why I haven't been feeling well." She paused for effect, "I'm pregnant." She held her breath, waiting for his response.
Cory sat motionless, his expression completely unchanged from before she said the words 'I'm pregnant'.
Oh no, she thought, he's upset.
In reality, Cory was just letting it sink in. he got up from the table and walked to the bathroom. Topanga followed him at a safe distance, feeling very worried.
He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection.
"Daddy," he said to his reflection, "Papa, Cory Matthews is going to be a father. I am going to be a daddy!" As the words sunk in, Cory turned to Topanga, smiling from ear to ear.
A flood of relief washed over her.
Cory picked up Topanga, and swung her around, laughing. He stopped and kissed her again.
"My little mama," he said softly, "You have made me very happy."
"Let's feed the baby, she wants pizza," said Topanga. "'She', huh? You think it's a girl? Well, I will have you know, the first born in the Matthews family is always a boy." Cory was teasing and Topanga played along.
"But this one is a Lawrence-Matthews." She countered, grinning.