Hey, you two." Amy said as Cory and Topanga came down the stairs together, clasping onto each others hands and smiling over at Amy and Alan, who were waking up with coffee together at the kitchen table.
"It's a big day, huh?" Alan said.
"Sure is." Cory said with a wide grin, searching the cabinets for a light breakfast before they headed out for the doctor's office.
"You guys look like you're going somewhere, " Amy said. "Where are you going?"
"The doctor's office called to tell us that the test results were in, so we're going to pick them up." Topanga said as she joined them at the table.
"How ya feelin, honey?" Amy said, smiling sympathetically as she reached over to softly place her hand on Topanga's.
"I'm feeling better, thanks." Topanga said. "Just nervous, now."
"Are either of you feeling excited at all?" Alan asked. "I mean, I know having a baby wasn't circled on the calendar, but—"
"Actually, we are." Topanga said. "We weren't, but after Mr. Feeny talked to us last night, his message softened our attitudes on the situation."
"Well, I'm glad that you guys calmed down, because I can guarantee you that you would never want to miss out on the joys of expecting a baby." Amy said, smiling from Cory to Topanga.
"Oh, and Cory, I wanna talk to you before you head out." Alan said, motioning for Cory to follow him upstairs.
Following him into his parents' bedroom, Cory watched Alan fumble through the top drawer of their chest of drawers, pulling a small box out from underneath neatly folded dress shirts. He sat on the unmade bed as he untied the string on the box, patting the empty spot beside him for Cory to sit down.
"I don't know if you remember this, but I haven't forgotten about for seven years—" Alan said, placing the string aside and turning to Cory.
"When you turned twelve years old, I gave you something that meant a lot to me, but ended up meaning very little to you." Alan said, looking Cory in the eyes as he continued.
"Well, you actually lost them for awhile, but when you found them again, you gave them back. And I'm not sure if you did that because you just wanted an excuse to get rid of them, or if you thought you weren't responsible enough to own them."
"Anyways, when you gave them back, you said, 'Give them back to me on the most important day of my life.'"
Cory suddenly smiled, remembering exactly what his dad was talking about.
"I think that today may be that day." Alan said, lifting a glimmering object from the box.
Gently passing them over to Cory, Alan took in every detail of the moment he had imagined for years as he watched his son delicately handle his treasured memento from the Navy, smiling down at the dangling pair of perfectly molded, silver boxing gloves. Thin spots of dust covered them, so Cory leaned forward and softly blew it all away.
Turning to his dad, a smile full of thoughtful gratitude beaming from his face, Cory gently placed them over his neck. "I didn't forget."
The two of them tightly pulled themselves into a hug, gripping each other and roughly patting each other's backs. All the while, the gloves dangled from Cory's chest, symbolizing that he had finally reached the most important day of his life.