Chapter 28

Knocked Up

Dylan reaches for Brenda, feeling her spot empty. He slowly opens his eyes. He sits up and stretches noticing Brenda is gone. He looks at the alarm clock with a yawn, 7:45am. He stretches again and pulls himself out of bed, intent on heading to the kitchen for coffee. The house is quiet, knowing the kids have left for school already. The coffee's made and next to the pot is a note from Brenda.

Hey honey, hope you slept well. I had to see my agent. I was in a rush this morning, I emptied the trash cans but can you bring it to the bin and set it out? Trash usually comes at 8. Thanks my love, I shouldn't be long.

Love you,

Bren

Dylan playfully rolls his eyes, he knew when the trash came. This was his main job around the house but he chuckles knowing if she didn't remind him he would have forgotten. Dylan looks at the time and grabs the trash bags that were lined up by the front door. He picks up the first one and to his dismay, it breaks as trash fills the foyer.

"Shit." he whispers, he doesn't have time for this. He makes a face kneeling down grabbing the trash from the floor. Thankful this wasn't kitchen trash, no food in sight. He reaches grabbing a plastic CVS bag. He could see through it, seeing the words pregnancy test written across it. He reaches in, the box open, taking out the capped used pregnancy test he brings it up reading it. The lines were light, but it was positive. A smile spread across his face, Brenda was pregnant? Why hadn't she said anything? Why hadn't she told him she thought she was? Dylan would have wanted to be with her for this. He set aside the box and stick and shoves the rest of the trash away. He takes out the garbage as planned and lines the city trash bins by the curb just in time as he sees the trash truck down the street.

As Dylan drinks his coffee, he sits at the kitchen table, staring at the box. He knew Brenda was serious in not wanting to expand their family. Brenda had never been one to say one thing and mean another. He could always depend on Brenda to be honest even brutally so and that was one thing he loved about her. Brenda and Dylan practiced the pull and pray method. She didn't like the way birth control effected her body and she had gotten used to knowing her body and cycles. If it was the time of the month that was safe for a non pull out night, Dylan didn't. It wasn't full proof but it had worked for 17 years shockingly, Dylan couldn't believe that he had lucked out…again. Many people that hook up so to speak and get pregnant by someone from the past or someone that they are not in a relationship with, may have thought of that as a big mistake. Honestly both Brenda and Dylan thought the twins were a blessing, an act of fate. To bring them together once and for all. It seemed as though Dylan got his wish. Brenda was pregnant and he was ecstatic. As he moved towards his bedroom to get ready for the day, the thought that made him smile widely was…his swimmers still worked like a charm! He had never been more happy to knock up a woman in his life…twice!

Dylan holds the punching bag as Byron punches the crap out of it. Byron bounces to the right leg, to the left leg hitting it over and over again.

"Easy…I'm an old man." Dylan jokes as he holds on to the bag tightly. "My turn." he gently shoves the bag towards his son and takes a few punches to it. "Something bothering you son?" he eyes him, this was something Byron and Dylan did often. They had a full weight room, a gym in their home. Dylan kept himself in shape and he remembers teaching his son how to throw a punch in this exact room. The girls have mirrors lined up on the opposite wall, with a treadmill and Brenda's pilates equipment.

"Just kind of amped up." Byron says. Dylan swings a left hook but his eyes don't leave Byron's. He's lying.

"Everything work out with Emma?"

His face drains, he tries act like nothing is the matter, "Uh…Yeah…everything is better." Not even Byron believes it. He holds the bag, his mind wandering back to the night before.

Byron knocks quietly, "Em…are you almost done?" he hears the toilet flush and water from the sink run. Emma opens the door and looks at him. Her expression nervous and scared. He moves in and hugs her tightly. "It will be okay…we'll figure it out."

She nods against his head but even she has a hard time believing it. If this test says what she fears, her and Byron have major decisions to make. Byron lets her go and pulls her into his private bathroom deeper. His parents he knows are watching a movie with Aidan and Eliot. He hopes they don't come and investigate his closed bedroom door. He knows his parents well enough that even if they were thinking that that closed door symbolized him and Emma "making up" they would yell at him later and not barge in. For that he is thankful for.

"How long do we have to wait?" Byron stands next to Emma at the vanity. Both looking down at the little stick that holds their future.

"5 minutes." Emma says softly.

Byron breathes out. He loves Emma, he knows whether himself and Emma ended up as end game, he would always love her. The timing was terrible, they had senior year, college ahead of them but as of now, he wanted to marry her someday. He looked over at Emma. He turned knowing they still had some time. He rested his butt against the counter. He reached out, his arms coming around her waist as he pulled her to him.

"Whatever it says…we'll figure it out together. You're not alone in this…Emma I love you and I'll support you in any way I can."

Tears flow down Emma's pretty young face. She is only 17 years old, just turned it as a matter of fact. She knows already Byron will support her. "If…it's positive…what are you thinking?" She asks Byron. She knows that he has thought about it. Would he want to keep it? Get an abortion?

He exhales, "I don't know babe…I haven't a clue. What about you?"

Emma leans her forehead against his and they close their eyes, "I don't know." she whispers.

She really doesn't know. She isn't one that believes in abortion but isn't pro-life either. Her mother Donna…is catholic but they aren't practicing…go to church every Sunday kind of people. But she he knows her mom believes in god. Her father David, is jewish. He isn't practicing either. They celebrate both Christmas and Hanukkah. Both parents even though are well off financially, are both democrats. She knows her mother and father are both pro-choice, BUT she also is well aware Donna, may say it's a woman's choice but her herself probably wouldn't go there.

Emma kisses him softly, her tears wetting Byron's face. "I think it's time." She says quietly.

He nods, giving her a sad smile as they turn around. Byron waits to see if she'll pick it up. When he notices her frozen in her spot, he reaches for it. His heart drops into his stomach. It's positive.

"Oh my god." he whispers. After being frozen, his eyes staring down at the faint but two clear lines staring back at him. He hears a unrecognizable sob from his pregnant girlfriend knowing he isn't just seeing things either.

"Earth to Byron." Dylan stops and looks at his son. Byron shakes his head coming out of his daze.

"Wh…what?" he has no idea what his father has asked him.

Dylan smiles, "Are you okay?"

Byron looks at Dylan. Tears fill his eyes and he wants to tell him. He wants comfort, support and advice. He would even welcome his father yelling at him at this point. Anything would be better than the feeling he has. He is also well aware both Emma and himself made a deal that they wouldn't mention this to anyone until the doctor confirmed the test and they decided what they were going to do.

Dylan sees the tears and steps closer to him, "By…you can tell me anything. Is it Emma?"

He shakes his head quickly, "I'm fine dad…I promise, just stuff on my mind." he forces a smile. Dylan watches him as he takes off his boxing gloves and walks out of the gym without another word.

Dylan's hand goes across his mouth and down his chin and neck as he rubs the facial hair on his face. Something is going on, Dylan doesn't know what it is…but it feels huge.

November 14, 1992

Dear Diary,

So Brandon and Emily are hot and heavy. Good for him. He deserves to be happy and he definitely needs to get laid. That guy hasn't gotten any since his crazy girlfriend from Minnesota was here. If Emily is the way she seems, he probably won't have to wait long. And I'm not saying she is easy because she doesn't seem that way either but they like each other. I'm happy for them.

So apparently Brenda is dragging me to some underground club tonight. It actually sounds pretty cool but you know me when it comes to the social scene. The truth is I would never let her go by herself to one of those places. I have heard about them. They change location every week because cops like to bust them up. Sure people go there for the dancing and the club vibe but…some people also go for the drugs. And that's all drugs. I'm not talking about sitting in a circle smoking a joint, I'm talking about…crank, coke, crack, heroine, ecstasy or U4EA as some call it. The big guns. Brenda is so adamant about going somewhere different. The whole group seems to be excited about it. Steve is excited about the "babe fest", Andrea hopes to do a story for The Blaze about it naturally, Kelly, Brenda, Donna and David just want to dance and check out the scene, Emily is the one that told everyone about it, so now I'm wondering what she used to be into up in San Fransisco, and Brandon is so crazy about her, I think he would go anywhere she is. I just hope this group knows what they are walking into. I've been around, I've seen some fucked up things in my short teen life but them…no way. They are the definition of sheltered and my Brenda…is at the top of the list of innocence. We may make out like crazy, have sex like bunnies, but I know Brenda has never been around hard drugs and tonight…I'm thinking that will change. We're meeting at the pit at 10:30. Like I said, Am I into it…not really but Brenda isn't going near one of these clubs without me. So I'll put on a smile and make sure she doesn't leave my side. And meet up with everyone to exchange an egg. Who knows? Maybe it will even be kind of fun. Just because there are drugs everywhere…doesn't mean we have to do them. On the bright note, Brenda's curfew is extended until 1:30 and I'm looking forward to being with her. We'll dance, we'll kiss, it will be a good time.

Dylan

November 15, 1992

Dear Diary,

Okay…it was NOT fun. Well actually in the beginning it wasn't so bad. We all showed up, Brenda by my side where she belongs, everyone raring to go. I did let Brenda know, I warned her what she might see in there. I told her Emily wasn't completely honest about the club. That sure people come for the music and the dancing…but I told her about the drugs. Brenda…my sweet gorgeous Brenda was concerned about me. My addiction, being around drugs. I told her I was fine because it was the truth. We met up at the peach pit at 10:30, Andrea and Steve never showed so we left but Brandon made sure to give them the address of the place they needed to exchange an egg. You exchange the egg, you pay 10 bucks and they give you the secret location of the club. Weird I know but intriguing. We show up. It's in a shit neighborhood downtown. I bet none of my friends have ever been down that way before. The music is happening and there is some serious weirdos and a great time to people watch. I keep Brenda by my side. She takes in her surroundings quietly. I can't blame her because I feel like I'm doing the same thing. First off, I'm a little pissed off at David. But I don't say anything, when we went to exchange the egg he bought a 5th of Jack. Now drugs…not an issue, drinking…well that was an issue for me. Especially because I'e been doing well but it's only been a month in half of being sober for me. He's talking about the place being trippy and I find myself being rude to him. Look my goal is to protect Brenda, to keep her safe but I don't want to have to worry about David Silver and his naive mind…doing something he will regret like Acid or some shit.

Brenda is not fond of Emily. Once we leave David to his bottle of jack. She opens up to me. She knows Emily is Brandon's girlfriend and she wants him to be happy…but she doesn't trust her. She rubs her the wrong way. I try to lighten the mood by telling her, she rubs someone the right way…meaning Brandon. I know Brenda cares about her brother deeply and at the time I didn't know how dangerous Emily could be. I tried to make her smile. We made out in a dark corner and she let me feel her up. I mean the place was dark and nobody was too concerned with what we were doing. It seemed to help and when Brenda finally pushed me off with a laugh as I went to push myself against her as she stood against the wall. My bulge in my pants grinding against her, she knew it was not the time or place for this to go further. We found Brandon and Emily and we soaked up the atmosphere. We laughed about people's clothes and I kept an easy eye on David Silver. He was half way through that whiskey and I had a feeling he hadn't drank much before. He seemed to be ok at that moment in time, dancing with Donna having fun so I let it be.

Brandon made a comment to Brenda about one of the guys with a 4 on his shirt. The man was a drug dealer and I saw Brenda's eyes widen. Emily excused herself and I kissed Brenda again making her forget about the scene that was going on around us. She seemed bothered, not that I blamed her. We danced, had fun and nobody noticed Emily's visit with Mr. number 4.

As the night went on it took a turn south quickly. We see Brandon and Emily, making out heavily, they were in their own little world. He wasn't himself but then again, he had a girl on his arm, something I hadn't seen much of from Brandon in the time I had met him. I waited for Brenda and Kelly to go to the bathroom when I noticed them again, Brandon was actually letting loose, dancing of all things. I thought at that moment…wow maybe Emily is good for him. The girls came back freaked out at what they seen on their trip to the restroom. They saw people smoking crack pipes and Brenda even stepped on a needle. They were horrified and wanted to leave. That's when I noticed Brandon and Emily were not making out in the dark corner anymore, they were no where. I refused to leave Brandon so I told the girls to wait outside while I tried to find him. I noticed David and Donna first. They were ready to leave too. But what I had been afraid of of our young David came true. He said the room was spinning and I helped him quickly just in time for him to barf everything in his stomach up. We did find Brandon though. He was laying on the hood of his mustang, practically dry humping Emily. I thought, get it Brandon, I wish I was dry humping Bren on the top of his mustang! Brenda was not amused. I helped poor David for a few minutes and laid him in the back seat of Kelly's BMW. He reeked of puke and Kelly was ready to kill him. Finally we went over to gather up Brandon but it became pretty obvious quickly that he was fucked up. Not drunk but on something. Brenda was horrified and I was too. I had never seen Brandon do anything of this nature. The one time he drank, he crashed his car and spent the night in jail. He got a DUI and had never touched the stuff again, even lost his license for a little while. This was not Brandon and Emily's influence seemed pretty strong. He was acting like an idiot and making comments he would never normally say. I gave him 40 bucks and took his keys. There was no way he was driving anywhere. Brenda didn't want to leave them but I told her the truth. She didn't get it, he didn't care. He didn't care about us, curfew or anything for that matter. He was higher than a kite, king of the mountain, he has a girl, everything is fine. Until today…when he woke up feeling like shit and remembered what an ass he was.

That brings me back to the present. I got a call from Brenda this morning really early. It was a little after 6 am. She said Brandon had just walked through the door and he was alright. Hungover…but alright. She told me Emily…slipped U4EA into his drink at the club. By the time he found out he was feeling no pain. Also she wanted to know if I would take Brandon to pick up his car at the warehouse so he could get to work on time. When Brandon and I pulled up to the deserted warehouse, his 1965 mustang was completely stripped of parts. Tires, rims, doors, bucket seats, radio…everything gone. The body left tagged in black spray paint. Poor Brandon learned a lesson last night more so than doing drugs. The girl he was in to, drugged him, that's the lowest and coldest craziest thing ever. I felt sorry for him to be honest. Brandon loved his car. He worked hard to buy it, all by himself and it was ruined. The girl he was falling in love with…betrayed him and his trust he had in her. I think this was the biggest hang over Brandon would ever experience in his life.

Dylan

Eliot's eyes widened, holy shit! When they said Emily was crazy…they weren't kidding. Eliot's attention went to the stairs as she sees her father climbing them holding a huge bouquet of flowers behind his back.

She smiled, "What did you do this time dad?" she called out. His head turned towards her bedroom and he chuckled. He walked and stopped in the doorway.

He shrugged, "Now why would you think I did something?" he smirked at her.

She raised one eye brow, "You're transparent daddy…and you only get flowers for mom on her birthday…your anniversary…valentines day…or on opening night of one of her plays. What's the occasion?" Eliot smiled, knowing that today was none of those dates.

Dylan mocked offense, "I just felt like it…is that so wrong?" Eliot rolled her eyes playfully.

"You did something and you also are making it very clear that we should stay very clear of your bedroom for the next two hours, if your apology goes in your favor." she stuck her tongue out at him. Smart ass.

Dylan smirked, Yeah hopefully, he thought, because at that moment, he wanted Brenda to know how excited he was about the baby news and he wanted to show her over and over how happy he was about it. Of course he kept that information to himself. Dylan winked at his daughter receiving a pretend gag as he approached their bedroom. Eliot continued reading, sex and her parents was not a big deal to her anymore. And apparently by that wink, it wasn't to her father either. At least so she thought.

Dylan opened his bedroom door, holding the flowers behind his back. Brenda sat on their bed, reading over the TV show script. Looking up as he came in, closing the door behind him. She smiled at him.

"Hey…baby…how was your day?" Brenda closed the script, resting it on the nightstand as she sat up. Dylan walked towards her sitting down on the edge of the bed

"It was great. What about yours?"

Brenda shrugged, "It was okay." she looked at him now noticing he had one hand behind his back. He smiled and brought the huge bouquet around handing them to her.

"Oh…Dylan. They are beautiful." Brenda smelled them, she eyed her husband, "What did you do?"

Dylan laughed and shook his head, the women in this family didn't think that highly on romantic gestures. "Nothing…geez…can't a man just give his beautiful wife flowers?" he argued, humor in his tone.

Brenda smiled, "That depends on what he's keeping from her?" she joked and smelled the arrangement again. It truly was beautiful.

Dylan pursed his lips together with smile, "I think maybe I should be asking you the same question."

Brenda's head raised looking at him curiously. She stared at him, "What are you talking about Dylan?"

Dylan reached setting his hand on her flat stomach. He rubbed gently before leaning towards her. He kissed her softly making her lay back against the pillow. "Uh…Dylan?" he continued down her chest to her abdomen area, lifting her t-shirt and placing gently kisses across it.

"It's ok Bren…I know…and I'm so god damn happy about it." He trailed kisses back up her body. Brenda laying there confusion across her face. She had no idea what the hell he was talking about.

"Dylan…baby?" he kisses her longer this time. Brenda's eyes open wide. He broke the kiss, kissing down her neck, "I have no fucking clue what your talking about." She closed her eyes and breathed out. Him hitting her favorite spot to be kissed.

"I saw the test." He continued kissing along her collar bone, his tongue sending chills down her body.

"What test?" Brenda's eyes were closed, she didn't have a clue what this was about, but god damn that felt good.

He raised his face to look at hers, he smirked, "The pregnancy test. Baby…I'm so happy." He leans in and kisses her deeply. Brenda not kissing back…frozen…shocked. The words hitting her quickly she pushes at him, and moves from under him standing up.

"You think I'm pregnant?" her voice raised, confusion in overdrive. Her hands come to her flat stomach, she turns to the side, "Do I look pregnant?" worry in her tone. Was she getting fat?

Dylan chuckled laying on his side, his elbow propping him up, looking up at her. "Don't be ridiculous Bren…I saw the test."

"Dylan…I didn't take a pregnancy test…I'm not pregnant…I'm on my period as we speak."

Dylan got up quickly and stood in front of her, "You're not pregnant?"

Brenda looked up at him, she shook her head, "No."

Dylan exhaled, "I saw the test…it was positive. I just saw it this morning when I took the trash bins out." Dylan was beyond confused. Pretty freaking disappointed…but more confused as he looked at her.

"Well…I didn't take it." Silence reined over them as they stared at one another.

Brenda gasped loudly. Her hand coming to her heart. She looked towards the door. "Oh my god." tears filled her eyes, "Oh my god." she breathed, "Palm springs wasn't the first time they had sex since he moved in." realization hitting her like a mack truck. Palm Springs was too recent. He had to have knocked her up weeks ago. "Oh my god!" she repeated loudly. Looking back to her shocked frozen husband. Brenda tears fall from her eyes. Trying to grasp the fact that if she didn't take the pregnancy test, the only other woman in this house was Eliot.

Dylan's face was red, his fists clutching at his sides, the veins in Dylan's neck pulsing, his blood pressure through the roof. "I'll fucking kill him." he says quietly. Then before Brenda can stop him he is out of the bedroom.

Dylan rushes into Eliot's bedroom, Aidan there now. He grabs him by the his shirt roughly. Aidan physically frightened for his safety. Tears are in Dylan's eyes now as he stares into Aidan's.

"Daddy! Stop!" Eliot is on her feet. Brenda crying at the scene in front of her trying to make him let the boy go. Dylan finally lets him free. Regretting his initial reaction. His hand goes over his eyes as he squeezes them shut, "I'm sorry." he breaks down, his hand running down his face. "I'm sorry." his voice breaks.

"Sir…I don't know what I did…I…dont understand." Aidan is scared shitless and he tripping over his words. He has never been more confused or afraid in his life.

"HOW COULD YOU TWO BE SO IRRESPONSIBLE!? YOU HAD YOUR WHOLE LIVES AHEAD OF YOU!" Dylan yells loudly. "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW?"

"DADDY! What did we do?" Eliot is bawling, she doesn't understand what provoked Dylan to almost kill her boyfriend.

Brenda takes Dylan's hand in hers. Calming him. She doesn't even know what to say. Shocked speechless.

"I can't even look at you." Dylan breaks down. "I have never been more disappointed in one of my kids."

Silence fills the room. "I don't understand." cries Eilot. "I was just reading and Aidan came in to ask if I wanted to go a movie. Mom…dad I don't know what this is."

Brenda looks at her daughter, "Your dad found the test El…we know. We know your pregnant."

Aidan looks at Eliot, his eyes widened, "You're pregnant?" he whispers. His hand coming over his mouth as he tries to calm his breaths. Brenda and Dylan look at each other guilty, realizing maybe she hasn't told him yet.

"What is going on?" Byron is at the doorway. He heard his father yelling from downstairs.

"Why didn't you tell me Eliot?" Aidan moved towards her and takes her into his arms. He closes his eyes as he hugs her, tears threatening to fall.

Eliot pushes Aidan away and looks at him, "I'm not pregnant," she says confused, she looks at her parents, "I'm…not…pregnant." she repeats. "I just finished my period."

Byron swallows hard. He realizes the promise that he made to Emma, was about to be broken.

"I don't understand…I saw the test…it was right there in the bathroom trash." Dylan looks at Brenda then back at Eliot. Dylan was not imagining this.

"You're not pregnant?" Brenda asks confusion written on everyone's face but Byron's.

"No! I swear…I'm on the pill…I just had a cycle…no!" she says frantically.

"I don't understand…there are two woman in this house…and neither of you are pregnant?" Dylan is in shock. Was he dreaming? No that can't be it.

"She isn't pregnant dad." Byron walks into Eliot's room, tears in his eyes, "Emma is."

Brenda's hand comes to her mouth. "Oh Byron." she whispers, it's still bad. Did she think that it would be less of a blow…no…it wasn't.

"Emma?" Dylan shakes his head, "Jesus…BYRON! Did you use protection? I told you to always use protection damn it! What the hell are you guys going to do? Does Donna and David know?"

Brenda groans the realization hitting her and the conflict they might find themselves in with their best friends, "My god By." Brenda shakes her head disappointed. "Donna and David." She whispers.

"We did use protection! We were careful! I don't know how this happened!" Byron yells nervously.

Silence fills the bedroom. Dylan looks at Aidan, "I'm so sorry." he breathes.

Aidan quickly shakes his head, "It's okay." everything that just happened in the last few minutes was overwhelming.

Dylan's hand come out and grasps Aidan's shoulder, "No son…it's not. I'm really sorry for the way I reacted. This is all such a shock. Eliot…Aidan why don't you go downstairs give me and Bren a second to talk to Byron."

Eliot nods in shock herself. Emma her best friend is pregnant, she honestly didn't see this one coming. She walks to her doorway and looks at her brother, tears in his eyes. She hugs him tightly. "I love you." she whispers for him to hear. "It will be okay." he nods against her head and breathes out. She passes him, Aidan and Byron lock eyes. I mutual support and friendship that doesn't need words. Soon it's just Brenda, Dylan and Byron in Eliot's room. Silence deafening almost stifling.

Brenda swallows, "What is she going to do?" Dylan who is standing in silence looks at his son, knowing what Brenda is asking.

Byron takes a deep breath and walks over sitting on Eliot's bed.

"She doesn't know. She set up an appointment with a doctor to confirm…but can't get in until next week. We don't know what we're going to do." he looks down. "I'm trying to be supportive but…I'm freaking out." he breaks down, his hands come to his face. Brenda heart breaks. She moves towards him and he crumbles in her arms. "This wasn't the plan…I love Emma but I know I'm not ready for this."

"I know sweetie. I know."

"Byron…I know what your going through." Byron looks at him surprised.

"You do?" Dylan nods. He takes Eliot's desk chair and moves it closer so he is in reach of him. He sits and leans towards them, "Your mom and I had a scare like this back in high school."

Byron looks at his mom with wide eyes, "Did you…did you have an abortion?" he asks honestly.

Brenda shakes her head, "No…it was a false alarm…but we thought I was for a good week. It was enough to scare me. Byron…you have to be there for her…but you have to understand, as a women…it's her choice how she will handle this. You can tell her how you feel and its okay to feel one way over the other but ultimately it will be her decision, and you as the man, her boyfriend have to respect whatever it may be. Where is Emma now?" Brenda reaches up comforting her son. Dylan is still so shook up he watches them. He knows his reaction with Eliot and Aidan was wrong, but he feels the same anger. He wants to ring his sons neck, but knows thats not what he needs right now. It wouldn't help the situation at all.

"Home." Byron answers sadly.

"Do you think…she would be okay coming over? We could all talk about this. She doesn't have to wait a week to confirm the pregnancy. She could go to planned parenthood. They could get her in quickly."

Byron looks at his mom. "We made a deal we wouldn't tell you guys…Donna and David until we knew it was real. I don't know how she is going to react to you guys knowing." he says honestly.

Brenda looks at Dylan, "Are you going to keep the fact we know from her?" she asks looking back at her son.

Byron looks at his mom, "I don't know. I was scared to tell you guys but I wanted to. I wanted to tell dad when we were boxing today. I guess I could ask her. You guys won't tell them will you? Donna and David?"

Dylan speaks up first, "No…we won't say anything until Emma is ready. When the time comes, if she wants us there, we will be. You know Byron…Emma may be relived we know. Especially Brenda…she might appreciate a mother's support, especially if she feels she can't tell her own mom yet?"

"Absolutely." Brenda nods agreeing. "Let us know what she wants us to do. I can call the clinic tomorrow, get her in and then we can go from there." Byron looks at his mom. She smiles a sad smile at him, pushing back his hair lovingly.

Byron nods, "Okay." he exhales, "I'll call her."

Byron looks at his dad, Dylan sitting on the chair, his elbows resting on his knees, his head hanging. "Dad…I'm sorry." He knows his father is disappointed in him.

Brenda looks at her husband, her eyes pleading to be supportive. Dylan swallows hard looking into her eyes. His eyes flicker to his sons, "I know son. We'll figure it out." Byron hugs his mom tightly. Getting up he moves around his dad. His arms wrap tightly against the back of Dylan. Dylan's hand comes to his forearm. A silent show of support passes through them. The sit silent as Byron goes to his room assuming to call Emma.

Brenda's tears free finally. She tried to keep it together for as long as possible. "Oh…Dylan." she whispers. Dylan gets up moving next to her. They sit on Eliot's bed staring at the floor in front of them. The sound of a quiet sob comes out of Brenda, and Dylan wraps his arms around her.

"It will be okay." Dylan tells himself too. "We'll figure it out."

"I don't know if I'm ready to be a grandma." Brenda whispers. "Grandparents." she breathes.

Dylan's arms tighten around her, he kisses her head gently. "I know…baby…I know…me neither." Dylan holds her for what seems like hours. Tears flow easily for both of them.

Byron stands at Eliot's bedroom door, guilt rushes him as he sees his parents comforting one another. His father is the first to look at him.

"Emma's coming over." he says quietly. "She wants to talk to mom." Brenda looks at her son and nods.

Brenda doesn't know how to handle this. She doesn't know what's right. Donna is her best friend…David too. They have known each other for so many years, they are family. She feels guilty but then again, she loves Emma like her own. She knows if Eliot was in this position and didn't feel comfortable coming to her…she would hope her dear friend would do the same.

Ok people…so there it was the next chapter. Brenda and Dylan know about Emma. Did you understand Dylan's reaction? Did you think it was bad? Did he overreact? Dylan is Dylan…he acted before thinking but I personally don't think it was too far fetched. Next up, more journals, Emma comes over and her and Byron have a heart to heart with Brenda and Dylan. The pregnancy is confirmed or denied. Do you think she should really be pregnant? Donna and David? Eliot and Byron have a twin moment. Please hit review. Working on Long time coming today :)