A/N Omg I am so sorry for not updating. How long has it bee? A week, maybe? Oh well. I've been so busy with midterms that it makes it seem like writing is a chore…*sigh* Despite that I'm working on a Seinfeld story! Anyone wanna read it? No? Okay. Anyway, here we go….

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Sheldon opened the door without his usual knocking, hanging up his coat.

"Since when do you not knock?" Leonard blinked at his roommate in astonishment. "That's, like, the only good thing about you."

Katie snickered, then covered her mouth to hide it.

"Bernadette?" Sheldon stopped walking, looking up. "What are you doing here?"

"It's a pleasure to see you too, Sheldon," Bernadette said in a sarcastic tone.

"Um...Sheldon." Katie glanced over at Penny, and the blonde nodded, gesturing for her friend to go on. "I have something to tell you. You may have to sit down for this."

"Are you...breaking up with me?" Sheldon stared at her.

"What?" Katie shook her head. "No! Why would I- ohhh," she murmured in a breathy tone, clutching her stomach.

"What's wrong?" Sheldon asked, a tone of rare concern to his voice.

"Sheldon. I'm pregnant," she said in a low voice.

Sheldon stumbled and fell onto the couch, a shocked look on his face.

"I impregnated you?!" Sheldon exclaimed at last, scooting over to his spot.

Katie avoided his gaze, nodding slowly.

Sheldon looked over at Penny for confirmation, and Penny said, "Yuupp."

Sheldon blinked, staring down at his hands. "How on earth did this happen?" He spoke more to himself than to the others.

"Well, when the mommy and the daddy fall in love…," Leonard began, forming a circle with his hands and put his index finger in the circle.

"Leonard!" Penny swatted at his hand, and he shrugged, dropping his hands to his sides.

"How long have you known?" Sheldon asked finally after a painful moment of silence.

"Only since this morning," Katie said reassuringly. "Penny told me after I got sick."

Sheldon sighed, then said, "I think we shall keep the infant."

"You think we should keep the baby?" Was he about to suggest that she get an abortion, but then changed his mind at the last moment? Katie suddenly felt angry at herself, but swallowed her pride anyways.

"I wasn't sure what to do," Katie croaked. "Sheldon, I'm so scared."

Leonard tugged at Penny and pulled her into the hallway, and Bernadette followed.

She decided to tell him what she'd been thinking all morning:

"What if I make out to be a bad mother? What if I can't take care of our baby?"

Sheldon's voice was quiet, resigned, as he spoke. "No. You won't be. I'm concerned about myself."

Katie looked up at him, shocked at his words.

"I'm worried that I will fail as a father. I do not know how to raise a child," Sheldon continued, staring into the distance. "I may fail our child."

"Don't you dare say that, Sheldon Cooper!" Katie threw her arms around him. "You'll make a wonderful father."

Sheldon smiled, actually letting himself hug her back. "As you will make a wonderful mother," he returned quietly.

"So, we're both scared," Katie said. "But I can't get worked up. It'll upset the baby."

"What will we call the baby?" Sheldon enquired.

"I haven't thought of a name yet," Katie replied. "What are your suggestions?"

"My middle name is Lee," Sheldon said softly.

"Lee." Katie nodded. "And what if it's a girl?"

"Lea," Sheldon whispered, touching Katie's hand. She smiled and squeezed his hand, rubbing her thumb against his finger.

Names meant everything.

Sheldon Cooper was having a meltdown. All his worries suddenly bottled up, and he panicked, getting out his board, and started writing out string theories. It was the only way he could get himself to relax.

Leonard limped in, tying his jacket around his waist and wincing when it rubbed against his ribs. It had been a week since the attack, and he still forgot that he was injured. "Sheldon, what are you doing?"

"String theories," Sheldon replied, his voice higher than usual. "It may help estimate the length of the pregnancy-"

"Firstly, a baby isn't a string theory," Leonard cut in bitterly, "and secondly, a pregnancy usually lasts 6-9 months."

"69 months?" Sheldon cried, nearly dropping the sharpie.

"No, six-to-nine months," Leonard corrected, carefully enunciating his words. "Calm down. I'm sure everything will be fine. Penny is taking Katie to get checked out tomorrow. You are going, aren't you?"

"Why would I?" Sheldon was genuinely puzzled. "I'm not the one that is impregnated, am I?"

Leonard sighed. "Sheldon," he said. "When a girlfriend or wife is pregnant, the man usually goes with her to get the baby checked out. It's just normal, and good etiquette. Aren't you worried about Katie?"

"Yes, but what about myself?" Sheldon challenged. "I'm worried about it, too."

"Then go!" Leonard plopped down on the couch. He gasped sharp pain erupted down his spine.

"Are you upset, Leonard?" Sheldon asked.

"No," Leonard said wryly. "I'm just a little pissed off that you're not in the least bit worried about your girlfriend. Who, if you haven't noticed, is PREGNANT."

There was an awkward, almost unbearable silence. Then, Sheldon said quietly, "is that what you think? That I'm not worried?"

"What do you think?" Leonard snapped.

"I am incredibly, incredibly concerned," Sheldon said. "She means everything to me."

"Then act like it," Leonard spat, opening a science book and pretending to look at it just so he didn't have to speak to Sheldon.

"I'm sorry," Sheldon murmured.

Leonard glanced up from the book. "I should be apologizing," he said softly. "Look, she's one of my best friends, and I'm worried about her. I understand you are, too. It just...comes out differently, that's all."

"You're right," Sheldon agreed, then started to panic again. "Oh, I honestly don't know what to do! What if he looks like me? Or worse, what if she looks like me?"

"Sheldon, relax," Leonard said tiredly. "Just go do some string theories or something."

Sheldon turned back to the whiteboard, scribbling on it and muttering frantically to himself.

Sheldon Cooper would make quite an interesting father.