Man with Money

~Im sorry about never trusting u. Im sorry for always hurting ur feelings. Im sorry i cant be who u want me to be. Im sorry i cant be perfect. Im sorry for our past experiences. Im sorry im not ur dream girl. What im trying to get through is that im sorry im not good enough to be with u.~

"Steven, I need to talk to you," I said, entering the Forman basement. Eric and Fez were there with him, and all three of them turned to look at me.

"Uhh...sure," Hyde said.

"Where's Donna?" Eric asked me.

"What? I, uh, I dunno. I think she and Jackie are trying to break their parents up or something," I said and then turned to Hyde. "Steven?"

"I'm right here. Talk," he said, his eyes flickering from me to the TV.

"Privately," I insisted, holding out my hand and pointing towards his room with the other one.

He sighed. "Okay. Later, guys." Hyde took my hand and I led him to his room, and shut the door. "What's so important? The six-million dollar man was on."

"Steven...do you remember how we broke up in the first place because of our future?" I started, trying to ease into this, holding both his hands in mine.

"Yeah..." he replied, slowly. "Where are you going with this, Sarah?" I stared at the ground, sighing, and trying to control my emotions, and my tears.

"Umm..."

"Sarah, what's wrong?" Hyde asked, concerned.

I whipped my head up to look at him and blurted out, "Steven, I'm pregnant." Hyde looked confused, shocked, and scared all in a matter of seconds.

"You're...what? How could...I can't believe...what! This can't be happening."

"Well it is!" I cried. "And this is your fault just as much as mine!" I swallowed the lump in my throat and blinked away tears. "I know you wanted to slow down with our future, but this was an accident, Steven! And if you want to leave me because I'm pregnant then...I can't stop you."

Hyde suddenly looked furious. "Sarah...! I'm not going to leave you, especially now that you're pregnant! How could you think that?"

"I-I don't know," I whispered. "I'm just scared."

His voice lowered, too. "I'm not like that, Sarah, I promise. I'm not like fucking Bud."

"I know," I murmured, crying now. Hyde wrapped me into his arms and was squeezing the life out of me in a massive bear hug while I cried into his chest. Then he said something that surprised me:

"Maybe this isn't a bad thing." I lifted my tear-streaked face up to look at him. I backed away and lifted up my shirt and then put his hands on my temporarily flat stomach.

"This is our baby."