Next week was when I'm going to find out the gender of my baby. I was excited and so was Jackie. She betted it was a girl, but Michael really wanted a boy. Steven acted like he didn't care, but I knew he was curious. I didn't mind what the gender was and hoped the baby was still healthy.

Michael went with me to my ultrasound appointment and I had to lay down on the patient's table. We waited for the doctor to show up which felt like it was forever because I desperately want to know what we are having right now. My patience was wearing thin.

"I hope our baby won't look ugly, but that'll be impossible because he or she will have my good looks." Michael bragged, but I felt left out.

"What will our child get from me?"

He looked clueless. "Your curly hair or Hyde's grumpy attitude, I don't know. Jackie said she loves the name Melissa for a girl which is cool cause that's an Allman Brothers song. And she also loves the name, Diana, like the Princess of Wales. I wonder how many whales does she have?"

I laughed at his lovable stupidity, but then made a face at those names. Did not approve. "Eh, they sound too girly," I used to love the name Julia when I would fantasize my children with Eric, but I changed my mind about that since I wasn't having his baby like I dreamt. It felt wrong to use it. "What about Brooke?"

"Can't," He shook his head. "I was with a girl named Brooke once."

"If we're going to cancel out all girl names that you've dated or had flings with, then you know that'll be a novel and we can't do that." I set down the rule.

"Fine! Then let's do boys!" He argued. "Michael!"

"For the last time no!"

"Now you're just being way too picky!"

I groaned, huffing out a sigh of frustration.

Finally, the doctor returned and politely greeted us ready to start the examination. He put this gel substance onto my belly when I lifted up my patient gown. It was cold to the touch making me wince. Then he used the doppler to move it around onto my belly and we could see what he was doing on the ultrasound monitor. He pointed the baby out to us and that's when I saw him or her.

"Do you want to know the sex of your baby?" The doctor asked looking at us.

"Yes!" We both eagerly answered. Unable to contain our excitement.

He kindly smiled. "You're having a boy. Congratulations."

I was going to have a boy. A son. My son.

Wave of emotions was hitting me all at once and I felt the tears forming and I knew there was some in Michael's eyes, too.

We got to keep the baby pictures and was able to have some copies for us. Michael and I absorbed and relished the fact that we were having a little baby boy.

After we had that private moment to ourselves, we went to the Formans to give the happy announcement. On the way, we bickered about who got to tell the guys first. Michael made some good points, but I still believe it should be me since I was the one who was carrying my son.

That sounded so weird and surreal to say now.

When we walked down the few stairs and opened the basement door, Michael was the one to burst in first and proudly yelled. "WE'RE HAVING A BOY!"

There was surprised and shocking faces and gasps from them. But I felt betrayed because I thought we decided it was going to be me to make the announcement.

"I thought I was going to tell them!" I exclaimed being annoyed with him.

"Looks like I beat you to it!" He chuckled looking smug.

We got a lot of congratulations and hugs from all of them. I noticed Steven hugged me the tightest and longest. He was trying not to get too emotional.

"Congrats, sis." He said close to my ear.

"Thanks." I smiled back to him.

Then he gave me a kiss on my cheek and stood by his girlfriend, clearing his throat.

"Oh my god - St-Steven, are-are you crying?" Jackie was shocked as she looked at him and had her hand on her heart being touched.

Naturally, we all looked at Steven then who tried to remain strong and emotionless like always. He was wearing his dark shades, but I saw right through them.

"No! I just have something in my eye!" Steven lied even though I clearly heard him sniffle. He looked at all of us. "Shut up!" Then he turned around to return to his white chair, but I noticed how he had not so subtly wiped his eyes.

"We have a picture of him. Want to see?" I asked everyone and they were extremely excited.

Like the proud mother I was, I showed off my baby's sonogram picture and gave it to Jackie so she could pass it around. Michael stood with the group as they surrounded behind her.

"See that?" He pointed at the picture.

"Kelso, that's his little wiener." Fez said, making a face as if he wondered why Michael would point that out.

"I know," He proudly grinned. "My son got that from me."

It was late passed midnight and I start to feel kicking in my stomach and I knew it was my baby. I felt it before, but not as strong as this. I smiled to myself and rubbed my belly that was getting big. I felt self conscious and insecure about it, but I tried to shake it off to enjoy it more. I can't believe my baby kicked for the first time and I was twenty four weeks pregnant.

Michael touched my belly to feel the baby kick too when it was the next day. I was happy when our son kicked for him and he made a smile that stretched from ear to ear. Jackie felt it too, but of course, Steven didn't because he thought that'd be too weird.

One morning, I knew I shouldn't have eaten that fifth chocolate chip pancake Kitty made, but it tasted so good and felt so right at the time that I couldn't resist. Now, I regret it as I vomited my breakfast into the toilet.

I hate this morning sickness.

It shouldn't even be called that anyway. I don't get sick in the mornings only. It should be called 'daily sickness'. After I puked everything from what I ate not only at breakfast, but last night's dinner, I think I'm finally done. I flushed the toilet for the final time and got up to brush my teeth more than once to get rid of the putrid smell and taste from my mouth.

This pregnancy stuff was also really hard. I'm twenty five weeks and it was getting difficult to find a comfortable position to sleep. And my body was aching too and I didn't like how my breasts was getting bigger, but Michael didn't seem to have a problem with that. It was just a lot of changes my body was going through and I had to adjust to them.

When I was done, I just collapsed onto my bed feeling drained. I felt like I had puked all of my insides out. My eyes drifted close to nap for a while and I didn't know how long I slept when I got up. I looked around for the guys and saw they were outside with an utterly gorgeous and older blonde woman. She must be Jackie's mother, Pamela Burkhart. Jackie must be pissed to have Pam back since she abandoned her for three months.

No matter what Pam's reason was, I couldn't imagine leaving my son like that and I never would.

I walked outside to meet her and the rest of them.

"Oh, and you must be Steven's sister, Rachel!" Pam said in delight. "I remember you. You made my Jackie eat bugs when you two were kids."

I remembered that funny memory. I got her back for how she forced me to play dress up with her. "Yeah, I did." I chuckled.

"And you just look absolutely glowing!"

Glowing? I definitely didn't feel like it...

"I'm pretty sure I vomited everything I ate from this week." I dryly told her making the others grossed out.

"Oh, I remember those days," She said fondly. "All I wanted was margaritas, but as you know, you can't have those during a pregnancy. However, there was nothing wrong with taking a few occasional, little sips of Sauvignon Blanc to cheer you up as if you were normal again."

Edna smoked during her pregnancy with Steven and I. I didn't want to corrupt my baby so early in the womb with any kind of alcohol or drugs.

I was too speechless to respond to her and Jackie was glaring at Pam for her 'advice' to me.

"Miss. Burkhart!" That loud shout could only belong to Michael.

Him and Fez was running and halted in front of Pam. Of course, those two thought she was hot.

"I thought I saw gorgeous, flowing hair on bronze shoulders, and I wasn't near a mirror so I knew it had to be you." Michael flirted with Pam making her feel flattered.

"And I just, uh, run where Kelso runs." Fez said lamely.

"Mom, why are you back?" Jackie demanded with her arms crossed.

"It got rainy in Cabo, so I hoped on a plane." Pam answered.

"Wish I was a plane. Then she could hop on me," Fez had not so subtly made a sexual innuendo. "And by hop on me, I mean..."

"Yeah, yeah, we got it, Fez." Steven interrupted.

"Wait, let me guess. 'Rainy in Cabo' is Spanish for 'my rich pilot boyfriend ran out of money.'" Jackie figured.

"Don't be silly. I don't know any Spanish," Pam said. "Except for 'gracias amas tequila'. I just missed you."

"Well, I didn't miss you." Her daughter said coldly and stomped away to Donna's house. I felt bad her and I wouldn't take Pam back either.

"And there's the stomp and cry. See you guys tomorrow." Steven went for Jackie to Donna's leaving me with the guys and Pam.

I couldn't believe the guys was still ogling at Jackie's mother.

"Miss. Burkhart, I know you and Jackie are working through some difficult stuff, but may I just say, nice tan?" Michael complimented and I roll my eyes.

"Oh my god, Michael..." I muttered, shaking my head.

"What?" He asked me. "It wouldn't hurt if you got some sun on ya." I gave him a look for that. We're in Wisconsin and it's still winter; there's snow on the ground!

"Yeah, it really makes everything pop." Eric said to Pam referring to her tan.

"Yeah, I'm popping a little right now." Fez smirked and we all just stared at him.

After the guys stopped drooling over Pamela Burkhart, I hung out in Michael's bedroom. I was only ever in here a few times, and now as his girlfriend, I was in here a lot more often.

I could tell there was something off about him because of how quiet he was.

"Michael, are you okay?" I asked him. "You're just very quiet and that's unusual for you."

"I'm fine..." He said unconvincingly as he read a comic book.

I knew tomorrow would be a big day for him so maybe that's on his mind. "Are you nervous about going to the Police Academy tomorrow?"

He turned to me as we sat on his bed. "I know this sounds stupid, but...what if I won't make any friends? There are some guys my age, but there's also a lot who are older than me."

"I'm sure you'll do fine, Michael," I comforted him. "There will be others who will like you and you'll make new friends. Don't worry about the ones who don't like you, okay?"

Michael looked in doubt for a second, but said. "Okay."

"Is being a cop what you really want to do?" I asked to be sure.

"Yeah. I never thought about being anything else."

"Then just go to the academy and do what you love," Then I added to be safe. "By that, I mean don't use a flare gun."

"Believe me, I won't." He assured with a cute and little amused smile.

"Don't piss off Officer Kennedy either." I felt like I was a mother already by listing off the things my child shouldn't do to not get into trouble on his first day at school.

"Yeah, he's a pretty serious and tough guy. You don't want to mess with him."

I smiled at Michael and it'll be different when he'll go to the Police Academy. "I'm really going to miss you."

"I'll miss you, too," He kissed me. "Another thing that sucks is that you and I are doing so well right now and I don't want to screw it up by leaving you alone-"

"You'll only screw it up if you're here, not when you're away," He considered that for a moment. "And you're going to come back and I'll be right here waiting for you," I put my hand on my huge belly and grabbed his hand to place it on top of mine. "We'll be right here waiting for you."

Michael kissed me again, but it turned into a make out session. We laid on the bed and he was on top of me. He angled himself a little to not be in the baby bump's way.

Suddenly, the door opened and Eric, Steven, and Fez walked in interrupting our intimate moment. Michael turned on his back to see them and we both sat up straight.

"Kelso, you leave for the Police Academy tomorrow," Steven said. "Shouldn't you be packing gasoline and matches so you can burn that one down, too? Instead of having your tongue down my sister's throat?"

"Hey, she put her tongue down to my throat!" Michael accused pointing his finger at me.

"Oh, please..." I muttered, rolling my eyes. Since the guys were here, I should leave them alone so they can do...whatever. I looked at Michael. "I'll see you tonight before you leave?"

"Okay." He replied and I gave him one last kiss before I left his house.

What I've heard from Donna, Jackie was still upset and angry with her mother's return and that she was dating Bob. Yes, as in Bob Pinciotti, Donna's father. I liked when he dated Joanne more, but they broke up. Bob being with Pam was totally weird and wrong on so many levels. Obviously, Pam was a gold digger, but Bob didn't mind to be used like that.

I didn't think there was anything Donna or Jackie could do about their parents dating each other. Bob and Pam was adults and they had a right to be in a relationship together. Even though it was really bizarre.

In the Formans kitchen, I was eating a green apple. Only I loved them for some reason over the standard red apples. I decided to eat light for today since my stomach acted up earlier this morning. And I definitely did not want to go through that again. Then I went to Donna's house where her and Jackie was in their bedroom.

"Rachel, you have to agree that my Mom dating Bob is weird, right?" Jackie demanded. "And that they should break up?"

"It is weird that they're together, but they are adults," I shrugged, unsure of what the right thing to say was. "They can date whoever they want-"

"Ugh! I knew I shouldn't have talked to you!" Jackie scoffed and continues to read her magazine.

"What? You think they should break up?" Donna asked being offended. "My Dad isn't good enough for your skanky Mom?"

Jackie made a scandalized gasp and pointed at her. "You take that back, lumberjack!"

"Make me, small fry!"

They looked like they were about to fight and I was in the middle of it. Yay me. I had to break them up and stood in the middle of them with my arms out to stop the two girls.

"Okay, enough! I know this is really hard for the both of you, but you just have to suck it up, okay? Because I highly doubt that you can change your parents' minds. Like I said before, Bob and Pam are both adults and they have the right to date who they want to and-" I hissed in a breath when I felt the familiar and awful tight cramping in my abdomen area and put my hand on belly. It was one of those damn Braxton Hicks contractions again.

"Rachel, are you okay?" Donna asked with worry and concern.

"Yeah, you've been acting a lot bitchier now that you're pregnant." Jackie snapped, but I just ignored her while Donna gave her a look.

"I'm fine, Donna," I made sure to emphasize her name since she was the only one who cared. "It's just a Braxton Hicks contraction."

"Well...I guess you're right what you said before," Donna said. "I just wish they were with someone else and not each other."

"I wish my Mom was back in Cabo." Jackie grumbled.

After dinner at the Formans, I went to Michael's house to say goodbye to him. The guys would take him to the Police Academy. As much as I wanted to go with them, I thought that should be a guy thing. So, that's why I would be giving him a goodbye when we're alone with each other.

"Do you need help with packing?" I asked him and sat on his bed with my hand on my stomach. I noticed I've been doing that a lot lately.

"No. I'll be doing that later," Michael sat next to me. "Why aren't you coming with the guys?"

"I figured that should be a guy's thing. I can give you my own personal goodbye." My arms wrapped around his neck and I slowly left kisses on that area.

"I think I have an idea what you really want." Michael smirked and he had gingerly laid me down to make love.

After we're satisfied and panting, this time felt different. Maybe it's because he was leaving...

"I'll miss this." I felt myself cuddling up closer to him and he put his arms around me. Before, he wasn't that much of a cuddler and he would just leave and I won't care, but now, he stays and cuddles, and maybe that's because of the baby.

"Me, too," He said softly. I heard myself sniffling and didn't realize I was crying until Michael pointed it out. "Hey, what are the tears for?"

"Oh, you know, it's just these damn, stupid hormones making me emotional." I cried and wiped them away with my hands.

"Why?"

"You're leaving..." I frowned.

"But I'll still visit and I'll come back," He assured me. "And you won't be alone. You'll have Hyde and the rest of the guys," There was a smile creeping onto his face and sounded enticing. "When I'll come back, it'll be like I'm a whole new different man! After you have the baby, we can try out the handcuffs in bed. Always wanted to do that!"

I chuckled, shaking my head at his dirty fantasies. "You're crazy..."

"But you love me for that."

"I do."

We deeply kissed each other.

Weeks later, I'm thirty weeks pregnant and felt like a balloon.

Thankfully, the morning sickness had died down a while back. All would've been well if it weren't for every bodily aches imaginable, horrible indigestion among other issues, and it felt like I was carrying a soccer player. Kitty also made me eat more fiber. Which meant more broccoli. I tried beans, but hated them. Also, I've been experiencing the Braxton Hicks lately.

Good news was I've been keeping up with my doctor's appointments and everything went smoothly and the baby was healthy.

I was downstairs with Steven and Fez as I sat on the couch.

"So, Fez and I are going to visit Kelso at the academy. Want to come with us?" Steven offered.

"Yeah, I miss him. It's not the same around here. I wonder how he's doing?"

"Well, the Police Academy building is still standing so I'm sure he's doing just fine." He replied.

"Okay, okay, okay," Eric panicked and was breathing heavily as he entered the basement. "Something happened, and, uh, I think it's safe to say that it was certainly in the area of horrific. Like war...or when my Mom sings, 'do you think I'm sexy?' while she vacuums."

"What happened?" Fez asked.

"Yeah, Eric. Your breathing sounds like you ran a marathon." I was also confused.

"Rachel, you might want to leave cause this is a guy issue and-"

"Oh, no! I just got down from those god forsaken stairs. I'm not going back up there again," I refused. It was getting harder for me to always walk back up and down the stairs. "Too much strenuous activity."

"Hmmm, you want Rachel to leave which means this better be really damn good." Steven grinned always being the lover of enjoying someone else's pain and embarrassment.

"Well, we all know that as a young man in the prime of his life, I have some needs," Eric began explaining as he went down to sit on the lawn chair.

"Amen, brother!" Fez agreed and I just rolled my eyes.

"Wait a minute. This is the prime of your life?" Steven asked in disbelief. "You live at home with your Mommy and you have to wear a name tag at work."

"Anyway, uh...today at the house of the woman that I love...that I give love to on occasions, but ever since we got back together, she wanted us to take it slow...and slow was just not cutting it out for me. I had some needs that I felt it necessary to take care of right then and there."

"In her house? Why don't you do it at the bus station like the other degenerates?" Steven suggested.

"Or you could just, I don't know, lock the freakin' door!" I hissed.

"It's - I - you know, I don't know," Eric stammered. "There I was. There the bathroom was. It was like two trains passing the night."

"That's beautiful." Fez complimented.

"You know, it kind was," Eric agreed. "And then Donna walked in."

"Oh, my god!" Steven and I exclaimed in shock as Fez also yelled. "She didn't!"

"Poor Donna-" I pitied.

"What? Poor Donna?! Poor me!" Eric yelled.

"I can't believe we're gonna visit Kelso at the Police Academy this weekend," Steven was disappointed. "We're gonna miss the best part, when he makes the whole thing worse."

"How could I make this worse?"

"I don't know. Man, it seems impossible, but you always find a way. You're like the little engine who could of screwing yourself."

"You know what? This is Donna's fault! Because she wants us to start a new leaf, go slow, don't rush bull crap! You guys have no idea how hard it's been to have no sex at all. Except maybe you might, Rachel, because of being pregnant."

"You can still have sex while pregnant, you know?" I informed. "I mean, it's kinda hard and awkward with the bump in the way and having a lot of pillows, but Michael and I make it work-"

"Okay, okay, I don't need to hear anymore of that!" Steven got disgusted.

"Fez, how about you?" He looked at him. "Please, don't go into extreme details."

"I'm married to Laurie, of course we do it!" Fez shook his head as if what Eric said was ridiculous.

"Great! So, everyone can get some except for me! Perfect!" Eric flipped out. "Seriously, you guys, what do I do now?"

"I say you gotta pull a Nixon," Steven advised. "Deny, deny, deny."

Steven was the one who drove Fez and I to the Police Academy. We looked around and saw that mostly every guy in there looked the same. Had the same short haircut and the same prostitute mustache.

"Wooo, man, look at these jokers," Steven observed. "Can't believe this is who Kelso hangs out with now. If he doesn't dunk one of these heads in a toilet bowl, I'm buying him a skirt."

Fez and I laughed at his joke.

"Fellas," Michael said opening the door and we all looked at the new him. He looked like another clone of them with a mustache and everything.

I really loved the new look on Michael, but was torn because that's not the real him.

"Michael?" I was shocked as I approached him. It was like staring at a totally different person.

He approached straight to me first and put his hands onto my waist. His eyes met mine.

"Hello, my beautiful mother of my child," He greeted pleasantly and gave me a long and sweet my lips. It was nice, but felt a bit hairy cause of his new 'stache that he got going on. "How is our future soccer player doing in there?" His hand lovingly rubbed my belly.

"He's doing fine. You, on the other hand, look different."

I just couldn't wrap my head around this new Michael. Who definitely did not look like this when I last saw him.

"Different in a good way or bad way?"

"I don't know yet." I was confused.

"It's good to see you boys." Michael looked at them and had his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

"What the hell is that?" Steven asked. Neither he or Fez could believe this new version of Michael Kelso.

"Oh, the 'stache," He touched it. "Yeah, it's coming in nice, huh?"

"That's why they call the fuzz 'the fuzz'. They're covered in fuzz." Steven cringed.

"Like someone threw paint on the Mona Lisa," We all gave a look to Fez. "Oh, please, Michael Kelso is a masterpiece. You know it. I know it."

"Yeah, about that, I'm going by 'Mike' now," He let go of me and walked to the other side of us acting...serious and straight forward. "It's my cop name."

"But we call you 'Kelso'." Fez pointed out.

"Yeah, well, I'm gonna have to ask you to call me Mike! As far as the 'stache goes, I like it. Makes me look like an authority figure."

"Makes you look like a porn star." Steven said and I sniggered because it was true.

"Either way..."

"Cadet Mike," His officer called, approaching to him.

Michael instantly stood at attention.

"Officer Kennedy, this is my girlfriend and the mother of my child, Rachel. Remember she's having a boy."

Officer Kennedy looked at me and greeted politely. "Hello, miss. Nice to meet you. Congratulations about having a son."

"Uh...thank you...sir." I replied. Not going to lie, it was intimidating to be with him.

"You know my friends Hyde and Fez." Kelso introduced them.

"Yeah, I remember," Officer Kennedy glared at them. "But it seems to me their names were trouble and maker."

"'Trouble' and 'maker'. That's clever." Steven said appreciatively.

"I think it's funny. They put us together and we're troublemakers." Fez smiled.

"Shut up," Officer Kennedy ordered. "I hope these two delinquents don't interfere with the progress you've been making here, Mike." He glanced at Michael.

"No, sir! Not at all, sir!"

"Well, we'll see. I'll have my eye on you..." He warned and looked at all of us. Even me. "On all of you." His voice went deep which gave me chills.

"He's a good man," Michael said once he left.

"A scary man." I shuddered and he put his arm around my shoulders again.

"Alright, you're really starting to creep me out," Steven said. "Help me grab the beer out of the car. I'm gonna drink until that mustache turns into a caterpillar and crawls away."

"Sorry, no can do. I got K.P. in the A.M. and P.T. in the P.M." Michael said that gibberish to us.

"Well, I don't know what any of that means, but I came here to drink beer and play with guns, dammit." Fez smiled.

"Sorry, buddy, but we got lights out at twenty two hundsky, so I'm gonna have to ask you to move along to the barricades ASAP."

"Did you just call me a sap?" Fez asked being offended.

"'ASAP' as soon as possible. We shouldn't drink anyway in front of the pregnant lady here. Bad for the baby."

"Michael, that's for smoking and I won't care if you guys drink. Sure, I miss it and miss being in the Circle, but you can do those things-" I was saying, but he interrupted me.

"No, I won't do any of those things, Rachel. I'm a new and mature man. A Cadet and I tend to act like one."

"Well, you're a sap right now." Fez was about to attack him until Steven held him back.

They went out to get the beer, but I stayed with Michael. Or I guess I should call him Cadet Mike. God, that sounded so weird.

"So...Cadet Mike, huh?" I said to test his new title. It was strange and foreign.

"Yes, that's correct."

"You like it here?"

"It grown on me. Officer Kennedy whipped me up into shape and now look at me," He gloated, but was still serious. "Do you like the improved me?"

"I liked the old Michael a lot better than this...this brainwashed version-"

"Hey! I am not brainwashed! I got trained!" He corrected and I just rolled my eyes.

"But I do like this new Michael, too-"

"That's Cadet Mike."

I sighed in annoyance because he was getting on my nerves. "Cadet Mike." I gritted my teeth.

Later, Michael (Cadet Mike, I should say) showed us his room which reminded me of a college dorm room. It had a single bed with a couple of pillows and a nightstand and there was drawers.

Steven and Fez drank their beers, and surprisingly, Michael didn't have one. Neither did I sadly because I was, you know, pregnant. Steven did plan to have a Circle, but didn't since I was there. Man, I really miss doing all of the stuff I used to do with them. Can't wait for this pregnancy to be over with. But in a weird way, I didn't want it to end. I love bonding with my baby and having him inside my womb where he was safe and protected. I loved feeling his little (and sometimes hard) kicks and other movements he made. I was loving my son more than anything.

Michael and I really should think of a name for our him.

"This afternoon a cadet named Terry hit on me," Fez complained frowning. "And it makes me nervous when men with guns like me."

"Fez, Cadet Terry is a woman," Steven told him then smirked. "I know because I saw her putting cover up on her chin hair."

That made Fez feel a little better and he perked up at that. "Well, then, hello there, Cadet Terry."

"Ahhh, Cadet Terry," Michael said fondly. "She beat my ass in the physical fitness test where we had to run a one point five mile, but I'm still convinced that the others guys made me trip on purpose."

"You know, we should really think of a name for the baby. We still never did that." I reminded him.

"How about a strong boy name?" Michael suggested.

"Like Fez?" He asked hopefully.

"No!" We rejected together and so did.

"Pick a name that doesn't suck." He said.

"How about...David?" I asked.

"No. There's a guy named David here and he always call me Lil Mikey." Michael grumbled with a pouting frown.

"You can name the kid Lennon after John from the Beatles," Steven suggested. "That'll be cool for a name."

That really was interesting and different. Unusual. "It is cool. I like it," I looked at my boyfriend. "What do you think?"

He made a face. "Sounds too much like lemon...how about something classy like Bartholomew?"

"No!" Steven, Fez, and I rejected.

I racked in my head for more name ideas. I decided to give one more try and if no one liked it, I'm officially giving up. "Matthew."

The three boys looked like they're thinking about it.

"Yeah, but Matthew what?" Michael wondered.

That's when I thought of the perfect name for my son. I felt myself beaming with excitement. "Matthew Steven Kelso."

"You're going to give him my name?" Michael was stunned, but I knew he was also touched. "Even though we're not married?"

"Yes, of course," I answered like that should've been obvious. I looked at my brother for his opinion. "What do you think?"

Steven was definitely trying to be zen right now, but that act was fading when he got emotional and was honored. "I love it, sis. Thank you."

Fez was the only one who's openly crying and sniffling. "This is so beautiful! I promised myself I wouldn't cry!"

Author's Note: I know the show had Kelso's baby be a girl, but I changed it to a boy to be different. I knew why they gave him a girl, but I still changed my mind about that. He could still want to change for his son, too. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review! :)