Disclaimer: The people I use are made up by someone else; I really don't know who.
Wait a Minute, You're Telling Us What?
Everything was normal at the Dawkins household that evening, well as normal as it ever is, which is, in fact, very abnormal. The youngest, Tommy Dawkins, had spent the last few days trying to figure out how to un-lift perhaps the strangest news, and keep in mind he is a teenage werewolf, he would have onto his parents and brother. His sudden nervous twitchy nature had not gotten pass his parents (It took a public broadcast to get through to his brother.) With great tension hanging in the air, the Dawkins family sat down to dinner.
"So, Tommy how's everything with you a Merton going?" a simple Mommy question. This was enough to push Tommy over the edge.
"What have you heard?" Tommy gripped the table. "It's not true, well maybe it is but where did you hear it? And I can't believe that you would even believe something like and not even hearing it from me. Merton, didn't tell you did he?" Mrs. Dawkins was speechless, whatever had been bothering her son it must be major. Tommy took her silence as a yes, of course. "I can't believe he told; I mean how could he. I guess it's really his business too, but you're my family," and so on. The Dawkins family merely stared confused, except for Dean who was currently watching a re-run of Friends.
"I don't think letting him date that kid was a good idea. He's starting to act like him," Tommy's mom kicked her husband for the comment.
"Ahh…. Tommy, sweetie, what's the matter?"
"What's the matter? Merton's pregnant that's what's the matter!" oh yeah there was going be a meltdown in the Dawkins house. Gasps rang around the table.
"Pregnant," Dean of all people join the conversation, hitting fist against the table. "No, Rachel can't be pregnant," then again maybe not.
"Mom, what am I gonna do?" Mrs. Dawkins hadn't been excepting this conversation for quite a while.
"Wait a minute, your both men, how can Merton be pregnant?" Mr. Dawkins asked with a rather perplexed look on his face.
"Thank you," with that Tommy's head promptly fell onto the table. Mommy Dawkins moved over to her son and began patting him on the head. Suddenly, light went on in her head.
"You and Merton have had sex?" something no child ever wants to talk to their parents about. Tommy went red in the face. A muffled 'yeah' issued from the table.
"Well, Tommy first I'm very disappointed in you. What did you except would happen if you two went around experimenting with adult things?"
"But we're both men!"
"You should listen to your mother," Tommy started searching his pockets for his little brown bag while his mother went on.
"Don't you know about," this next part came as a whisper, "protection?" Tommy shoot back up in fear his mother would start explaining.
"Don't worry I know all about that."
"Then why weren't you using it?" Tommy thought silence would be the best answer. His father decided to break it.
"How far along is Merton anyway?"
"About two months, but the doctor says it looks more like three," Tommy stated, he had at least rehearsed that part in his bedroom.
"He's been pregnant for two months and you haven't told us?" mothers, you leave out the tiniest detail.
"I've only known for three weeks. The crazy foreign doctor's the one making me tell you."
"Foreign doctor?" his father jumped back into the conversation.
"Dr. Frank - in - sten."
"What's wrong with our doctor? You now he delivered both you and your brother."
"Mom's a woman."
"I know," Tommy sat silently, there was something in that 'I know" he couldn't deal with.
"He's the doctor Merton wants. I think its best that he decides," Tommy breathed out when it became apparent this was an acceptable answer. The trio sat as the sounds from the TV filtered from the background. After the commercial break, Mrs. Dawkins turned to her son.
"But even though you made a mistake, you know we'll also support you, if you take your responsibility in this situation. Have you thought about what you and Merton are going to do yet?"
"Well, we're going to finish high school and go to college. After that, I have no idea."
"Tommy, I can't believe this. I mean where are you going to live, you can't have a baby in the dorms. Where are you going to work, do you even know how much diapers cost?" it continued like this. As anyone with a mother knows, after a woman gives birth they acquire a special ability that allows them to rant for hours at their children without taken a single breath, Mrs. Dawkins was no exception. There was even a story about Tommy throwing up on her thesis for her masters in communications that could easily be re-called from any Dawkins family picnic. Finally, there was a short pause for air. Tommy's mother opened her mouth again when Tommy's father cut in.
"Now, dear I think Tommy's had enough for one night," Mrs. Dawkins looked over to her husband as Tommy mouth 'Thank You' over her shoulder.
"I suppose your right. You do realize you've made a Grandmother of me?"
"Sorry," with that Tommy retreated. Dean chose this moment to lean back in his recliner.
"So, what's up with Tommy this time?"
"Merton's pregnant."
"Next thing you know he'll be telling us he's the Pleasantville werewolf."
