Title: Papa Don't Preach
Chapter: Us Against the World
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Do I have to say??? All characters except siblings belong to SABAN
Summary: MMPR: After finding out the Kim is Eight Weeks into term, they go searching for an apartment.
Authors Notes: I'm changing a whole bunch of shit, ok. They're sixteen and this takes place at the beginning of the school year. I'm not going, day by day. I'll skip a month or two. Each chapter has a central theme or point. Oh yeah, and they start school in August.

She stretched her arm over his hard belly and onto his waist. She nuzzled her face in on his right arm as he typed. She was bothering him with that and she knew it. She knew what made him smile, what made him laugh, what made him angry, and what got on his nerves. Touching his arm in anyway while hey typed got on his nerves. He lifted his arm slightly trying to push her off, but she wouldn't budge. She giggled as he tried to push her off her chair.

"Tommy, stop." She whispered. He kept trying to push her off the chair. A big smile appeared on his face as she grabbed his arm.

"No, you stop." He teased. She finally fell of her chair, but before she hit the floor, Tommy grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back up. He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in for a kiss. She gladly returned it. Kim decided to stop teasing him and plopped on his bed. She starred at him amazement. A vivacious teenager was looking for a home for his pregnant girlfriend. She could see the fatherly figure in him. She can picture him holding a baby boy or girl and saying 'Shhh, it's okay.' She can picture him cooking dinner or making lunch and walking him or her to the bus stop. He's ready to fulfill the responsibilities of parenthood and he doesn't mind showing it. Especially since it gets on his fathers nerves. He hadn't had a conversation with his father since they left the Hart house two days ago. There had been hellos and goodbyes, nothing more. Kimberly's father hadn't spoke to her at all. He had avoided her as best he could and he was getting good at it. When she came in the room, he looked away, when she sat down for dinner, he got up. Her mother wasn't talking to her. That was it. It didn't matter to her that much, as long as she had Tommy by her side.

"I found a few things." He finally said. She woke up from her daydream and gave him her full attention. 'Please let this be it.' It felt like they had been looking forever. Tommy skipped school yesterday so they could start looking. They only had a week to do it. They traveled to four different complexes in Angel Grove. The trouble was they had to stay within the school zone.

"What did you find?"

"Some stuff by the lake and some behind the school." He said. "Wanna check it out." She took a deep breath and held out her hand. He took and pulled her up.

Kimberly couldn't take her mind of the look that Mrs. Oliver gave her. It was a cold, evil look. It didn't surprise her at all that she didn't like her. She turned her sixteen-year-old son into a father. The Olivers had never been comfortable with Tommy dating Kim. It wasn't like the Harts with Tommy, who didn't like him at all, it was just dissatisfaction. They thought Tommy could do better that her, but Tommy thought the opposite. He felt she was perfect. Kim's parents, on the other hand, thought Tommy was equivalent to Satan or Isaac from Children of the Corn. Joy Hart thought he looked rough. She didn't like his long hair or his thick muscular body. She felt the perfect guy for Kim was some one with a muscular build, but not bulky. He has to have SHORT light brown hair and around Tommy's height. Kim's father said Tommy was a son-of-a-bitch and he knew this day would come. She could remember a particular conversation between the two.

"Kim, where are you off to?" Mr. Hart asked. Her father was sitting at the kitchen table paying bills and her mother was washing the dishes. Kim came down the stairs dressed in Tommy's favorite low-rise black pants and a tight red tank top. Her hair hung loosely across her shoulders and she smelled like Victoria Secret. Her mother looked at her attire and snarled.

"Where are you going looking like that?" She asked her daughter.

"To the Blink 182 concert with Tommy." She told her.

"Looking like that?" Her father said standing up.

"Yeah. I'll be back by midnight." She told them. She sat on the couch and turned on the TV, waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up. Her father walked in the living room and crossed his arms. His daughter was growing into a little lady. He didn't like that. She was fifteen then. Her and Tommy were getting closer by the minute.

"Why don't you get a new boyfriend?" He asked.

"What?" Kim said, diverting her attention from the TV.

"A new boyfriend, you can do a whole lot better than this Tommy fellow." He said. This is when Drew Hart started to show his true color.

"I lo…like Tommy." This also took place after they confessed their love to each other.

"You can do better than him, Kim. A whole lot better than him actually." He said. "Look at him Kim. He's six foot three with hair longer than yours. He looks like he could break you in half." Kim wanted to cry. She thought he liked Tommy.

"Sweetie, why don't you go on a date with Blake?" Blake was the egotistical monster a.k.a, her mom's best friend's kid. He had had a crush on Kimberly since they were in eighth grade.

"I don't like Blake, mom, I like Tommy." Kimberly said. Her father looked away and shook his head in shame. He turned around to say something but then…SAVED BY THE BELL

"That's Tommy, I gotta go, see you guys later." She rushed out the door, slamming it behind her.

"Let's go to the ones behind the school." Kimberly looked like she was in some sort of trance. She didn't think her thoughts were that deep.

"Kim."

"HUH!" She looked over at him. He was laughing. She playfully slapped his arm and put her attention on the road.

"What I was saying, while you were in neverland, was that we could go by the ones behind the school first. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes it's fine with me."

"We're not living there." Kim said as they walked out of the building. She had a disgusted look on her face. She had never seen so many bugs in her life.

He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close. "I'm with ya babe."

"Our only chance is the apartments by the lake." She reminded him. He nodded then took a deep breath.

He lifted his hand to caress her face and said gently, "Everything will be fine," he began, "You'll see. We have till next week." She turned around and started to cry, 'Maybe we should consider adoption.' She thought. But she didn't want to give this baby up. She wanted to raise Tommy's baby. It's something she had been dreaming of since she was fourteen-years-old. This meant a lot to her.

"Let's go to the lake." She said. 'This will work.'

~ANGEL GROVE LAKE APARTMENTS~

They walked in the visitor center looking for the landlord. Kimberly sat down, feeling a little nauseas. Tommy turned around to look to see Kimberly with her hand over her stomach. He smiled.

A voice from out of now where frightened him "Can I help you?" It said. He turned around to see a smiling blond. She looked sophisticated, mature and older than Tommy and Kim. He had a good feeling about this.

"Uhh, yeah. We're here about an apartment. A two bed room apartment." He clarified. She smiled again and nodded.

"Wonderful, follow me." Kimberly stood up and followed behind the blond and Tommy. She seemed nice. She had a good feeling about this.

"By the way I'm Stephanie Rogers, we have two two-bed room apartments open." She began, "One on a second floor and one on the first floor. Which would you like to check out first?" Tommy looked at Kim who shrugged her shoulders.

"The first floor one, please." He said politely. She smiled and nodded. Tommy took Kimberly's hand and they walked behind her. They walked around the pool and towards a set of apartments. It was a gorgeous pool that went to about ten feet. The shrubbery on the side was beautiful. It gave the complex a homey touch. She felt comfortable there.

"Here is our first floor apartment." The two stepped inside it was astounding. As soon as you walked in, you had the living room on the left and the kitchen and dining room on the right.

"Straight ahead are the two bedrooms." Kimberly walked towards them, forgetting to get a better look at the kitchen and living room. The master was huge, big enough to put a queen size bed in it. The master bath had a water closet. So she could do her make-up and Tommy could use the bathroom at the same time. 'Cool' There was a separate shower and a Jacuzzi style bathtub. It was awful small, so she figured that Tommy would use the shower. The closets were small, but it had enough space to put hers and Tommy's things. She walked out of the master and into the second room. It was like a regular sized bedroom, perfect for a newborn baby. In her mind she was already setting up the room, where she would put the crib, the baby swing, the dresser, the rocking chair, everything. She HAD to have the rocking chair. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She placed her hand on it and smiled.

"You like it?" Tommy asked.

"I love it."

"The second floor that we have is set up just like this, but it's father away from the pool." Stephanie said. Tommy looked at Kim. He loved the apartment; he had enough money for rent and if he combined his money with Kim's they'd have enough for new furniture. They wouldn't be able to get everything right away though.

"I think I'd feel safer on the second floor one." Kim said.

"We want the second floor one." Tommy said to Stephanie.

"Good, come with me to sign some papers. How soon will you be able to move in?" Stephanie asked.

"Tomorrow or Monday." Kim told her. Stephanie nodded and smiled.

~EIGHT WEEKS LATER~

Change is good. The only thing that doesn't change is change. Tommy and Kimberly could tell you that from experience. They still didn't have all their furniture, Both Kim and Tommy were working two jobs, and Kim had completed the first trimester. She was four months pregnant and happy. She could see the hump on her former flat stomach and she could feel a little movement, but not much. At first they were upset about being parents-to-be but now their glad because it's brought them closer together. Tommy loves being able to watch over Kim, being the head of he house, and, most importantly, he loves being able to sleep next to her every night. Kim loves and hates being pregnant. She hates the mood swings and the sore feet. The morning sickness has disappeared. She loves being able to feel the growing baby. She loves it when her and Tommy watch TV together and he'll put his hand over her stomach. He seemed excited to her, very happy that in five months he would be a daddy. He hates shopping, but the other day when she wanted to go shopping for baby furniture, he begged her to let him come. Their parents, on the other hand, aren't so happy. Tommy rarely gets a word out of his father. His mother talks to him sometimes. Once, Kim's mom gave her the 'cold shoulder' for three weeks. Her father isn't talking to her at all. He never thought they would find an apartment so quick. He wanted so desperately to see the baby live with another family and they wouldn't hear from him or her until they he or she was eighteen. She misses him a lot.

Kimberly isn't the shopoholic she used to be. Now it's just grocery shopping, furniture shopping, and shopping for around the house appliances. They didn't have enough money for CDs, or anything like that. Kimberly brought her stereo; Tommy bought his TV and VCR. Kimberly also brought her TV with her. Their little apart was complete. All they needed was a dinning table.

As for the baby, they had the crib and dressers and a diapers (a whole bunch), and blankets. The room itself wasn't set up. Tommy planned on doing the painting in about a month or two. He already had an idea planned out. He hadn't talked to Kim about it because it was a surprise.

"Hey Kim." Tommy said over his cell phone. Yes. He still had his cell phone.

"Hey, baby," She said desolately. She rubbed over her belly and leaned against the sink. She had a rag over her shoulder and bunny slippers on her feet. She was comfortable from head to toe.

"What's up?" He asked her. He passed the school and towards their apartment complex. He had just finished working out at the Youth Center. He tried to keep in shape as best he could. He had work every afternoon on weekdays, worked all day on Saturday, and worked half a day on Sunday. He was happy it was free membership for those who went to Angel Grove High.

"Tommy…when are we gonna tell our friends we're gonna have a baby?" She asked him. YES it's true. They haven't broken the news to their best friends. Even though Kim changed her wardrobe slightly, no one said anything. She and Tommy never talked about breaking the news to their friends. Kim knew she had to tell Aisha at some point. That was her best friend. She felt like she was lying to her.

"You still haven't told Aisha?" Tommy said

"You still haven't told Rocky?" Kim backfired. Tommy took a deep and let it go. He too was scared of the

reactions on his friends face. But then again, Rocky was better than Jason. He had known Jason a whole lot longer than Rocky. Jason had been there for Tommy when no one else was and vice versa. That was his true best friend. It's no that Rocky wasn't his best friend, he was, it's just that…well…he didn't know. All he knew it would be a whole lot easier to tell him than Jason. He figured it would be the same way with Kimberly towards Aisha. She had known Trini, her best friend of all time, since they were little. Your best friend is usually the person you tell first, not two months later. Either way, they had to tell them sooner or later.

"Tommy, we have to tell them." She told him. He couldn't argue with her.

"Tomorrow. I promise." He vowed.

~NEXT DAY~

Kimberly stood next to her locker in a pink t-shirt and shorts. She always waited for Aisha here. Here she would tell her. But what if she took it the bad. Then she'd have to deal with the ugly looks all day. I have to tell her, I have to tell her, she kept telling herself. She could remember the many times they went to the mall together. Going through every store, talking about their boyfriends, and buying a big pretzel for them to share. Cinnamon. It was always cinnamon. That was Aisha's favorite and Kimberly's second favorite. Their favorite store was Wet Seal. They had all the best clothes and all the clothes that Tommy loved on Kim; tiny skirts and tight shirts Tommy's favorite outfit on her was a red belly shirt and a faded blue jean skirt. "Here she comes." She said. She threw her thoughts aside and focused on the moment ahead. Aisha had on a smile worth a million bucks. It made Kim smile.

"Hey girl, what's up?" Aisha said giving her friend a hug.

"Hey, we need to talk." Kim started. Aisha gave her a confused look.

"Okay, about what? Aisha asked. Kim led her outside, by the cars. She took in a deep breath and turned around towards her best friend.

"What is it, girl?" Aisha asked.

'Well, now or never.' "Aisha, I'm pregnant." 'Whew, that felt good. Why is she looking at me like that?' Aisha stared at her blankly. She looked like she was about to cry.

"Who…how far along?" She felt like her mother was standing in front of her.

"Tommy and four months." She explained.

"And you're just now finding out?" Aisha asked her.

"No, I've known for two months now." Kimberly said. Aisha turned away from her. Kimberly looked down, trying to hide her tears.

"I'm your best friend Kim, why didn't you tell me about it earlier. If you had, I would be a little keener about this. How does Tommy feel about this, does he know? What about your parents? How do they feel about this?" She asked.

"He's fine, I guess. We have an apartment together by the lake. My mom isn't to cool about it and my dad stopped talking to me."

"Serves you right." Aisha screamed. Kim took a step back. 'How could she say that?'

"How can you say that?" Kim asked her.

"It's very simple, Kimberly. Figure it out." She walked away, back into the school. Kimberly watched her walk down the hall and turn the corner.

"Well, Ms. Kimberly Hart…that went well." She said to herself as she walked back into the room. She opted to follow Aisha, but her next class was in the opposite direction. As she walked to her class, flashes of what the baby might look like flashed through her mind. She had all sorts of picture. Dark hair like Tommy's or light brown hair like her's. Eye color was also an issue. His sister, Mattie, had blue eyes and Rick, her big brother, had blue eyes. She hopped the baby looked like Tommy. Then there was the boy or girl subject. She thought it might be best to find out early so they could buy the right baby clothes and Tommy could have better options on what to paint the room. But, she also wanted it to be a surprise. But it didn't matter, she just wanted healthy. 'We're going to be parents.' She told herself. Aisha's outburst finally helped her to come to the realization. She had a warm feeling inside. She didn't know if it was the baby or her excitement, but either way, she liked the feeling. With or without their friends support, they would be good parents.

He knew they would be angry with him, but not this angry with him. They laughed in his face, screamed at him, called him names: whore, bastard, asshole. He hoped Kim had better luck with Aisha than he had with Billy, Rocky, and Adam. They all dissed him; angry with him because they waited so long to tell them and, most importantly, he impregnated Kim. During Biology, he tossed Kim a note asking her to meet him outside during lunch. It had only been a couple of hours and he already missed his best friends. He leaned back and thought of the many fun times he and his friends had had. Him and Jason met during a karate match, between the two of them, and the tied. That's also where he met Kim for the first time. They'd play football and basketball on the court and they'd pick on Bulk and Scull together (whatever happened to those two?).

"Hey Tommy." He turned around to see her walking down the steps. She looked upset. "Damn" he uttered. He had hoped for the best, but got the worst.

"Did you tell Aisha?" He asked. Without saying a word, she answered him. She nodded.

"How did it go?"

"How did it go for you?" She asked him. 'Why did he ask?'

"Bad for you too huh?" He asked.

"Yeah," She said as she sat down next to him. "I think I lost my best friend." A lone tear fell from her cheek. Tommy put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him.

"Things will get better. Eventually, they'll come around, you'll see." He said. He pulled her closer. Suddenly a river of tears poured like a waterfall. She rested her head on his chest and let it go.

"I don't wanna lose my best friend, Tommy. I figured she'd support me. Tommy didn't answer her. He rested his head on hers and they sat there.

Dinner was quiet in the Oliver/Hart household. The only thing moving were their forks. The only thing Tommy said to Kim when he got home from work was 'hello'. Kim didn't seem to mind. She just waved. Both were depressed and Angry, at least Tommy was. He wished he had never said anything to Rocky. As soon as he walked into the dojo, he heard snickering from some of the students. Even the parents were snickering. He heard one of the moms say 'How could he do that to the poor girl.' He thought to himself, 'What poor girl?' then it hit him. 'They're talking about Kim…ROCKY!' Rocky was the only one of his 'friends' that worked at the dojo. 'Oh boy.' He said to himself.

"Oliver, get in here." His boss yelled. He set his bag down and walked towards his office. He was a big man. Not fat, but tall. He was about 6'5'' and a little over two hundred pounds. Tommy was a little intimidated by him.

"Yes sir."

"I should fire you."

"What??" Tommy shouted. His breathing increased along with his pulse. He couldn't lose his job; him and Kim would be screwed if they did.

"My wife had our first child when we were sixteen too. I stuck by her. I cannot stand a man who abandons his pregnant teenage girlfriend. I don't want that kind of influence on the paying customers."

"Mr. Kelvin, my girlfriend is at our apartment. Her job starts in about an hour. We're both working two jobs to support the both of our baby and us. She's the love of my life, I'm not gonna leave her." Tommy explained. Mr. Kelvin raised an eyebrow to him. He took a deep breath and wrote something on a piece of paper.

"Okay. But if I hear otherwise, you're out of here." Tommy nodded and walked out the door. Tommy hated Rocky now. He knew Rocky was mad, but not mad enough to try and ruin it for him, Kimberly, and their unborn child. He lost a best friend.

"I almost lost my job today." He said. She lifted her head up, her food nearly falling out of her mouth. She swallowed it and wiped the excess food off her lips.

"What? How?" She asked, nearly panicking.

"Rocky told everyone that you're pregnant and told them that I abandoned you. My boss found out and it turns out he thought teenagers abandoning their pregnant girlfriends was a bad influence on the students. I explained to him what really was going on and he said if he hears otherwise I'm gone." He said. He picked up his fork and continued eating.

"That son-of-a-bitch." Kim said. Tommy lifted his head. She had heard Kim call Rocky, crazy, stupid, idiot, and all other sorts of names but nothing as vulgar as that. Rocky was her buddy (was). They had played SO many practical jokes on Aisha it wasn't funny. There was one time when Billy had built them a life-size remote control rat and they put it in her purse. But that seemed to be over. It made Kim wonder though. If Rocky had the nerve to say what he said…what would Aisha say?

~NEXT AFTERNOON~

Kimberly slammed the door behind her, nearly hitting Tommy on the head. Today had been the bitchiest day she had ever had. People were staring at her and talking behind her back. Nobody thought the most popular couple at Angel Grove High School would be expecting a baby. Everyone took advantage of the situation to make them miserable. Tommy threatened to beat up a boy for following and teasing her. She wanted to kill Aisha. She also wanted to kill Tommy for getting her pregnant. Tommy walked into the apartment and locked the door.

"This is all your fault." She sobbed. He turned around with a surprised look on his face. He took his jacket off and put it in the closet.

"My fault? How?" He asked her.

"If you hadn't of gotten me pregnant, we wouldn't be going through this." She said as she walked back to their bedroom. He followed close behind her, stunned as hell.

"Don't go blaming this on me, this is just as much my fault as it is yours." Tommy reminded her. She started to cry.

"It was your cock in my pussy. YOU HAD CONTROL OF THE SITUATION." She screamed.

"Well, I forgive you for giving me the 'okay'. If it's such a problem, why didn't you tell me NO!!!" He yelled. She looked at him and said nothing. She had never been so angry and frustrated in her life; and it wasn't Tommy she was angry with. It was all those other people who betrayed her and Tommy: their parents and their former best friends. He was right, she should have said no. But if she said no, he might of thought she was kidding.

She walked up to him and into his face and said, "If I had said no, would you've believed me?" He never thought of that. He didn't want to admit she was right; he was on a roll. He looked at her in astonishment. She had this evil smile on her face that said, 'You know I'm right and I know I'm right.'

He put a sheepish smile on his face. "That's not the point, Kim." She giggled. "The point is, I'm all you got and you're all I got." That put a serious look on her face.

"Are parents aren't going to be here for us, our friends aren't going to be here for us, your brother is…somewhere, and my sister can't read yet, so it's just me, you, and the baby." He told her. She turned away from him. The tears stopped and she felt a little bit better knowing that Tommy was still in this with her. Sometimes she just wanted to tell him to leave her and forget about it. She didn't want to keep him behind, ruin his life. Yet, she had never had the guts to tell him that.

"I don't wanna go through all that shit again, Tommy," She began. "I couldn't concentrate on my work in English. Ms. Applebee kept staring at me. Aisha was looking at me funny. Everybody was snickering and talking about me, saying all this mean shit." She sat down on the couch and covered her face.

He sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulder. "That's what they want Kim, for us to give up. Just ignore them Kim. Eventually, they'll stop. I'm not giving up, and neither are you." He ordered.

She saluted him and said, "Yes sir." He smiled and gave her a kiss.

~TWO MONTHS LATER~

Tommy and Kimberly walked hand in hand down the school hallway, belly full and everything. She felt like she was having twins. Her feet were sore and she back ached. Her appetite, in her opinion, was phenomenal. One day, she had had a craving for chocolate ice cream and she couldn't find it because Tommy had hid it. Selfish son-of-a-bitch, she called him. It was the middle of February, their sixth month. Three more months and they'd be parents. She remembered their Christmas. Though it wasn't the Christmas that she was used to, it was the best she had ever had. Not only was she with her boyfriend, but also Tommy proposed to her. They were married two days later. They didn't mention it to the school, knowing it would cause more criticism. She walked into her English classroom and sat down. She rested her head on her desk and stared at the ring on her finger. It was small, but beautiful. She fell more in love with that man.

Tommy felt complete. He was married and expecting a baby. Sometimes, the fact that he had just turned seventeen, escapes his mind. He enjoys placing his hand over her belly and felling that slight thump. It made him feel proud that there was life inside of there. Sometimes, just to annoy Kimberly, he'd talked to her belly or put the radio next to her. She'd slap him on the arm and say, "You'll give the baby hearing loss."

"Hello, Ms. Hart. Hello, Mr. Oliver." Ms. Applebee said. Ms. Applebee used to be so happy when they walked in the door. Now she was disgusted. To her surprise, Kimberly's average was still the same as was Tommy's. She figured that it would drop for both of them, but it didn't. It made Ms. Applebee angry because she was wrong.

"Hello, Ms. Applebee." They said in unison. Kimberly tried to ignore Ms. Applebee's bitterness like she had the rest of the assholes in school. The criticism had died down and they hadn't spoken to their old friends since they told them two months ago. Aisha had found a new friend as well as Rocky, Adam, and Billy. Tommy made new friends at his job at the dojo and Kimberly had met a few nice people at the gym where she worked, but nothing permanent.

"Did you two do your homework?" She asked. They nodded and sat down. Tommy sat behind Kimberly. He leaned up and tapped her on her shoulder.

"Do you think the rest of the school year will be like this?" He asked her.

"I hope not.' She replied. They thought that of all people who would be reasonable, it would be a teacher. But in truth, Ms. Applebee was no better than anyone else. Numerous times, she had slammed their papers on their desk, made fun of Tommy or made Kimberly walk up and down the hall, knowing her feet hurt. They thought about telling the principal, but they didn't want to bring more attention to themselves. So they kept quiet.


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I know this one sucks, but I'm trying my hardest here. OKAY!!!!!!! I'll be working on the next chapter, until then, R&R please.