Title: Papa Don't Preach
Chapter: Encounter
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (except for parents and siblings) SABAN does.
Summary: MMPR: Tommy and Kimberly finally decided on a baby name.
Authors Notes: The only purpose of the first half of this fic is deciding on a name. There isn't much of a school scene; well there is a school scene. A lot of things in this fic are unrealistic; but it's called fanFICTION, I can do whatever I want (J/K)

~February 14~

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dead Kimberly, Happy birthday to you." Tommy sang. He pulled behind his back a chocolate cake that he had miraculously baked himself. It had seventeen candles on it and one in the very back for one to grow on. In a way she wished her parents were here, especially her dad. He still wasn't talking to her. It pained her to know that the man that used to read her bedtime stories when she was a little girl, the same man who would show up at her competitions with a video camera and a big sign that said 'GO KIMBERLY' and 'THAT'S MY DAUGHTER' had gone mute on her. Her mother was a lot worse. But she wasn't going to waste her seventeenth birthday worrying about him. She was going to have the time of her life, even though she knew her father wanted the opposite.

"Thanks, baby." She stood up and gave her husband a kiss on the cheek. It was around eight o'clock. The daycare closed early and Kim was off, so Kim had time to sit down and relax and they had a little more time to each other. Kim was finishing her second trimester and they finally bought a dining set. Their apartment was complete. Kimberly took in a deep breath then blew out her candles. Tommy clapped and she giggled. She felt like a two year old. A happy two-year-old. Tommy took out a knife and cut the cake.

The rest of the night was quiet. Tommy had fixed her a wonderful, expensive dinner before the cake. 'Anything for my girl.' He had said, and she was grateful. They lay on the couch, watching The Simpsons and relaxed. Every now and then they'd feel a kick and Tommy's face would glow. One special kick reminded Kim of a conversation that they had held off for a while.

"What are we gonna name our baby?" She asked him. He thought for a moment and then the so-called perfect name came into his head.

"If it's a boy, Thomas Patrick Jr." He put a loving smile on his face, hoping she'd like the idea. But from the looks of it, she wasn't having it.

"Tommy, I love you. I love you a lot. But we are not naming our baby after you."

"Well that sucks." He said.

"What if it's a girl?" She asked him.

"PATRICIA!" He said happily.

"Patricia sounds nice. I've always liked Beth or Elizabeth. Maybe Rose." Kim commented.

"What if it's a boy?" He asked.

"Michael, Taylor, Andrew, maybe Patrick…" Tommy interrupted her by putting his hand over her mouth.

"Okay, let me get this straight." Tommy began, "You think Patricia is wonderful, but you're like 'maybe' for Patrick. Do you despise my name?" He turned away from her.

She kissed his arm and said, "I'm sorry.

"You better be." He pouted. She giggled at her husband's behavior.

"How about…Patricia…Elizabeth? Patricia Elizabeth Oliver for a girl." Kim suggested

"Jacqueline Nicole?" Tommy suggested. They sat side-by-side now, thinking hard on what to call their baby. Tommy felt like his head was going to explode.

"For a boy, how about…Robert Ethan…nah…that sounds nasty." Tommy said. Kimberly nodded. This was a lot harder than they thought.

"Lizzie?" Tommy suggested.

"No, I hate Lizzie. How about Reagan or Roxanna. Alexis or Alexa?" He shrugged her shoulders.

"For a boy…Nicholas Dean Oliver?" Kim rolled her eyes.

"I kinda liked Patricia Elizabeth." Tommy said.

"For a boy?" She teased.

"Yeah." He said. He kissed her gently on the lips.

"Matthew Jacob Oliver for a boy." Kim suggested.

"Maurice or Caleb?" Tommy asked.

"Caitlyn or Christina?" Kim suggested.

"Damnit, I don't know." Tommy screamed as he fell to the floor. Kimberly burst out laughing as her husband pretended to cry.

"Does your head hurt?" She asked him. He nodded.

"Come on, let's go to bed." He got up, but only on his hands and knees. As she walked to bed, he crawled behind her.

Kimberly was half awake; Tommy was fast asleep beside her. He had his arm around her waist and his head above hers. She was still thinking of names. She was lost and, like Tommy, she was beginning to get a headache from thinking so much. She really liked the idea of Patricia Elizabeth Oliver. Tommy said he liked it. But what if it was a boy. She never really liked the name Patrick. It reminded her of this boy in her elementary school. She didn't want her son to act like him.

Nicholas Dean was cute. But it sounded a little snobby. She didn't want to have a snobby baby. She always found Caleb cute. She could picture a little boy with dark brown hair named Caleb running around the apartment or sitting in front of the television. She wanted a fun, cool name for her baby. Jessica was pretty was cool, but it was too common. Cara or Mia…Caramia. Faye for a girl and Forrest for a boy would be nice, but he might get teased him for his name. Jacqueline and Jacob, or Daveigh and David. She'd think about it some other time. They had three more months.

Kimberly woke up early the next morning. When she tried to stand up to get out of bed, she failed and toppled back down on the bed.

"OH!" She sighed…loudly. She rubbed her belly and let out another sigh, this time a quieter sigh. Three more months, that's what she kept telling herself. But it seemed like forever. Their baby would be born around last day of school. So everyone would be staring at her large belly and laughing at the way she walked. But the good thing was that she walked into her senior year looking like nothing happened. She was scared she would never lose all the baby fat or that she would never be able to do gymnastics again. She hadn't practiced since she thought she had the flu, but turned out to be morning sickness.

The one thing that she did fear was birth complications. What is something happened to her or the baby during labor. Her and Tommy would be without a baby or Tommy would be left with the baby and she didn't want that. She couldn't picture life without Tommy and she knew Tommy couldn't picture life without her. It was meant to be. She looked over at her husband. He lay on his stomach and his arms crossed above his head. The covers came up to his waist and you could see the hem of his red plaid boxers. He had put a shirt on before he went to bed, but he must of taken it off. It was a little hot. She giggled as his butt rose when he breathed or when it jiggled when he twitched in his sleep. GOD she loved that ass.

She tried again to get up. This time she succeeded. She wobbled as she walked to the kitchen to fix her some breakfast. She felt like she was carrying a basketball between her legs. Her feet hurt all the time and she felt like she needed a brace on her spine. She knew pregnancy was tough, but not this tough. But all in all…she loved being pregnant.

But then there was another fear: SIDS or someone coming in here to harm them or their baby. Sometimes she wondered if her father was crazy enough to do such a thing. She tried her hardest not to think of that. But there were so many things that could go wrong, especially during pregnancy. A tear fell out of her eye and was followed by more. But what about after the baby was born, the baby could stop breathing, the heart could stop, AHHHHHHHH!!!! NO!!! She literally screamed.

It took her by surprise, snapping her from her thoughts. The baby had kicked before but never that hard. She rubbed her stomach gently. It was almost as if s/he was trying to find their own way out. She sat down on the chair and tried to calm her baby down. It was like the baby was communicating with her, telling her to stop thinking those horrible thoughts. Kicking her where it hurt reminding her that s/he is still down there. She knew it was her job to, technically, take care of the baby. She was feeding for two and watching out for three. Never would she have ever thought that her unborn child would watch out for her. She smiled at the thought. It was love at first…kick.

She walked over to the stool and sat down. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Seconds later, Tommy walked into the kitchen half asleep only in his boxers. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he walked towards Kimberly.

"Good Morning." He said groggily.

"Good, Morning, Baby." He walked towards her and placed a light kiss on her forehead. He walked towards the stove and turned it on. He placed a frying pan on one of the eyes and took out some eggs. He was awful quiet, like something was on his mind.

"Sleep well?" She asked.

"Yeah." He replied. "I dreamt a bunch of baby names were chasing me." Kim giggled. He turned around.

"That's not funny," He began, "How would you feel if Caleb in big bold letters was chasing you and hitting you in the back. I'm traumatized for life, Kim." He put his hands over his face and ran towards Kim. Kim put her arms around him as he pretended to cry.

"There, there. It'll be all right, baby." She cooed. He kissed her neck and picked her up.

"TOMMY!!!" She shrieked. He placed her on the couch and went back to cooking. It used to be that both of them would do the cooking, but sometimes she was too tired. It felt nice to have someone go out of his or her way to cook for her. The first time he did, he nearly begged her to let him.

"One or two eggs?" He asked.

"Two." She said. She picked up the remote and turned the TV to the news. She figured she should get dressed for school, but she didn't feel like lifting herself up or going to school for that matter. The stares and loud whispers have gotten worse and Tommy, the way she saw it, was doing a whole lot better. He was ignoring all the name-calling, the rumors. He laughed at most of them. His personal favorite was the one where him and Kim planned to get pregnant so they went to an abandoned warehouse to go do it. When him and Kim found out, they burst out laughing.

"Kim, what time is it?" Kim looked over at the clock.

"Twenty-five minutes to seven." She responded.

"Kim…"
"Yeah…"
"Get your pregnant ass up and take a shower." Kimberly lifted herself up and walked towards their bedroom.

"Yes sir." She teased. That's another thing she loved about their love. The humor, the laughs, and the smiles; though almost every weekday was a trial for the both of them, they always found the best in it. She's tease him about his hair and he'd get on her about her height. Which was good for her, her 'pettiness' didn't make her show as much. It was kind of hard to tell that she was pregnant. For that she was thankful for. The only people that knew were the ones that their friends told, like Ms. Applebee. Kimberly used to be her favorite student. She'd light up whenever she entered the room. Now it was almost as if it pained her to see Kim and Tommy. Aisha and Kimberly used to partners on all selected English assignments and projects, now it was just she and Tommy. The only teacher that was still keen with Kim was her History teacher. He knew about her pregnancy and offered any help. He even gave them names of good obstetricians and birthing classes. They weren't ready for birthing classes just yet, maybe next month.

~Angel Grove High School~

Her locker was on one side of the school, while his was on the other. She hated that. She felt a whole lot better when she could stand next to him, even if it was a couple of minutes. Oh why did they have to move his locker? That's what they did. He found out that morning and they knew why: Bad Sexual Conduct, It seeds a bad message to the rest of the students, oh and the new rule, no married couples with adjacent locker. It pissed her off. Wait…how did they found out they were married? They got eloped, no one knew but her, Tommy, and the judge. Ever hear of privacy? It's a stupid rule anyway, are they going to have sex right there in front of the lockers out in the open or between classes? No. Oh well, he was in five (out of eight) of her classes and she had lunch with him; it didn't matter.

Her class was right across the hall and Tommy was in it with her, so that was good. But it was also their first class, their English class. All of their old friends were in that class too. It had gotten to a point where she forgot that Aisha was in that class. She remembered when she'd catch her staring at her. Three months ago, she wanted break in tears whenever she caught Aisha staring at her. Now she just rolls her eyes. She figured it was the same with Tommy. At first he'd take glances at his old friends, now he never looked at them. Ms. Applebee was another story. She had kids of her own, she knew how it felt to carry a body in your body, and she knew how it felt to walk with a growing body in your body. She'd call Kimberly up to the board numerous times during the period or she'd call her out and accuse her of not paying attention or cheating. Normal teachers pulled you aside and accused you of cheating. Only Ms. Applebee did it in the middle of class. She knew Kimberly wasn't cheating. She had a right to report her to the principle, but the only person that would speak on her behalf was Tommy and no one would believe her husband.

Kimberly had had Ms. Applebee for English since her freshman year. Unfortunately, she taught all four levels of English, so she might get her next year. Hopefully she won't be such a bitch next year. Maybe she won't get her next year. Angel Grove High's population was small and they only needed three English teachers so she had a 1 in 3 chance. That's not a lot…is it?

She sat in front of Tommy like she always had. A lot of changes had been made between the two. They had to deal with locker changes and seating arrangements in all but two of their classes. The one thing they were afraid of was a schedule change. They tried not to think negatively, especially Kim. It was almost as if their baby could read her mind and when he/she did, it hurt. A lot of things raced through her mind at that moment; baby names, expenses, labor, Tommy, her teacher. She wished she had another brain so she could think of all these things at once. Her breathing increased. She started to get a little nervous and worried and she didn't know why. Maybe it was Ms Applebee who was sitting at her desk or the biggest gossip in school was sitting diagonal from her, she didn't know what. She felt one of those bitchy hormone episodes coming on and she hated it. She cried cause dinner was late, she cried when the mail was late, she cried when it took her forever to do her homework. Crying was her new hobby. Then there were times when she was just a…bitch. She'd scream at Tommy for getting home five minutes late or for moving too much when he slept. She didn't know how he put up with her, but he did. She reminded herself to make a note to thank him when this is all over. Wait…this will never be over. They're stuck with this child until college. This is the beginning of a new chapter in their relationship. No, it's a sequel. High School Lovers and High School Family. Beautiful isn't it?

She jumped. She felt two strong hands on her shoulder that began to slowly massage her.

"Beautiful, you ok?" Tommy asked. He must have noticed her breathing a little too hard. She rested her hand on one of his and took in a deep breath. She began to breath normally.

"I'm fine. I just have a lot of stuff on my mind." She said.

"Yeah, me too."

~Lunch Time~

"Have you thought of anymore names?" Kimberly asked before taking a bite of her bologna sandwich. Tommy looked up at her. He finished chewing before answering her.

"Weren't you listening to me when I told you about my dream?" He asked. "The name Caleb, in bold, was chasing me and hitting me in the back. I think we should name our baby Caleb, my dream said so." She burst out laughing.

"God, I love you. I'm serious."

"No, not really. I mean, I've thought about some that we mentioned last night, but nothing new." He said. He took another bite of his sandwich.

"What did you like?" She asked.

"I really liked Patricia Elizabeth Oliver…"

"Call her Beth for short?" Kim asked.

He nodded and smiled. "Yeah. I also liked Nicholas, but I didn't like the middle name Dean." He said.

"What do you think?" She asked him.

"Nicholas Michael Oliver or…Nicholas CALEB Oliver." Kimberly giggled.

"Caleb Michael Oliver. How about David, I've always liked David?" She suggested.

"David Jonathan Oliver. David Caleb Oliver. David Michael Oliver. David William?" He said.

"David Skyler. Oliver. For a girl Skye Nicole Oliver." He suggested. He tossed his sandwich bag in the trashcan and pulled a green apple out of his brown paper bag.

"Not Nicole. Everyone I knows name is Nicole. But I do like David Skyler Oliver."

"How about we settle on this," He began. "Patricia Elizabeth Oliver if it's a girl and David Skyler Oliver if it's a boy?" He asked.

"You know, I don't like Skyler anymore." Kim said. Tommy nodded in agreement.

David…Preston? David…Andrew? Yeah. No. David…Kyle?" Kim suggested.

"I like David Oliver. I wanna keep that, but I want a middle name." They spent several minutes eating and thinking. Kimberly could hear the snickers going on at the other table, the popular table. At first it bothered her. But now…she giggled back.

"I GOT IT!!! Courtland. David Courtland Oliver." He screamed.

"Courtland? Isn't that your kid sister's friend? The one who's mute?" Kimberly asked.

"I love that kid, he's hilarious."

"Then it's settled…Patricia Elizabeth and David Courtland." "Alright." They shook on it. Then they kissed on it.

~The 'Oliver' Residence~

Kim was washing dishes while Tommy was doing the worst chore of all: paying bills. Now he knew why his father was 'not to be disturbed' when he paid their bills. He had an electric bill, a cable bill, a water bill, blah, blah, blah, and the usual, groceries and rent. Speaking of rent, the landlord should be coming by any minute now. God, he hated that lady. She was so grouchy and rude. She made Tommy feel very comfortable. He swore he saw her watching them while they were having sex a few months back. Kimberly called her 'The Watch Dog sent by their parents'. She did. Whenever they left for school or work, she was sitting by her window with her needle and thread in hand. Creepy.

"Done." Tommy said. He sealed the last envelope. He put the envelopes by the table by the door and went to the couch.

"Me too." They didn't talk much the rest of the night. Tommy turned on the TV and relaxed on the couch and Kimberly did the same on the other end of the couch. Tommy began tickling Kim's hips with is toes.

"Stop…it…Tommy." She said between giggles. She took one of her legs and rested them between his legs. Then she started tickling him with her toes; the one spot she knew (she could reach) where he was ticklish. He was too busy laughing to concentrate on torturing her. He started fidgeting. Soon enough, he was hollering.

"OKAY!!!! I'll be a good boy." She finally stopped and turned back towards the TV.

Kim wore only a pink tank top and short shorts. Tommy wore his favorite around-the-house outfit: boxers and socks. Kim loved that outfit. He was her blanket when it got cold, her sense of security. He looked so cute lying there. She moved from spot on the couch and lay next to him. He turned around so he was lying on his back and he pulled her on top of him. She stoked his firm chest and played with his erogenous nipples. He twitched under her. He put his hand over hers and closed his eyes.

"What do we have to do tomorrow?" Tommy asked.

"Groceries." She said. Tommy sighed. Then he groaned. Then he sighed again.

He yawned and said, "Have fun."

"Have fun?"

"Yeah."
"Oh no, mister. You're comin' with me."

"I don't like shopping." He whined, "Shopping's for girls." He pouted. She smacked him on his arm, got up from her comfortable spot, and headed towards the bathroom. He ran after and grabbed hold of her leg

"Please don't make me go?" He begged. She burst out laughing. Her husband was lying on the floor with his hands around her calf.

"Tommy…"

"Yeah." He looked up at her with those puppy dog eyes.

"You're going." He stood up and stomped his way towards their bedroom. Before stepping into the room he looked at her and stuck his tongue at her.

~FOOD LION~

"Can we get this cereal?" Tommy held up a box of Lucky Charms. He had a childish grin on his face. She tolled her eyes and nodded.

"Oh goody." He said.

"Hold onto the buggy, Tommy." She teased.

"Yes mommy." He put his left hand on the buggy and put his right thumb in his mouth. She burst out laughing. She hated grocery shopping at first. It was the first time she had ever really done it for herself. She didn't know what to buy, how much to buy, and how much money she had. Her mom or dad had always done the grocery shopping. She would stay home and either do her homework or watch TV. One time she was so paranoid, she bought three boxes of cereal and two packs of hamburger meat. Then she bought those and went home. Finally her and Tommy came up with a plan and it's worked for four months now.

"What else do we need?" He asked her, with his tongue still in his mouth. She pulled the thumb out of his mouth and wiped his face free of spit.

"We need some beans and carrots. I think it's the next aisle." She pointed to the carrots as they entered the next aisle. It was on the top shelf and she didn't feel like stretching to get it. She took her attention off of him and began pushing the buggy forward. What she saw turned her smile upside down. She wanted to cry right then and there. 'Why now' she said to herself. They spotted her and Tommy too. The man's face grimaced at the sight of her. The woman looked away. She tapped Tommy on his shoulder.

"Yeah." He looked over and there they were: his in-laws.

"Hey mom, hey dad." She said, softly. Her father looked at her with this cold look in his eyes. Never had she seen him look like that. She wanted throw up, right then and there; regurgitate all the sadness and pity out of her heart and hopefully make things new again. But when her father made up his mind, he stuck to it like glue. Maybe that's why he resented Tommy so much, besides the obvious. The first time he met Tommy, he had had a bad feeling about him. He called him a hoodlum, a cheat, and a scoundrel. He said he wasn't worth Kimberly's time and she should date 'Blake'. She hated that asshole. He had never met Tommy and she didn't want him to. Kim's father never took the time to get to know Tommy, and he never would. Shame.

He could have sworn he heard a growl come out of his mouth. Was it at him or at Kim? Did it matter? The man who hated him more than the devil himself was standing in front of him. And why? Because he impregnated his then sixteen-year-old daughter. Could he blame him? No. But why take it out on Kim? The one thing he hated in the world was to see Kim cry. He knew Kim looked up to her father. He was her hero. But her hero had disowned her like some punked out movie star being begged for an autograph. He walked passed his buggy and passed Kim. Mrs. Hart was right behind him with the buggy. She didn't even look at Kim as she walked by. Tommy watched her turn the corner. Then he turned back towards Kim, she was on the other side of the aisle.

He was so glad to be back home. The ride home was a silent one and he didn't think he could take the awkwardness any longer. He expected tears to shed, but none. Maybe Kimberly had gotten the better of her hormones, he didn't know. He carried most of the groceries up the stairs to their second floor apartment. She only carried two. By the time he had gotten them all up to the apartment, she was almost finished putting them up. He decided to help her with what was left and then they could watch some TV. She held a carton of orange juice in her hand. As soon as she put it in the fridge, she broke down and cried. She slid down to the floor and buried her head in her hands. Tommy kneeled next to her and began to stroke her hair. She looked up at him, her eyes full of tears.

"Is he gonna hate me forever?" She asked him. The tears began to fall more rapidly now. And the cause of sadness: the thought of her father hating her forever, the thought that he may never ever see his grandchild.

"He'll come around eventually, baby, you'll see." He assured her. And he was sure of it. He would come around. One day, he'll look into his grandchild's eyes and he'll come around. She stood up and fell into Tommy's arms. Tommy held her in a soothing embrace and rocked back and forth.

"Don't worry about them, Kim. Watch, in two months, you'll be the best mother in Angel Grove." He said with a loving smile. She looked up at him, the tears had slowed down and she had a smile on her face, too. She stood on her tiptoes and gave him a kiss.

"Look, you go rest, I'll finish the groceries and dinner." Kimberly went into the living room, plopped on the couch, and turned on the TV, but she was too into thought to concentrate on the TV. She kept thinking to herself 'Where will I find a better man? Who has a better man?' She knew she was right, no one in this world could be a better or husband or a father than Tommy. She could see it in his eyes and his heart. He was made for the job. She was so excited about the next two months. She would be a mother and they would be a happy family. Yeah, she'd loose sleep, but she didn't care. All that mattered to her was Tommy and her unborn child.

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WEEEELLLL!!!! Was it good? Bad? Okay? R&R please