Once they were both finally dry, each one of them felt different things. I'm sure you're wondering what these different things were, so I'll tell you.

Morgan was feeling lucky. How many girls in the world had a fiancée that had been in love with one girl, but fell in love with another one instead? She also felt loved. If Cory hadn't loved her that much, he wouldn't have come back to get her.

Cory was feeling torn. Either he breaks Topanga's heart or break Morgan's. Part of him said that Topanga he'd loved for all his life, and he thought he owed it to her to at least give her an explanation. But there was no explanation except he loved Morgan. But a bigger part of him said that Topanga had broken his heart, and it's only fair for him to move on. Plus, the world wasn't fair; Topanga would just have to learn that.

Angela was feeling fulfilled. She had pushed Morgan and Cory right into each other's hearts. She had no idea that they had kissed like that only a few other times, so she felt that this was very good.

Shawn was feeling mixed up. His best friend was suddenly falling in love with another girl, and getting re-married. This was different for him, and he suddenly felt like nothing else in the world would be the same. But we'll get to his story later.

Topanga, however, was feeling broken-hearted and confused. She had been so sure that Cory would take her back. She thought Morgan had left for good when they had met each other at the dress show. She thought Morgan wouldn't dare mess with Cory if she had a chance of showing up again. But oh, had Topanga been wrong. And the kiss that she had just witnessed hurt her even more. There was no way that she would ever be able to live like this. It was impossible. However, Topanga wasn't thinking suicide. She was thinking revenge, major. There had got to be a way to get Cory to love her. This wasn't Topanga; the real Topanga usually wasn't as jealous. But these were special circumstances, not only had she had her husband torn away from her, he was getting re-married.

Needless to say, Morgan and Angela were really the only ones who were feeling remotely happy.

Morgan wasn't in the living room like most of them, were, though. She was looking through her studio (the at-home one).

"Guys, a big part of me has been lost." She exclaimed.

"Me too," Topanga murmured.

"I mean, how could this have happened?" Morgan asked. She flopped down on the couch next to Cory, very upset.

"I don't know," Topanga said.

"I was so sure of it!"

"We all are in the beginning."

"Who knew?"

"I'm sure that, though, if you look deep inside of you, the person that really knows is you."

"Topanga, what are you talking about? I'm talking about my dresses! They're missing! Someone took them!"

This woke everyone up. Everyone knew that Morgan's dresses were special, unique, and full of talent, and that if someone had them, it would have had have been stolen.

"What? I was talking about - never mind," Topanga said, feeling stupid. She was sure her face was red, sure of it!

"Topanga, you don't know where they are, do you?" Morgan asked frantically. Everyone was scurrying around the apartment - which was pretty big - looking for the dresses.

"No," Topanga lied. Actually, she did. She had stolen them as an attempt to get Morgan back.

"But...but...but...I worked so hard on them!" Morgan whined. She was so mad. How could she have been so careless?

"It's okay, it really is, I mean, you still have the designs, right? You can just make new ones." Cory assured her.

"No, I can't! Everytime you make a dress of the same design it always turns out different. It takes you a ton of tries to get them right! There were thirty dresses! I worked for months on them!" Morgan complained.

Thirty dresses...Months of working on them...the thoughts echoed in Topanga's head. She decided to be the hero in this, and possibly have Cory love her again.

"I'll go check outside in case someone hid them there," Topanga said. It didn't make much sense, but no one noticed. Shawn and Angela were looking everywhere, and Cory was still comforting and caressing Morgan.

"HERE THEY ARE!" Topanga yelled. Morgan rushed outside. "Oh, my Gosh! There they are! How'd you find them?" Morgan asked. "How'd you know what they looked like, anyway?"

"I...I kind of stole them..." Topanga suggested. "Yeah, right, seriously," Angela said, laughing. Suddenly, everyone was laughing. They didn't believe her! She had gotten off the hook!

"Come on. Let's forget about it and go out to dinner or something," Shawn suggested. He was feeling better now. "No, I don't feel like eating," Morgan replied. "What are you talking about, Morgan, you've hardly eaten anything at all!" Cory explained.

"No, I've eaten some things," Morgan replied defensively. Angela raised an eyebrow. She suspected something.

"Like...other things," Morgan said. "Oh," Cory and Shawn said in unison. But Angela wasn't so sure.

"You know what? I'm going to...I'm going to go change," Morgan suggested. "And I'll help her pick out what to wear!" Angela said, suggesting a hint of needed help.

They went into Morgan's room. Angela sat down on Morgan's bed while Morgan picked out jeans and a pink snake-print top.

"Did you make that?" Angela asked. "Yes, I did, see?" Morgan said, showing her the tag. "Veritaz!" It said.

"Cool," Angela replied. "Ah! I cannot get these jeans buttoned!" Morgan said desperately.

"They're just jeans," Angela said, laughing. "You can't have possibly gained any weight, you eat like a bird."

"Well, gee, thanks!" Morgan said. "Yes! I got it. Come on, let's go, I'm sure the guys are wondering where we are."

"Morgan, have you ever thought of the fact that...you may be pregnant?" Angela asked. Morgan laughed and raised an eyebrow.

"Girl, please. Let's be real here." Morgan said, and she grabbed her purse. "Come on."

Angela wasn't as convinced. Still, she followed Morgan reluctantly. What could she do?

At the restaurant, Angela seemed to be the only one who noticed Morgan didn't eat any of her food, and only sipped her water. It wasn't normal, even though Morgan DID eat like a bird, usually she ate more than that.

"Umm...I have to...bathroom?" Angela said, grabbing Morgan's wrist and nodding her head towards the ladies' room. Morgan, catching the hint, nodded too and got up, following her.

The ladies' room was filled with people, so Angela did the only thing she could think of. "Ladies, I think the mayonnaise on the hot dog I had earlier today was bad, so I hope to be excused for any discomfort I may cause you. And, if you have any perfume, I'd spray it now."

Everyone ushered out immediately, totally grossed out, until Morgan and Angela were the only ones in there.

"You watch That's So Raven too, huh?" Morgan asked. "Only when there's nothing on," Angela agreed. "Listen, Morgan, you know what I said earlier about you being pregnant? I was being serious."

"No, way, Angela. You've got to be nuts." Morgan told her.

"Right. Listen. You couldn't button your jeans; you have no interest in food. Actually I remember you saying earlier that the thought of food made you sick."

"The thought of food does make you sick. Did it ever occur to you that I could be anorexic?" Morgan hissed.

"No, because, you don't gain weight when you're anorexic. You lose it. Now listen, Morgan. When we get back, I want you to come into my apartment. We'll make up something so that Shawn will stay with Cory. I have an error-proof pregnancy test there. We'll see whose right and whose wrong then."

Angela smiled an "I know it" smile and walked out. Morgan shivered. She was kind of scared to know. What if Angela was right?

But Morgan knew better. She couldn't possibly be that irresponsible. Could she? She headed back to her seat, uneasy.

Every now and then, Angela would kick Morgan, as a reminder. Morgan wasn't sure why, but Angela knew better...Morgan had dazed off again into her thoughts and Cory, Topanga, and Shawn were starting to question her behavior.

Morgan didn't eat through appetizer, dinner, or desserts and no one except Angela was really sure why.

Angela had smartly suggested that they finish dinner off with a movie, so Topanga, Cory, and Shawn had all filed into Cory and Morgan's apartment. Morgan wasn't really paying attention after that, but...she did know that suddenly, she walked out of the bathroom.

It was blue.

"Whoa. You're already in your second trimester and you didn't even realize it. Wow." Angela said, surprised.

"We are not telling anyone about this, okay?" Morgan said.

"But you two are getting married."

"Well. Yes. But that's not the point." Morgan said, defeated.

"Listen, I just think...but hey. You do what you want. Who am I to say?" Angela said.

"We won't tell him until after we're married."

"But come on! You'll probably have the baby before you two are married, because seeming as Topanga's here...things might complicate just a bit." Angela saw Morgan's murderous glaze. "Just a bit!"

"Listen, Angela. I'll tell him when I want to. Okay? By the way, we'll have to go shopping for maternity clothes."

"Ooh! Morgan Mendoza, shopping? Have I ever heard that before?" Angela said, surprised. Usually, Morgan didn't shop she made her own.

"Yes, I am going shopping. After years, it's about time I started. I don't even own a credit card, really. I guess I'll have to apply for one. I won't have any time for designing once the baby comes." Morgan said, sighing.

"This is really amazing. It's a miracle." Angela said wistfully. "You are so lucky. Are you excited?"

They started walking back to Cory and Morgan's apartment. "No, more like scared. I mean, we can't afford a baby."

"Sure you can. And I'll be there every step of the way." Angela said.

"Hey, Morgan," Cory said, making them both stop straight in their tracks.

"Except for, right now." Angela said, whizzing off in the opposite direction. Great, Morgan thought. I'm going to have to face Cory all by myself now.