A/N: Sorry it's so short! There will be more, though, so don't worry!
While all of this was exciting to Angela, Morgan wasn't enjoying it that much. Everytime Cory came near her, her pulse quickened and she could feel herself getting nervous. It was too much for her.
But how could she tell him?
After awhile, though, it got easier. They started planning the wedding. Still, she was pretty scared. She was starting to show, and, if she didn't tell him soon he'd probably guess it.
She decided one day that this wasn't the real Morgan. Morgan wasn't scared of anything - she was pretty fearless. Except for a car crash dream, she had no weaknesses and could withstand anything.
But she couldn't just blurt it out. Not spontaneously like that. Even though she was a spontaneous person.
"Cory..." she said one morning. Angela and Shawn and Topanga were in their apartment, and Angela was supposed to help her.
"Cory...I...I'm pregnant," she said suddenly. Angela smiled, Shawn and Topanga and Cory gasped.
The silence was deafening. Angela was just proud of her friend for just coming out and saying it. "Wow." Was all Cory could say.
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They went to the doctor to see and sure enough, she was five months and two weeks pregnant. They were both very happy, but then, problems arose.
"Maybe it's another reason to get married," Cory suggested.
"There are lots of good reasons to do stuff, but it's not always the right solution," Morgan told him.
"Well, maybe this one is." Cory replied.
"Maybe it is," Morgan told him, "but I highly, highly doubt it."
He smiled at her. "Okay! Okay! I give in! It is!" she said.
"So, no matter what Topanga says, we will get married?" he asked her.
"Yeah," she said after hesitation. "Yeah."
It was a beautiful wedding, except for the fact that it rained. According to Angela, it was supposedly bad luck, but Morgan didn't care. She loved rain, and so far it hadn't been bad luck, so she didn't see the point in complaining about it.
Topanga didn't even mind. Surprisingly enough, she was happy for both Cory and Morgan - that they'd finally found each other and they were so right for each other.
However, Angela and Morgan were still trying to find out the mysteries. "How could you have been in your second trimester and you didn't even realize it? I mean, didn't you get sick?" Angela asked.
"No," Morgan said truthfully. "I really didn't." It was strange...it really was. But then again, Angela assumed it could happen. Especially with Morgan, anything could happen with Morgan. Mostly miracles. So that's where the nickname Miracle Morgan arrived.
Cory's parents were thrilled - a little surprised, but thrilled nonetheless. There are only a few things to tell you before I move on to the heavier stuff.
The wedding was very, very small. This was because they didn't have much time to plan it. Morgan had designed bridal gowns previously and used one of her designs, but then decided it wasn't her and just wore jeans and a t-shirt.
A very, very casual wedding indeed.
And everything was going great - until that one fateful day in her ninth month.
While all of this was exciting to Angela, Morgan wasn't enjoying it that much. Everytime Cory came near her, her pulse quickened and she could feel herself getting nervous. It was too much for her.
But how could she tell him?
After awhile, though, it got easier. They started planning the wedding. Still, she was pretty scared. She was starting to show, and, if she didn't tell him soon he'd probably guess it.
She decided one day that this wasn't the real Morgan. Morgan wasn't scared of anything - she was pretty fearless. Except for a car crash dream, she had no weaknesses and could withstand anything.
But she couldn't just blurt it out. Not spontaneously like that. Even though she was a spontaneous person.
"Cory..." she said one morning. Angela and Shawn and Topanga were in their apartment, and Angela was supposed to help her.
"Cory...I...I'm pregnant," she said suddenly. Angela smiled, Shawn and Topanga and Cory gasped.
The silence was deafening. Angela was just proud of her friend for just coming out and saying it. "Wow." Was all Cory could say.
******************************************
They went to the doctor to see and sure enough, she was five months and two weeks pregnant. They were both very happy, but then, problems arose.
"Maybe it's another reason to get married," Cory suggested.
"There are lots of good reasons to do stuff, but it's not always the right solution," Morgan told him.
"Well, maybe this one is." Cory replied.
"Maybe it is," Morgan told him, "but I highly, highly doubt it."
He smiled at her. "Okay! Okay! I give in! It is!" she said.
"So, no matter what Topanga says, we will get married?" he asked her.
"Yeah," she said after hesitation. "Yeah."
It was a beautiful wedding, except for the fact that it rained. According to Angela, it was supposedly bad luck, but Morgan didn't care. She loved rain, and so far it hadn't been bad luck, so she didn't see the point in complaining about it.
Topanga didn't even mind. Surprisingly enough, she was happy for both Cory and Morgan - that they'd finally found each other and they were so right for each other.
However, Angela and Morgan were still trying to find out the mysteries. "How could you have been in your second trimester and you didn't even realize it? I mean, didn't you get sick?" Angela asked.
"No," Morgan said truthfully. "I really didn't." It was strange...it really was. But then again, Angela assumed it could happen. Especially with Morgan, anything could happen with Morgan. Mostly miracles. So that's where the nickname Miracle Morgan arrived.
Cory's parents were thrilled - a little surprised, but thrilled nonetheless. There are only a few things to tell you before I move on to the heavier stuff.
The wedding was very, very small. This was because they didn't have much time to plan it. Morgan had designed bridal gowns previously and used one of her designs, but then decided it wasn't her and just wore jeans and a t-shirt.
A very, very casual wedding indeed.
And everything was going great - until that one fateful day in her ninth month.