Hi everyone, sorry its been so long since I've updating, but I've been doing a lot of schoolwork (stupid geometry class argggg) and I really haven't had time. Thanks for all the reviews, especially   RoscoCody for the constructive criticism. I appreciate it! Also, I really like your idea you had about Shelly…would you mind if I consider using it? I'm not sure yet, I need to think about how this story is going to turn out…hmmm… BTW, the reason Rachel doesn't play a big part in this story, actually no part at all, is that I didn't like her much J But, I am considering adding her later…like a late arrival or something…I don't know. Also, in case anyone besides the reviewer who pointed it out (thanks) , but I accidentally signed the last Feeny letter with my own name. It was totally a typo, I wasn't thinking, basically I spaced out.

Chapter Seventeen: The Big Announcement

Angela's POV:

            I came back into the kitchen, beating myself up inside for kissing him. Why had I let myself get attached? I didn't want the same thing to happen again. I'm better than that. I poured myself a cup of coffee, and shook my head, trying to shake out my feelings of love for the man. I would not let this happen to me again.

*FALSHBACK*

            I sat in the kitchen, beginning to worry because Shawn was later than usual. I tried to work on the bills, but it only depressed me. I considered leaving once again, but I admit it, I was scared. Not scared of making it on my own, of course. Afraid he'd come after me; hurt me worse than ever before. Suddenly I heard him fumbling with the key in the lock. I crossed the room to the door and opened it for him. He sort of stumbled a little, because he had been leaning on the door. I could smell the alcohol on is breath. He began to yell at me, calling me a string of obscene names, and I knew how drunk he was. He was angry I'd opened the door, he wasn't very happy about stumbling. I tried to apologize, to make him calm down, but his hand formed into the fist I was all too familiar with. He hit me hard, and I flew across the room. I hit the wall, and fell to the ground. I sat there, quietly, waiting for him to fall asleep. I pulled from my packet the Marines brochure again, and gazed at it longingly, making a decision in my mind.

Eric's POV:

            I walked in the front door, and entered the kitchen to see Angela drinking a cup of coffee. I smiled at her, and asked if anyone else was up. She told me Shawn was outside, but the others were sleeping. I walked up the stairs, and woke Topanga in Morgan's old room and Cory in ours. I herded them down the stairs and sat them on the couch. I smiled at them, and cleared my throat. Bernadette walked in from the car, and smiled at me.

Bernadette's POV:

            I stood next to Eric, my hand in his, and gazed lovingly into his eyes.

            "We, I mean Bernadette and I, have an announcement to make," he said, then cleared his throat in that sweet way I loved.

            "We…well…since your all here in town," Eric said, then hesitated.

            "I smiled at him, knowing how nervous he was.

            "We're getting married," I finished for him, and squeezed his hand.

Sorry it's so short, but I've jut finished two and a half hours of homework and I'm tired. I'll try to write a longer chapter this weekend. Please review!