"Oh, Topanga," Cory said as he hugged his crying wife.
The couple just hugged for a moment.
"I don't know how this could happen. We took every precaution necessary . The doctors are all baffled."
"Well, Topanga...I don't know what to say. What are we going to tell your parents?"
"There's not much we can tell them Cory, but the truth."
"Don't worry Topanga. Everything is gonna be okay. I don't know how, but it's all gonna work out. Topanga...I don't know what else to do but focus on the joy of the situation."
"I suppose you're right."
"So, who should we tell first?" Cory asked optimistically.
"Well, Angela already knows, so we might as well tell Shawn."
"Okay. We'll tell him together," Cory replied taking Topanga's hand. "Shawn, could you come down here a sec?"
"I don't know: is it safe?"
"Just come down here."
Shawn approached the couple hesitantly. You could tell by the look on his face he was expecting a bomb to explode.
"Shawn, I'm going to come right out and tell you: Cory and I are pregnant."
At the sound of the news, a look of instant relief spread across Shawn's face.
"Cory! You dog, you! Congratulations buddy! Let's all go out to dinner and celebrate! We'll call Jack, Rachel, Eric..."
"Shawn, I don't think you understand. This isn't exactly good news," Topanga interrupted.
"What do you mean Topanga? Of course this is good news! You and Cory are gonna have a baby!"
Cory and Topanga shared a anxious moment before Topanga decided to bite the bullet.
"Shawn, I was told long ago by several doctors that I shouldn't have children. Shawn, I'm diabetic."