"I can't believe this," Topanga said. She tried to hold back the tears and the shock, but it just wasn't working. "All this grief... Months of worrying and nearly losing my baby. And for what? For the baby to be Cory's?!"
Shawn and Topanga stood in front of the window, looking at all the newborns laying contently in their cribs. He stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, trying to make her stop crying. Her fragile body shook in his embrace, and he didn't know what he could do to comfort her.
The DNA results had returned from the labs a mere half hour ago, and Topanga had rushed from the room to see her baby. Her baby and Cory's. Shawn had, indeed, been more than devastated. He wanted his life together with Topanga to include a child of the their own; the one he thought they had created nine months before in a fit of passion.
These results would not, in any way, change how Shawn felt for the child. He planned on raising Topanga and Cory's son as his own - riding bikes, playing in baseball games, dating girls... All of that would be coached by Shawn. The news would just complicate things a little. Cory would have a right to be in their lives now, and would legally have responsibility over the child.
"I wanted Cory to still be in our lives. I really did, Shawn," Topanga told him, leaning back against him, "But now, he can fight for full custody of Michael, and maybe he'll take him away from us."
"It'll be okay, honey," Shawn said, kissing her neck. "I know Cory's still angry with us about this whole ordeal, but I'm sure he won't go to such an extreme as taking away our baby."
"Are you okay with this?" Topanga asked. "I know how you wanted Michael to be your son. You must be hurting."
"Well, it's not exactly a walk in the park," Shawn tried to joke, "But it's really not so awful. I still love him; he came from the most beautiful woman in the world. How could I not love him like my own?"
Topanga smiled. "I guess we need to make a phone call, though."
"Um, is that really the brightest idea? For US to call him?"
"I want us to be the ones he finds out from," Topanga said. "It's only decent of us. And we can't avoid the situation forever. I'll go make the phone call from my room, now."
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"It's... it's mine?" Cory asked joyfully.
"Yes, Cory," Topanga answered reluctantly, "You have a son. Congratulations. We... We named him Michael, and the DNA results just came back about an hour ago. We'd be happy if you came to see him."
"I'd be happy to," Cory replied, "I'll be there in about a half hour. Don't you go anywhere." He hung up the phone as quickly as possible, grabbing his jacket from the closet.
"I can only guess what that was about," Angela said from the couch, "Where are you going?"
They want me to go see... my son," Cory said.
"So it IS yours?" Angela asked. She stood from the couch and walked over to him as he hurried to put on his coat and fumbled with his keys. "Calm down, will you? I don't want you driving carelessly in this traffic."
"I'll drive safely."
"You better," Angela said. "And... congratulations. On your son." She smiled sweetly, the kissed him on the mouth.
"Thanks. I'll see you when I get back." He kissed her again, and bolted out the door.
Shawn and Topanga stood in front of the window, looking at all the newborns laying contently in their cribs. He stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders, trying to make her stop crying. Her fragile body shook in his embrace, and he didn't know what he could do to comfort her.
The DNA results had returned from the labs a mere half hour ago, and Topanga had rushed from the room to see her baby. Her baby and Cory's. Shawn had, indeed, been more than devastated. He wanted his life together with Topanga to include a child of the their own; the one he thought they had created nine months before in a fit of passion.
These results would not, in any way, change how Shawn felt for the child. He planned on raising Topanga and Cory's son as his own - riding bikes, playing in baseball games, dating girls... All of that would be coached by Shawn. The news would just complicate things a little. Cory would have a right to be in their lives now, and would legally have responsibility over the child.
"I wanted Cory to still be in our lives. I really did, Shawn," Topanga told him, leaning back against him, "But now, he can fight for full custody of Michael, and maybe he'll take him away from us."
"It'll be okay, honey," Shawn said, kissing her neck. "I know Cory's still angry with us about this whole ordeal, but I'm sure he won't go to such an extreme as taking away our baby."
"Are you okay with this?" Topanga asked. "I know how you wanted Michael to be your son. You must be hurting."
"Well, it's not exactly a walk in the park," Shawn tried to joke, "But it's really not so awful. I still love him; he came from the most beautiful woman in the world. How could I not love him like my own?"
Topanga smiled. "I guess we need to make a phone call, though."
"Um, is that really the brightest idea? For US to call him?"
"I want us to be the ones he finds out from," Topanga said. "It's only decent of us. And we can't avoid the situation forever. I'll go make the phone call from my room, now."
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"It's... it's mine?" Cory asked joyfully.
"Yes, Cory," Topanga answered reluctantly, "You have a son. Congratulations. We... We named him Michael, and the DNA results just came back about an hour ago. We'd be happy if you came to see him."
"I'd be happy to," Cory replied, "I'll be there in about a half hour. Don't you go anywhere." He hung up the phone as quickly as possible, grabbing his jacket from the closet.
"I can only guess what that was about," Angela said from the couch, "Where are you going?"
They want me to go see... my son," Cory said.
"So it IS yours?" Angela asked. She stood from the couch and walked over to him as he hurried to put on his coat and fumbled with his keys. "Calm down, will you? I don't want you driving carelessly in this traffic."
"I'll drive safely."
"You better," Angela said. "And... congratulations. On your son." She smiled sweetly, the kissed him on the mouth.
"Thanks. I'll see you when I get back." He kissed her again, and bolted out the door.