Did I put too much pressure on you guys to make me laugh? Because hardly anyone even tried! So I'm going to take into account all the killing off Holly suggestions that were made earlier, they really cracked me up.

A lot of you are saying that Michael doesn't have to actually marry Holly in order to support her and the baby, but this way there's drama. And it's not just boring and all hunky-dory. So they're getting married. The end.

Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters you recoginse.

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Michael's POV...

I'd forgotten what high maintenance Holly is compared to Mia. I'd forgotten how high maintenance she is compared to most girls.

She insisted, before we tell her parents about the impending marriage and unborn child, she has a ring on her finger. She said that if she turned up without one, her father would think I was just a cover up for a one night stand and that she's really going to be a single mother.

So that's why we are traipsing from jewellery store to jewellery store looking for the 'perfect' ring.

You know, if I had asked Mia to marry me, and handed her a plastic ring like the kind you get from those toy vending machines, she'd accept it and probably not even want a replacement. And she's a PRINCESS!

But apparently, a perfectly nice, white gold, .2k-diamond ring is not fit for Holly. Oh no, it's not 'big' enough.

"What about that one? I like that one," she pointed to a nice ring, with three giant diamonds sticking out of it. It was nice, but for the price? Yeah, it wasn't THAT nice.

"Uh, Holly, I kind of can't afford that one," I whispered to her. "I told you the limit, and that one, well, that's three times more than it."

She turned around to face me; I could see she was going to try to get me to change my mind.

"Can't you put it on credit? Or sell something? Don't you want me to be happy?" she pouted.

"This has nothing to do with you being happy or not. It's about me being able to support you and the baby. Do you want the baby to have a good life? Do you want the baby to have food? Because it's the ring, or the baby's future."

"Urgh," she sulked. "I really wanted that one. But fine; whatever. Let's just pick another one."

It took another hour, most of which she was sulking, but she finally picked one that I could afford. Just.

We left the store and she was in a much better mood.

"I love it!" she said happily, holding out her left hand and admiring it as we walked along. "Thankyou, Michael." She reached up and kissed me on the cheek.

In the whole week we've been 'engaged' for, this is the first time either of us has kissed the other. I couldn't without thinking of Mia, and she knew that.

In a way, I do feel bad for her. She knows she's the runner up, that she only 'won' by default. It must be hard for her.

"Before we go to my parents tonight," she said, slipping her arm around my waist. "I want to buy a new outfit. I need some new stuff anyway; I'm beginning to not be able to fit into my clothes. Do you want to come shopping? Or shall I just meet you back at our place later?"

I cringed when she said 'our place'. It had never actually been established, but Holly just moved all of her stuff in of her own accord. I'd have rather she hadn't. I mean, if we're going to spend the rest of our lives together, what's the rush?

Although, if she'd have been Mia, then I'd have wanted her to move in right away.

Stop it, Moscovitz; stop thinking about Mia. It's not healthy. Especially not when I should be focusing on Holly and the baby.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not really in the mood for shopping. I'll just see you back there later."

"Ok, that's fine. See you later then." She started walking in the other direction.

"Hey," I said, really trying to make an effort. "Is that the way to bid farewell to your fiancé?"

She shyly smiled and walked back over to me. But she waited for me to make the first move.

So I did. After hesitating only for a second, I leaned over and kissed her like a doting boyfriend should. No, the way a doting fiancé should.

It's just too bad that when she walked away again, and I turned around, I was face to face with the woman I really wanted to kiss like I was her doting fiancé.

"Mia," I said, taken aback.

She nodded curtly and went to walk past me.

"Mia, wait. It isn't what you think..." Now I'm trying to explain kissing my fiancé? That's not right.

"Michael," she turned back to face me and I was glad to see there were no tears pricking the edges of her eyes. "You don't have to explain anything to me. Least of all kissing your fiancé."

My head dropped at the word fiancé because we both knew it wasn't in reference to her.

"But you know," she said suddenly. "You could have at least told me you two were going to get married. It's not the same hearing it from Lilly."

"Mia, what did you think I was going to do? NOT marry her? How can I support her and the baby properly unless I do things the right way?"

"I don't know..." she stumbled out, looking confused. "But it just never occurred to me...I should go."

"Mia, wait!" I called out, but she'd gone, swallowed up by the busy New York sidewalk crowd. For a second I could see Lars' head bobbing, but then it was gone. And so was she.

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The new outfit, plus a couple of other things turned out to be about six new outfits plus a couple of hundred other things.

When Holly walked in through the door, laden down with so many bags she barely fit at all, I nearly had a heart attack.

"Holly! What did you do? Buy an entire store?"

"No, silly," she said, collapsing onto the bed. "Today was just a really good day for sales."

I looked over at the bags she'd piled up in a heap by the door. They were from Tiffany's, Bloomingdales, and Barneys. I think I even saw one from Burberry.

"Holly, even ninety percent off the original price of all of these clothes is too much! Don't you get it? We don't have the money to go spending this amount! Especially not when we just got you that ring. We'll barely survive just the two of us, but by the end of the school year, we'll have to find a new place to live, AND we'll have a baby to take care of. Do you not know how expensive babies are?"

"Michael, it's ok. I paid for all this on credit. And my father pays my credit card off."

"Do you really think he's going to keep paying your credit card off once you tell him we're getting married and are having a baby?"

"Do you really think he'll cut me off?" she gasped.

"I don't know. But I think he'll be expecting you to be a little more responsible from now one. Which means things like this," I indicated to the shopping on the floor, "Is going to have to change."

She looked down at all of the bags, then stood up and walked over to me, placing both hands on my chest.

"You're right. You're so smart. What would I do without you?"

I shudder to think.

"I'll take most of it back tomorrow. But right now, we have to get ready to meet my parents. Oh, Michael, I'm so nervous. I mean, I know my parents are going to love you, but I just don't know how they are going to react to the news."

I'm nervous too. I certainly hope her parent's aren't as ditzy as Holly.

And I hope her father doesn't try to beat me up for knocking up his daughter before walking her down the aisle.

Gulp. They'd better not find out about Mia. I guess I'll have to play the doting, 'I can't get enough of your daughter' tonight for the parents too.

I can't wait.

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Keep those suggestions for killing off Holly in the alternate ending coming. I think I'm going to have to do my own alt. ending, so there may be more than one. And remember to keep it ridiculous, because I want it to be completely off the wall.