DISCLAIMER: I do not own 7th Heaven or anything related to 7th Heaven. All medical information on this story is either half-truth or completely made up. I am not a doctor. Also, if you are a fan of the happy relationships in 7th Heaven, don't read. Thos story contains a "rebel" who doesn't agree with her family and not so nice language and themes are sometimes used. Thank you. Enjoy! PS: this part contains some characters from another story called D4 from PaUlKaRiYaSgUrL9. She (the author) let me use them. Therefore I don't own them or the characters from the Mighty Ducks. Don't worry, they are just minor players, they will have no impact on the story aside from that they are friends.

Kay put her hand on her stomach. She didn't feel anything there. She didn't feel pregnant. Family, she thought. Would I have family then? And honestly, she couldn't answer that question.

Chapter 9: Oh Lord, I Hope It's The Flu

On Monday morning, Kay awoke with a start, an hour before her alarm clock would have went off it had been a school day. It was Labor Day, though. Kay opened her eyes, threw the covers off and ran to the bathroom, where she proceeded to throw up. The family dinner that she had consumed filled the toilet and then was soon flushed away. Before she went back to bed, she brushed her teeth and looked in the mirror, muttering, "Oh Lord, I hope it's the flu."

A few hours later, she decided to get up and going. The night before she had called Brooke and asked if they could talk about what happened on Saturday. What she didn't mention was a certain rendezvous with a guy she just met, but that was going to change. There were only two people that Kay ever told most everything. One was Uncle Matt, the other was Brooke. Looking in her wardrobe she found a loose fitting pair of tan slacks and a yellow t-shirt, put them on and found some flip flops to wear. She coughed for a few minutes, sniffling in some very unpleasant nasal material and proceeded out of her room, with Alia at tow.

She made her way for the kitchen, where her mom was sitting, reading the paper. "Morning, sunshine… Oh, you don't look good. You aren't planning on going out, are you?" Lucy said, looking concerned. She stood up and went to Kay, feeling her forehead when she got there. "You feel hot. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." Kay lied. She put on her best fake smile and moved around her mother to the refrigerator. She poured herself some orange juice and grabbed an apple from the bowl on the counter. "I'm going to take Alia for a walk, okay? We're meeting Brooke," she said after drinking half of her juice and biting her apple.

"So, everything's okay with you two?" her mother asked.

"Yes, why wouldn't it be?"

"Well, she hasn't called in the passed day. I was just curious, honey. You go have fun, but don't exert yourself too much. I think you may have the flu. Although it's not flu season, Matt was telling me about a few of his patients having it." Lucy said, resettling herself at the kitchen table with her newspaper.

"Will do." Kay said and called for Alia. Her dog was very intelligent, because when she came bounding down the hall, she had her purple leash in her mouth. Kay laughed while she hooked it on and the down left the house. They walked roughly a mile before they came upon the entrance to the park. They found the spot behind the bushes, overlooking a soccer field and sat down. It was Kay and Brooke's meeting place, as it had been since they day they met. Actually, that was where they met for the first time. She glanced around her, smelling the fresh air. What could possibly be growing inside of her would change that, would change everything for the worse. She didn't love it, if it was there. And she hated herself for that. Tears were building in her eyes when she heard her friend's running shoes coming fast towards her.

Kay watched Brooke come into view and rush to her. She had on a blue tank top with watching blue shorts. As she slowed down to a walk, she waved to her friend sitting on the grass. Look at her legs. I've got to get her running again, Brooke thought. "Hey, Kay. Look, I just want to say I'm sorry. I mean, not for what I said, that was true but for how I put it. I could have been nicer."

"It's okay. You're right, you are absolutely right. I should tell them about rehearsal and the play and I should go to therapy. I just don't want to. But there is something that I did that I need to tell you." Kay said, looking down at her hand that was feverishly pulling at grass.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Brooke said bluntly.

"What the…? How the…? How come everyone knows?" Kay said angrily. Brooke shrugged and asked her to explain what happen. It took her a half an hour, mostly because she had omitted lots of details from her uncle that she didn't mind telling her best friend, but after she was finished retelling her story, the two sat there, not speaking, for several minutes.

After the silence, Brooke touched her shoulder to Kay and said, "Whatever happens, happens, my dear. You just have to pray."

"Yeah, like that's going to happen." Kay said and leaned her head on her best friends shoulder. She thought she should cry, but her eyes wouldn't let any tear drop. So, they stayed there for almost an hour, in silence, thinking about the situation while Alia kept herself busy by watching a ladybug.

The two parted ways then after a short goodbye and good luck hug. Kay took Alia's leash and they headed home. She absent-mindedly rubbed her hand against her stomach, hoping that a new life wasn't forming in there. She knew she wouldn't be a good mother. She hated kids. Little ones, big ones, didn't matter; she hated them all. She hated herself a bit for being a child because of her mannerisms and behavior; that was the reason that she was mostly more mature for age. And the second biggest reason that she didn't want a child was of her "problems". Besides the thing with her brain, she had another medical condition that made it harder for her to keep a child healthy in her womb. It had to do with scar tissue, but Kay couldn't quite remember what it was. She had gotten into an accident when she was a child and scar tissue built up around her uterine walls. It wasn't bad enough to prevent her from becoming pregnant or carrying to full term, but it was bad enough to make the little one less healthy than it would have been.

Before she knew it, she and Alia had walked all the way home and they were standing at the foot of the driveway, with a tree up above. A small bird fluttered passed her head and landed on a lower branch of the tree, looking at her. It seemed to smile and she smiled back, knowing that in a few days she may never get another smile again. At least not a genuine one. It would be filled with disappointment and regret and that was what she feared most. Even though she hated to admit it, she loved and needed her family and their support, even if she didn't show it all the time.

She took one last deep breath in and walked to the door and inside. There in the foyer, she let Alia off her leash and put the leash in the dog's mouth. Alia then bounded up the stairs and turned the corner at Kay's room. When she saw her dog get into her room, Kay moved into the living room where she found her father watching the news.

"Hey, Kiddo." He said, moving from the middle of the couch to the side just enough so Kay could sit comfortably at the other end if she so chose.

Kay decided that she would and sat down, seeing as how it might be one of the only good times that she'd have left with her father. If she were what she hoped she wasn't, then her father would be beyond angry, beyond disappointed; he would venture into the mostly unknown land of knowing he was a complete failure. She knew he'd be crushed. Still, no regrets.

"So, how was your walk?" Kevin asked still mostly focused on the weather.

"Pretty good," Kay said curling her legs up at her chest and resting her head on her knees.

Kevin looked at her. My beautiful little girl, he thought, wondering when she had grown up. And at that moment he knew. The day she was born. He moved his arm from the remote to the top of he couch and Kay moved under it, resting on her father's shoulder like she had done on occasion when she was little.

Lucy stepped down the hall and stopped, breath-taken by what she saw. Her youngest daughter and her husband were sitting on the couch, talking. She couldn't believe her eyes. She had prayed for this moment ever since Kay became a teenager. She whispered to herself, "Maybe miracles do happen."

Wow, I'm so sorry to keep you hanging. Too much has been going on. But don't worry; I have spring break next week, so look for two to three new chapters. Thanks so much for the advice, you really helped a lot. And also, I want you to like it, so when something doesn't fit (like the weird uterus thing, it's a real thing, I have it, but I'm dumb so I don't remember what exactly its called) or you don't like a part, just review and give your opinion. Also, if you want to email or talk to me about something that you read, my email address and aim name are on my profile, so just look it up. I know this one kind of sucks but I started one day and finished weeks later, so I lost my train of thought. I think it may be in Missouri right now… So, keep reading, hope you are enjoying and I'll update soon.

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