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 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.

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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."

Chapter 10: Maybe; Part 1

That Tuesday and Wednesday came and went without much drama; and without any "morning sickness" or flu, like Kay referred to it. Thursday morning, Kay woke up with a renewed vigor and quickly got dressed. Something comfortable, she thought. I am going to need to do a lot of running from practice to therapy. She had talked over with Alia (Alia was a very good listener, who only interrupted when she needed to go to the bathroom) and had decided that since rehearsal ended at 4:30 and her session started at 5:00, she could make it if she ran the entire way there. It might be hard, seeing as how she hadn't been exercising in a while, but she could do it. After she got dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, put her hair in a ponytail and brushed her teeth, she bound down the stairs and headed for the kitchen.

Lucy was busy making her family some waffles when Kay turned the corner and came up behind her mother, very quietly. She tiptoed her way there until she was only a few inches behind Lucy and quickly, but softly jabbed her in the sides with her middle and pointer fingers. Lucy almost dropped the batter onto the floor in her shock, but recovered, setting the dish on the counter.

"Gosh, Kay," she said after she turned to see her youngest standing behind her with a devilish grin on her face. "You almost killed me, and ruined the waffles." Kay laughed her evil laugh, which by the way, Lucy had no idea where it came from, although she could remember that laugh coming from her youngest sister Ruthie when she was little. "You used to do that when you were little, you know."

"And I never got tired of it." Kay said, flashing her mother a smile and pouring herself some orange juice.

"Pour some for everyone else, too. Oh, but not your father. He had to leave early for work. Apparently, there was some murder on the other side of town. It's awful, really." Lucy said, continuing making the waffle.

As if he was prompted by her words, Jake rushed into the kitchen and turned on the small television that Lucy had there when she wanted to watch the news while she cooked. "Dad's on TV." He said and faced a chair in the direction of the news. On the screen, Kevin was a podium, giving what looked to be a press conference.

"At roughly 2:45 this morning, Evan Walker of 698 Glen Rd was shot and killed by his girlfriend, Rebecca Dremner. She is driving a brown station wagon. She is about 5'5, with blonde hair and brown eyes. She has a beauty mark on the upper right side of her cheek and an 'I love Evan' tattoo on her right breast. If anyone sees her or knows of her whereabouts, they are asked to either contact the State Police or the Glenoak Police Department. That is all the information we have at this time. There will be no questions. Thank you."

The channel then switched back to their studio and pale woman with very stiff looking blonde hair and very white teeth said, "We have a picture of the man that was killed." A photograph of a very familiar James Dean wanna-be flashed on the screen and Kay gasped before she ran to the TV and turned it off.

"Hey! What'd you do that for?" Jake snapped, leaping up from his chair.

"Uh… it was just upsetting… that's all. I mean, someone in our community was killed. And the person responsible is still out there. That's why I shut it off… it was upsetting." She said nervously, though she suspected that no one caught that fact. "And besides, breakfast is done and you know the rule. No TV on when we are eating."

"Whatever." Jake said and he got up to set the table.

Kay stared at the TV a few moments longer. Oh please no, she begged and slid her hand over her stomach. Jake accidentally knocked into her when he was setting the table, breaking her from her stupor. She went back to filling the cups with orange juice as a thousand of thoughts flew across her mind.

Kay hadn't seen Brooke all day; Brooke was helping with some last minute Back To School Dance issues during the classes that they had together. Finally, at lunch they were able to talk.

Kay was already at her seat, talking with Andrew, when Brooke and Jean-Paul came to their table. "Hey, girlie!" Brooke said, with a smile and put her food at the table, sitting down. "Did you hear about the murder? Oh, duh Brooke. Of course you did. Your dad is the detective on the case. Oh, I saw him on TV! He looked weird. Wow, I can't believe it. That poor guy. I heard that his girlfriend killed him because he was cheating on her with some girl he picked up."

"I didn't hear that…" Kay said, nervously chewing on celery.

"I hear that, too." Andrew said from next to her. "Yeah, and now she is going to find the chick. Yeah, the police told the girl that wherever she was, she is supposed to find the police so she is safe."

"They… really said that." Kay swallowed.

"Yeah. That poor girl. I mean, now her little affair will be exposed for everyone to see." Andrew said. After that, he changed the conversation to how cool it must be for her father to be a cop. "I think it'd be exciting."

"Yeah, exciting. Woot!" Kay said sarcastically. That topic didn't stay for very long because Brooke was more excited about the new hockey movie that was coming out the next day.

"We should all go." Brooke said after almost ten minutes of nonstop chatter about her father and brother being hockey player and how they got to see it at it's premire.

"Yeah, well what are we supposed to do while you two are making out during the scenes that don't have hockey in them?" Andrew asked.

"Make out?" Jean-Paul said.

"But we aren't dating." Kay said, although she knew she wouldn't mind making out with a hottie like Andrew.

"So?" Brooke said. The bell rang and they all got up for their next classes. Jean-Paul and Brooke were already walking towards the stairs, as Andrew and Kay were slowly making their way for their classroom.

"Well, it would be fun hanging out together, don't you think?" Andrew asked over the roar of the rest of the student body.

"Sure it would. So," she said turning to face him. "What time are you going to pick me up?"

Andrew, being old enough to drive and even owning a decent car, said, "How about 6? That way, I can meet your parents."

"Ehh…" Kay grimaced but then forced a smile and grabbed his hand. "Deal!" she shouted and shook his hand violently. Then she turned and walked out of view as he followed her several minutes later.

"Yes!" he said. "I've got a date with the hottest girl in school."

At rehearsal, Mrs. Schober went over three of the songs that they would be singing. She took the time to go over each part so everyone knew where he or she was and what he or she was doing. Then she let Ms. Birrell take over teaching the rest of the cast, and took Kay, Brooke, Jean-Paul and another student named Greg into another room, where they could go over their individual parts better.

At 4:15, the basis of rehearsal was over and the cast was sitting in the comfortable, fold up chair that were in the auditorium. Mrs. Schober and Ms. Birrell were discussing something at the piano, probably about what they needed to work on. Kay asked Brooke if they could speak privately and they walked to a secluded area at the back of the room.

"So, what now?" Brooke asked, trying not to look concerned. After what Kay had told her on Labor Day, she would always suspect the worse when Kay asked to speak privately with her.

"You know the murder? And the guy that was murdered?" Kay whispered, hovering close to Brooke's ear.

"Yeah… Evan Walker."

"Well," Kay said, "if I'm pregnant, he's the dad."

Yup, that's what's going down. Keep reading, it'll get interesting but it'll still stay away from completely unbelievable. Once again, thanks for the suggestions. Thanks for reading, etc.

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