A/N: Aren't those Scammy scenes that they're forcing on us just disgusting?
Disclaimer: If I owned it, Sandy'd be six feet under. Acting talent like that deserves to be buried.
Chapter Four- That's What Your Baby's Daddy is For
Luckily, Tammy hadn't needed to get a paternity test. In her heart of hearts, she'd known. She and Sandy hadn't slept together in weeks, and when Will's uncle told her that she was about three and a half weeks along, it was confirmed. This was Jonathan's baby.
After asking Gwen and Will to go on home, she privately asked the doctor, "Is there any risk for my baby to be mentally disabled?"
He chuckled. "Oh, no, Miss Winslow, that's a common myth. Your baby would have more risk of being disabled if you were pregnant as a forty- year- old. But just to be safe, I'll run a test later in the pregnancy to see if something's wrong. You can go sign up as my patient with the nurse, and come see me soon."
She smiled. "Thanks." As she left the room, she heard the nurse grumbling about how there were too many pregnant teenagers nowadays.
Tammy walked through the park near Iris' house, still in shock from today's events. Her and Jonathan. A baby. A little life that they made together. She wondered, Will it be a boy or a girl? Will I have twins? Will the baby be like me or Jonathan? Who will it look like?
This also changed her plans; she'd wanted to go back to Springfield in a week or so. But what will I do now? Will I stay here until the baby is born? Will I go home in a week? A month?
"What do you know?" she pondered aloud, patting the soft curve of her belly that she knew would only grow bigger. "A baby. My baby…" She thought what she'd say to Jonathan. "Hey, Jonathan?" she said to herself. "Remember our night of making the wildest, most passionate love of my life? Well, someone ended up knocked up. Me! Any ideas for baby names? Yours, Tammy."
She felt a reassuring hand on her shoulder as Gwen sat down on a mossy stone next to her, cradling Rory. She said, "Soon, you'll be holding your own little bundle of joy. I know it sounds clichéd, but…"
"Yeah, I get what you mean." Tammy smiled. "I just wish that I could tell Jonathan-"
"You could call him. Or drive home for a while, to see him. This is your baby. It's pretty important."
"Thanks, Gwen. I'll call Jonathan and let him know where I am."
"Or he might have found you already." Tammy whirled around, and saw the love of her life, silhouetted behind the setting sun.