Disclaimer: I, Miss Elisabeth C. Dalton do not own Phil Diffy or Keely Teslow, they are the copyright of Disney Channel ohkay, I also do not own Dana Diffy, she is the copyright of Miss Britannia V. Eitwards. I only own Brad Windsor and possibly someone else I won't give away

Chapter 1: Unexpected News, and Facing Mom and Dad

I was in love, it didn't matter to me who knew it or who didn't. As long as I had Brad, I had the world. Sadly, he's in the Navy and has to ship out from time to time, and the last time he did, I received news that would change our lives forever. He had been out at sea for three days when I figured I should see a doctor, since I hadn't had my period in forever. When I went to the doctor's office, I had been sitting in the cold room listening to the beeping of the machines, when she came back in and told me. And what did I do? Started crying, like not a few tears of joy, no, this was Terms Of Endearment crying, I couldn't be a mom, I was only nineteen, and I almost knew Brad wouldn't go for this, he'd either leave me, or the option of abortion or he leaves, this was the main reason I was Terms Of Endearment crying. My doctor set down my files, and went to hug me, "My Dear, usually people are a lot….happier when they find out they're having a baby, you don't seem happy at all,"

I tried to stop crying for two seconds so I could answer her, then I said, "I'm not, my boyfriend is in the Navy, I'm only nineteen, I'm still in college, and I can't do this by myself."

"Well, there's always the two A's."

I tilted my head in confusion, "Adoption or abortion," she continued

I shook my head, "I don't even want to think about it right now, I have to talk to my parents first, and then Brad. This isn't going to end well,"

She gave me a small closed smile, and said, "Sweetie, you'll just have to be optimistic, does Brad love you?"

"Um-Hm,"

"Well, then what are the chances he'll leave you if he loves you?"

"I don't know," I said, shaking my head

"Good luck," she said, as I left the room.

On my way home, all I could think about as I drove down the street was Brad. What would I do if he left me? What would he do when I told him? I had to stop wracking my brain, it was going to drive me insane, all I had to do was go home, and tell Mom and Dad.

I walked up my house's steps, and opened the front door, the house was dead silent, but Mom and Dad's cars were in the driveway, so they must've been home, maybe they knew. I shuddered at the thought of how they could have known. I've never 'been with him' in their house, wait, no, I have. But that's not important, as I walked through the house, looking for them, I had come to the conclusion that they weren't home. I climbed the stairs to my room, and set my bag down on the chair. I sat down on my bed, and looked around the room, there were pictures of Brad and me everywhere. I glanced at one on my nightstand, it was us at Aunt Pim's wedding, he and I looked so happy, I don't know how we would be now. Looking at it brought tears to my eyes, this was probably the worst a person could feel, part of me wished he was here right now so I could tell him and get it over with, and another part of me was glad he wasn't so I could put off telling him as long as possible, but back to the cons of him not being here, I have to deal with the nauseous feeling of thinking he'll leave, and I'm stuck with a kid and no job or anyway of bringing in money. I had to stop thinking, I was officially going to push myself over the edge. I stood up, and went back downstairs. Just as I had taken my coat off, the front door opened and Mom and Dad were there.

"Hey," Mom said happily

"Hi," I said, I wanted to them right then and there, but I had to wait, I had to have the perfect moment to tell them. Which would be…soon.

"Are you O.K.?" Mom asked, I hated that, she could always tell when something's bothering me, it's quite bizarre.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied, I was the farthest thing from fine.

Mom partially smiled, she knew I was lying too. Dad was oblivious, "So, what did you do today?"

"I….stayed here."

"Oh, well, you're Mom and I had to attend a friend's son's communion,"

"Oh, well, you had a long day," I was badly hiding I was very nervous being around them now, because even if Dad was clueless, Mom was not.

We all started upstairs, I had to change clothes, it was probably all in my head, but, I felt like I was already too huge for all my clothes. I went upstairs and put on my Massachusetts State sweatshirt and my favorite jeans, that I knew I wouldn't be able to wear for much longer. Mom and Dad had changed too, but they looked a lot less casual than I did. I sulked into the kitchen, and collapsed into one of the table's chairs.

"Mom, Dad," I started, Mom and Dad both turned to me, and went to sit next to me. "I….I….,"

"You…..?" Mom said

"O.K., you like Brad, right?"

"Of course, sweetheart, why?" Mom said

"Well, you know how I feel about him, right?"

"To an extent, yes,"

"Well, he and I have this…chemistry, and we just…I don't know, connect, and when I'm with him, I know that that's what love feels like,"

"That's great, and you're sharing this with us because….?"

"Well, I want you both to know that what he and I have isn't just like…. a fling,"

"Well, of course that's what it is," Dad chimed in.

"No, Dad, it's not, when I'm with him, there's like this….passion, and I know that I love him,"

"You what!"

"Dad that's not even the big picture here, I thought I would share that with you before I tell you, I'm pregnant with his baby,"

At that moment, I though the world had hit Absolute Zero, the room was overcome with a freezing chill, and Dad just froze, he didn't say anything, he stayed with a blank expression, and his gaze fixed on me. Mom didn't freeze though, she looked at me, then at the table, and said, "Honey, what are you going to do?"

I looked at the table, then at Ice Man, then back to Mom, "I don't know, if Brad is going to leave me…."

"You'll…..?"

"Abort it,"

"Dana…."

"Mom, if he leaves me, I'm nineteen, I'm alone, and I'm in college, how can I have a baby?"

"Well, I don't know, but-"

"Mom, we'll worry about it when he says he's leaving me,"

"You're not having this baby," Dad said coldly, he had found his voice.

"Phil," Mom started

"You have no sense of responsibility, you never have. How could have not thought before you did something like this! You made a very bad decision and now Brad is going to have to pay for that, he might have plans for his future, I thought you had plans for your future, and now…"

"Dad! I did think before I made that decision, I love him, and as long as he loves me, that's all that matters."

"No, it isn't! You didn't think, if you had thought, we wouldn't be having the conversation right now!"

"I did think, Dad, and it wasn't like it was the first time,"

"What!"

O.K., I did not know my dad didn't know that, so this conversation had gone from bad to worse REALLY quickly, and now I forced to explain myself in order to win this argument, that mom was just letting happen.

"Dad, the time I think the baby was conceived was not the first time he and I had 'been together', it wasn't the second either, or the third, or the fifth,"

Dad hit his forehead with his hand, and sighed heavily, "I didn't think that you….I thought…." Dad was now standing and pacing the room.

Mom's eyes went from me to Dad, and back, then she leaned forward and said, "Um,"

I stared at her, waiting for her to say something, anything, to make the silence and the horrible expression on Dad's face go away, but nothing.

I swallowed, and said, "I probably shouldn't have told you that,"

"Well, it's not a surprise to me, but you know your Dad…." Mom started

I nodded, and looked at Dad, Dad looked mad, and sad, he looked smad. He was still pacing the floor, and I thought he was going to were a hole in it, but I didn't dare say anything. I was still scared because Mom and Dad didn't say anything else to me, until Dad finally said, "So, have you been to a doctor?"

"Yeah…" I answered

"Well….?"

"And it's been confirmed,"

"And everything's fine…?"

"I guess, when she told me I started crying, but other than that, great,"

"You cried?" Mom said

"Yes, mostly because I knew this would happen,"

Mom and Dad again didn't talk, finally Dad said, "Well, what if Brad isn't going to leave you?"

"Then I'm keeping it,"

"You're what!"

"Dad, I really don't want to talk about this right now,"

"Dana, I don't care, you're going to have to talk about it sooner or later,"

"Well, I'll worry about when he comes back home, right now I need support from you guys, and I don't even have that," I didn't know what to do, so I jumped up and stormed out of the room and went up the stairs to my room. I shut my door and sat down on my bed, and started just sobbing. And I couldn't stop, I was crying about everything, about Brad not being here, about my Mom and Dad being so much less than supportive, everything.