A/N: Hey, this is Lizzie, thanks be234therz for reviewing every chapter! I superlatively appreciate your support, and so does Britannia! Anyway, I need help naming the baby, and Britannia made this poll site, so people could vote on it, lol just take out the space in the URL between the / and the rest, LOL :P

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Lizzie

Chapter 4: Disruptions, and Reminiscing

Mom pretended like she wasn't uncomfortable around us, even though it was so obvious she was. When Dad finally couldn't possibly send out anymore death rays, they finally decided it was time for them to take us home. I assumed Brad was staying with us, or um, living with us, now that I was expecting his baby. I wasn't sure I liked that, I knew before long, he and Dad would have words about Brad and me, and I really did not want them discussing that, besides the mere thought of them talking about it at all made me nauseous, AGAIN. I tried very hard to not imagine them talking about that, or me at all.

When we finally got inside, he and I rushed upstairs, although I had been unbelievably nauseous the past few days I still missed him. I shut the door to my room behind me, I walked over to him, and he and I passionately kissed, and I just felt extraordinarily happy, mostly because he was back. Just as we were backing up toward my bed, there was a knock on my door. Of course, I figured it was Father Time, no excuse me, Father BAD Timing.

I rolled my eyes, and went to the door, "Can I HELP you?" I asked sarcastically, without even looking at who it was, I knew it was Dad. Dad looked at me, and his eyes immediately darted to Brad. He stared narrow eyed at him, then said, "Good evening, Bradley."

"Um, good evening…" he answered him like he was almost afraid to. I crossed my arms and glared at Dad, "Dad, this really isn't your concern, so can you…."

"Leave? Of course," Dad said, not letting his glance leave Brad, I almost felt bad for him, he was so getting Dad's direct evilness, and it wasn't really his fault, but I knew Mom would grill him if he took it out on me, so the next best thing was Brad. As soon as heard footsteps down the stairs, he and I returned to what we had been doing when there was another knock on the door. I was about to go AWOL on Dad if it was him, thankfully, it was just Mom.

"Mom," I said

"Yes, I know, I'll leave, but your Dad went on and on about you two being up here….and such, and I didn't believe him, but I guess now I have to," Mom said

"O.K., that's nice and all, but we're kind of in the middle of something here, so if you will please excuse us." I said

"Right, of course, sorry."

I smiled sarcastically and shut the door behind her. "Uh. I am SO sorry, they never do stuff like this, I know it's this whole baby thing, Dad can't handle it,"

Brad understood, he pretty much understood all Dad related craziness, I didn't ask why, I was just happy he did.

He and I did eventually consummate, but it was strangely uncomfortable, because I kept thinking Dad was either listening through the wall, or from downstairs. That thought made me absolutely cringe, he seriously needed to get over whatever was making him act so bizarre, because it was starting to slowly effect everyone.

I turned to look at Brad, I couldn't believe how much I had missed him. I also could tell that even though Mom and Dad were totally upset about the whole situation, they knew I was happiest when I was with him.

"So, I've been thinking…." I said

"About…?"

"Well, I can't remember where our baby was conceived,"

"You can't remember?"

"Well….it's happened quite often, and before you shipped out it happened a lot, which is when I'm pretty sure it happened,"

"No, because you found out a few days after I shipped out, you can't tell that fast,"

"Right, oh my God, how could I not know this,"

"Well….let's see, it would've had to have been way before last month, so it was either the time in the phone booth, or….the unfortunate time the power went out when we were in that elevator."

"Oh yeah," I sighed happily in nostalgia, then I said, "Wait, no, the time in the elevator was over five months ago, it had to have been when I had to come to the Naval Barracks the one time, or the phone booth,"

"Oh I remember the Barracks, I semi hope that's it,"

I laughed, "Yeah, I do too,"

About four and a half days after that, Dad insisted that he and Brad spend time together, he and I were both afraid Dad would kill him, but he kind of didn't have a choice about going, so he just agreed. Hormones had not been kind to me in the meantime, so all I had done was cry for no apparent reason. I awoke the next day, feeling not much better at all, and rose from my tear and mascara stained pillow. As I stood up, I looked at myself in my standing mirror, and gasped in shock. My stomach had suddenly grown, and now there was a semi large lump over my usual washboard stomach. "This is not good." I said to myself, "Now I going to have to wear maternity clothes!" This was not good news. I sulked over to the door, I had to talk to Mom.

Mom was downstairs, she still was thin, of course. And she looked nice, of course, when she saw me, she did a double take and said, "Oh my,"

"Yeah, I know. What am I going to do!" I whined

"Dana…." Mom started, "We'll have to go maternity clothes shopping," she paused, and continued, "Wow, that's something I never thought I'd say."

I smiled, I never thought she'd say it either, I was actually relieved Dad wasn't here, I could just see his expression, very frightening.

I could have sworn I was the only person under thirty in the Maternity store, and when I walked in with Mom, I felt so out of place. I think she did too.

A/N: A lil short, but I'll have a longer one soon. : ) -LiZzIe