A/N: Hi, everyone! Here's the next chapter.

So, there's some stuff I want to clear up because clearly, I've never been pregnant that far along and have horrible math skills hahaha. Okay so Kimberly "slept" with Nick on the Fourth of July. Our present time is September 4th. There's ten weeks between that time frame (I went back to 2004 and checked lol.) Kimberly slept with Tommy on August 2nd. That is five weeks prior to her sonogram. We all know that it's Tommy's baby. I've used my horrid math skills to add to the story line which will be explained in the story. For just a general overview, her doctor thinks she's seven weeks when she's actually five. Sorry for the confusion! I've only adopted a baby so that's all new to me. But her doctor is actually named after my amazing fertility doctor!

Huge thank you to all of you that have pointed out the error so I can fix it. Going forward, no math will be used to protect the characters in this haha.

Thank you for all the reviews and I hope you enjoy!


September 4, 2004

Angel Grove, CA

After changing, I headed out into the hallway with my sonogram pictures in hand. Tommy was at the end of it, leaning against the wall. He looked lost in thought, his eyes focused on the tiled floor under his feet. He almost seemed lost, like he had heard something that he wasn't sure he wanted to hear. I stopped for a second, watching him. Had seeing the baby really upset him? Did it make things more uncertain for him? Or did it make things more clear about how he had made the right choice in wanting to be friends? Either way, the look in his eyes reminded me of what he had lost his Green powers. He looked up when he heard my footsteps approaching. There was a small forced smile on his face as he gestured to the front desk. "Don't forget to schedule your next appointment."

"Right." I replied. I walked over and talked to the woman behind the desk for a moment, scheduling my next appointment. She made it for two weeks from today, warning me to try not to eat beforehand as I would be doing some sort of bloodwork that required fasting. She gave me a small card with the appointment date and time on it before I walked away. Tommy was waiting by the elevator for me. We made the long journey back to the outpatient clinic side of the building where his truck was parked, Tommy not saying a word in the process. Worry began to fill my chest the farther we walked in silence. What was wrong? Had I said or done something to upset him? How does stuff like this keep happening to me?

Out in the parking lot, Tommy and I hopped into his truck. He started the engine and pulled out of the parking garage, handing his ticket to the security guard in the booth before leaving the property.

"Is everything alright, Tommy?" I asked, unable to take the silence anymore. He nodded, giving me that same smile again.

"Yeah. It's nothing to worry about, okay?" He replied. I could tell he didn't want to say anymore by the way he turned the radio up. I sat back in my seat, staring out of the windshield while he drove. It only took about ten minutes to make it back to his apartment. I was hopeful to hear back from the police today about whether I could go home or not. The last thing I wanted was to force Tommy to have me in his apartment when he didn't seem thrilled to be around me.

As he parked the truck, I tucked the pictures into my purse. We both climbed out and headed up the stairs to his loft. Inside, there was no sign of Jason which told me he was still teaching downstairs. Tommy shut the door behind me and tossed his keys on the small table next to him. "Are you hungry?" He asked.

"Are you?" I questioned.

"I could eat." He replied. He headed into the kitchen and I sat on the couch. I could hear him moving some stuff around and wrappers crinkling. I tried to see what he was doing but his back blocked my line of sight. I heard the sound of plates scraping against each other and a bag being ripped open. He returned a few moments later with two plates in hand. There were sandwiches on them with a pile of chips next to them on each one. He also had two water bottles tucked into the crook of his arm. He held out a plate to me and I took it, allowing him to grab the waters. He handed one to me before sitting diagonally from me on the chase part of the couch.

"Thank you." I said, taking a chip and popping it into my mouth. He nodded.

"Any time. Hope you still like turkey and cheese." He said.

"Of course I do. It's my favorite." I smiled at him and he returned it, a more genuine one this time. "Tommy, what's the matter? I can tell something is bothering you."

"Yeah." He said, sighing. He set his plate on the coffee table in front of him. "It's really silly, you know? I don't even know if I should tell you because I'm embarrassed."

"Is this because of her flashing you my ass while she was doing the ultrasound?" I asked. He laughed, shaking his head.

"No. I'm sure I've seen it enough that it doesn't even phase me anymore. Not that you don't have a nice butt or anything. Not that I'm looking." He said quickly, a red tint to his cheeks. I smirked, taking a bite of my sandwich.

"Relax. It was a joke." I said, covering my mouth while I chewed. He sighed again, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I didn't want to bring it up because of everything you've been through with Nick and all but when I found out you were pregnant, all I could think about was that day at your work when we….you know…" He trailed off, waiting for me to finish the thought for him. I froze mid chew, swallowing hard after a moment.

"Right. Yeah. That." I replied, feeling the room grow ten degrees hotter in a matter of seconds. "What about it?"

"I don't know. I know you probably don't want to talk about it because of what happened but for some reason, I had this silly idea that maybe the baby could be mine." He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I know everything is complicated as it is already. I don't want to make it worse by bringing that up."

"It's alright." I said, feeling my fingers begin to tremble. I tucked them under the plate to stop it.

"Well, when we were at your appointment and the doctor said you were that far along, it kinda sealed in the fact that it couldn't be mine. I'm not the best with math but I know how to calculate that. I'm sorry. I know it might be selfish and all. I just was wondering. I don't know if I'd call it wishful thinking or not but at least I know now." Oh god. Tommy thought it was his baby. Why didn't he say anything before? This whole situation could have been easier if he had.

"Oh." I said, afraid to speak.

"Don't worry about it. I know it's Nick's now which is probably for the best. I know he's the last person on this Earth you should see but at least he won't be able to do anything from prison. It's not like they'll just give him custody of a baby. Besides, he's clearly not fit to be a father. Now, you won't have to worry about sharing that little bundle of joy with anyone."

"It's Nick's baby." I whispered. He nodded.

"I know. I know. I don't think that I really thought it was my baby. There might have been a small part of me that allowed myself to consider it but I knew the chances of it being Nick's were far greater. It's okay. I'm okay with it."

"Tommy, why would you think that I wouldn't want you to be the father?" I asked. He folded his hands together in front of them.

"Let's admit that things between us aren't exactly perfect. After our breakup and then everything that happened, us having a kid together probably would just make things that much harder on you. But, just because I'm not the father doesn't mean I won't be here for you. I will do whatever you need me to! If you have a midnight craving for pickles and ice cream, you just give me a call. I'll come running. I'm going to make sure you're not alone in this. Jason and Trini and the rest of the guys too. We will be one big group of surrogate aunts and uncles for the baby so they won't even notice that their father isn't here." What exactly was he trying to tell me here? That he wanted to be the father? Or that he was glad that it wasn't? I wasn't sure and his facial expression gave me no hints to what he wanted either. He just gave me that cheerful smile with his soft eyes and I knew he meant what he said about being there.

"Pickles and ice cream sounds absolutely disgusting. I don't care how pregnant I get. I will never request anything like that. Fried food and sweets? Oh, that will be for sure. I will have you running all over town. I appreciate it, Tommy." I said. "I know you guys are going to be the best support system during all of this."

"We're gonna be there for everything. You won't want us around I'm sure but we'll be there."

"Oh, I have no doubt about that one either." I replied, smiling. Tommy laughed, taking a bite from his sandwich.

"You just need to let me know if you need space. I mean, you've got a lot on your plate now with getting your life back together, having Marci around, and work. I'm here to help with whatever you need but if I get on your nerves, just let me know."

"Tommy, you could never get on my nerves. After all you've done for me, I think it's the least I could do to repay you. Besides, I'm going to need all the help I can get from everyone. I'm grateful that Marci will be there to help. I'm not sure how much she'll enjoy having a screaming baby around but at least she can help me do things around the house when I'll be too round to bend over."

"You got a long way to go before that happens. Though, I'm sure Aisha will be in the same boat as you."

"Before me even! So I can see just how much it's going to ruin my body before it happens."

"I don't think you have anything to worry about." Tommy said, finishing his sandwich. "You're young and in great shape. You'll be one of those hot moms."

"Tommy Oliver, such a charmer." I said, winking at him. He laughed, draining his bottle of water.

"So, how does it feel now that you've seen and heard the baby?" He asked.

"Real. Very, very real. I don't know why but it just didn't really sink in until the moment. After trying for so long, it just seemed too good to be true. Yet, it's happening." I replied. "And now, there's so much to do before May. I have to get a nursery set up, get everything I need, find a pediatrician." Panic began to flood me as I thought about all of that.

"Hey. It's okay. You have plenty of time for that. Besides, I'm sure the girls are already planning on throwing you a shower. We're gonna get you all ready for this baby before May. You can't do much anyway until you know what you're having." I nodded.

"That's true." I took another bite of my sandwich, looking at Tommy while I chewed. We sat quietly, eating our lunch. The only sound came from an occasional crunch of a chip between bites. Tommy looked more at ease now. I had been right. Him not knowing about the baby was the better option. I didn't want him to have to worry about his entire life changing just because of something that happened against our better judgement. This was the Tommy that I liked being around and one that would stay that way as long as I kept my mouth shut. But I couldn't help but wonder why he thought we shouldn't talk about it. I knew I had been just downright bitchy to him after the fact but I didn't think it would make him want to act like it didn't happen. Is that why he hadn't brought it up until now? "Hey, Tommy?" I asked.

"What's up?" He replied.

"Why did you think I didn't want to talk about that day at the theater?" I questioned.

"Well," He replied, setting his sandwich down. "I recall you saying it had been a mistake. I figured that you just wished it never happened." I shook my head.

"That wasn't the case. Tommy, I don't regret what happened. Do I think we might have done something silly and foolish? Yeah. Sure. But I was still with Nick and he was threatening to kill you based on the idea he thought we were cheating. If he had known it had really happened, I knew for sure he would try to follow through on those threats. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings that day. I just needed you to stay away for your own protection. The dude was clearly not thinking like a normal person and I didn't know what he would do to you if he knew." Tommy nodded, leaning against the couch.

"That's what I thought had happened when Marci and you showed up at Trini's. I thought for sure he had found out about us being together and that's why he had done that to you. I can't even begin to describe how guilty I felt because of it. I don't know what I would have done if you had died because of something like that happening. Was it because of that?" I snorted, shaking my head.

"No. It was for something stupid. So, I have this box of stuff I've kept over the years. Some of it is pictures and letters while I was in Miami. A lot of it was when we were on the team. Nick told me to toss it out years ago. I don't know why he had hated it so much and didn't want me to have it. Well, I've had it hidden since then. And he just happened to stumble across it that morning when I came home. There wasn't anything bad in there, either. Just some stuff I wanted to keep from my time growing up. He just went ballistic with all this rage and accused me of all this horrible stuff. Obviously now, I know he was probably high or something. But it really made no sense to me."

"Does Nick know you're pregnant?" Tommy asked, looking concerned. I nodded.

"He found my pregnancy test. He showed it to me last night before attacking me."

"Do you think he was trying to hurt the baby?" Yes, Tommy. I knew for a fact he was trying to kill me and our unborn child. I thought of the look in his eyes when I told him it was Tommy's baby and when he tried to choke the life out of me. I knew exactly what Nick was trying to do and how he was going to try to do it.

"I'm not sure. I think he just wanted to hurt me as much as possible. I mean, that would be the best way to do exactly that. I'd hate to think what would have happened if he had succeeded." I took a sip of my water. "Thankfully, I had two of my body guards rescue me just in time."

"I aim to please. Trust me. If he ever thinks about trying to hurt you or that baby again, he's going to have to suffer a wrath worse than Jason and I could give him. He'll have to answer to Trini and that's a fate worse than death." He replied, smirking at me. "Want some chocolate cake? There's some left over from one of the kids in my class's birthday the other day." He asked, standing up and taking our empty plates.

"Uh, duh." I said. "For the record, I'm pregnant. The answer to that will always be yes."