Maya's POV~ March 15th

"You brought everyone today I see," Dr Gilly said when she and the tech Julia entered the room.

It was admirably crowded in here, Mrs Friar, Lucas, Riley, Ma, Shaun, Topnanga, I and the doctors. "Yep, it's the big gender reveal today," I told the doctor.

"Oh, fun, fun. Any bets on the gender? Mom and dad stay out of it," The tech said, sliding over of a stool next to me and the monitor.

After Mom, Shaun and Riley took the side of a boy and Topanga, and Mrs Friar chose girl the tech started the ultrasound.

"So, not for the big gender reveal," the doctor announced. "It's a… boy. A right on size, healthy looking boy."

"Oh, he's so cute," Topanga said while the doctor was pointing out to us his limbs and head.

"He's the cutest baby I've ever seen," Riley agreed, giving my hand a squeeze.

Topanga whacked her shoulder lightly. "What about your brother?"

"So so," Riley simply said.

The doctor took back over. "Alright, I'm going to do the boring part of Maya's check up now so if any one wants to they can go wait in the lobby."

Mrs Friar, Topanga, Shaun and my mom went to the lobby while Riley and Lucas opted to stay. Julia gave me a paper towel to wipe the gel off my skin and then helped me off the raised bed. Dr Gilly took the measurements of my bump, compared them to last times and asked me a few questions that made Riley squirm.

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We were walking along the sidewalk in our large group headed to Topanga's restaurant to get food when we walked past the onesie shop. "Oh shoot, Lucas. I forgot to pick up the onsie last week, or three weeks ago," I said, grabbing hold of his arm.

"Really Maya?" he asked me, frustrated but not in a mean and angry way.

"Yes, really. Pregnancy brain," I shot back but he was already tuning into the shop and walking towards the back.

The older woman who was usually there was standing at the counter. "Hello there youngins! Thought you forgot about us. Come to pick up the onsie?"

"Yes we did, since Ms Preggers keeps forgetting to come by and grab it," Lucas said lightly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Pregnancy brain at its finest. Here you go and enjoy your day," she told us sweetly and turned to the computer where she had been working previous to our entry.

As we sat in benches in the bakery that Mathews matriarch owned, eating a variety of sweets and light sandwiches before I spoke up. "Don't tell anyone the baby's gender until Lucas and I do the official reveal."

Everyone nodded but agreed it would be so hard not to tell the world.

"Do you have any name ideas? Because I like Timothy and Luca," Riley cut in which got everyone going about name choices.

"Shh. Shush your faces everyone," I shouted when 'shh' didn't work. "We already chose the name of our son."

"Oh, oh what is it?" my mom asked happily, almost bursting with joy.

I looked at Lucas. "We're going to name him Holden. Holden Ryder Friar-Hart," Lucas said.

Everyone loved the name choice and couldn't wait to shower little Holden with love and affection.

After everyone had settled down and a quiet beat had settled over the room my mom whispered something I almost didn't hear. But I did. "We were going to name it Ryder if it was a boy."

"If what was a boy, Ma?" I asked her, putting down my cup of lemonade and looking at her curiously.

"Oh Maya, did I say that out loud?" she asked fearfully.

"Yes?" I answered, I didn't understand why she was so scared.

"You should tell her now Katy, before it slips out of someone else's mouth," Shaun said, caressing her shoulder and kissing her cheek. They were so cute together.

I can't wait for them to have a baby. I've always wanted a sibling, like really wanted a sibling. I thought to myself. We should definitely give Holden a sibling one day. Emphasis on one day, like once we have secure jobs. And our own apartment.

"Our baby, Maya," Ma said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Like me?"

"No, no. Your would be sibling." Her voice cracked and she sniffled a little bit.

"Would be? Did you have an abortion? When?" I asked, I was suddenly so angry I could flip a table. Why would she deprive me of a sibling when I wanted one so bad. If it was recently, before Shaun, when she was with the grubby Jean guy, I could have picked a job. Maybe two.

"No, no, Maya. I know how much you wanted a sibling I would never have an abortion," she said as if she knew exactly what was going on in my mind. (all things considered, she probably did because I was her daughter.)

"Then what happened? When?" I asked, still spitting mad. Then it hit me, like a punch to the gut. "Did you lose the baby?"

She nodded and let a cinematic, single tear run down her powdered cheek. "Nine weeks ago."

That was almost a week before you told her you were pregnant, Maya. she was probably so angry because she didn't want you to get hurt. My brain reasoned. I sympathize with her, I couldn't imagine losing Holden. He may not have been planned but he wasn't, certainly wasn't, unloved. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"We didn't want to upset you after the miscarriage, or get your hopes up when it was still alive and then you were pregnant," she said slowly.

"That doesn't matter! It was my sibling, you should have told me," I cried, looking at her bewilderedly. How could she keep this from me?

"We didn't even know if it was a boy or girl," Ma tried to reason.

"Do you think I care? It was my sister or brother that I wanted so bad. How could you keep that from me, even when it died? Especially when it died Ma," I said, fighting off tears of my own. I stood up and walked out of the pastry and up a flight of stairs into the busyness of the New York City streets.

I heard Lucas walk up behind me and just stand there. I felt his eyes on me, but he was giving me the space I needed to be angry. He was just great like that. Someday he would make a great husband to some lucky girl.

Who are you kidding, Maya? He's going to ask you to get married, you're having his baby and family is everything to him. Plus, you are his girlfriend. "C'mere," I said, using my hand to gesture him over.

He wrapped an arm around me and rested his cheek on my temple. "Are you okay?" he whispered.

I nodded against him and he pulled me into a bear hug. I leaned up and kissed the tip of his nose. "Let's go home," I whispered to him.

He nodded, took my small hands in his and started walking home. I leaned into his side as we walked in and took his scent in. holden better smell like this when he grew up, no smelly teenage boy thing going on in my house. Our house. Our home.

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"Kick. Any Day now Holden, kick," I said, looking down to my stomach. I had an ice cream bowl rested on the top of my growing bump and was rubbing the exposed skin with the hand I wasn't using to spoon feed myself ice cream. The 'pregnancy B' shape was beginning to form, although it was a very, very small B.

"He's already kicked to know that right or did pregnancy brain wash that away, Other One?" Lucas joked from the dining room where he was putting together the crib.

"Very funny. He hasn't kicked in a while, I'm worried. What if he isn't getting enough nutrient since I switched prenatals," I said, looking over at him. "Are you sure you don't need help with that? It looks inside out."

"It's fine Maya and you need to rest, start saving energy for when the baby wicks your ability to sleep," he said, never looking up from the crib.

"Look at you using big word like'wick'," I said in a teasing manner.

"'Wick' is four letters, I've heard you use bigger curse words, Shortstack," he said, standing up and making his way over to me. He sat down next to me and tuned into the football game the baby and I had been watching.

"Let's do the gender reveal post tomorrow," I said randomly some time in the third quarter of the game.

"On a Monday?"

"Why not?"

Lucas didn't say anything. "Do you think Holden is going to play football or Baseball like me?"

"Would it kill you if he didn't?" I asked him, muting the game and angling to face him. This could be a deal breaker, folks. He must love the baby no matter what, athlete or not, anything or not. Baby Holden comes first, my brain screamed at me.

"No, I was just wondering. He could be a drag queen for all I care," he said, turning to face me too.

"Well when you say it like that it sounds like you don't care at all," I said, furrowing my brow.

"I don't. In a good way, I'll love him and he'll be my son always," He said, putting a comforting hand on my knee.

"Good. Will you really always love him?"

"Nothing could make me stop," he assured me.

"Even if he was gay?" I asked him in a cop-like voice.

"Why do you keep bringing that up?" he asked me, looking up into my eyes. My breathing went haywire. Whether it was the baby or his eyes something was causing me an acute shortness of breath.

***FLASHBACK***

"Would you kick Holden out if he was gay?" I asked Lucas as we picked out a crib in Babies-R-Us.

"No, why?" He had answered and pointed to a wooden crib that you could get your baby's name engraved into.

"Well I read that out of every six people two will be LGBT+, that means if we have six kids at least one will be," I told him.

"If that's what Holden wants, then that ok. Now stop worrying about our unborn son's sexuality and pick a crib," he told me. He had picked up my hand that he had been holding and pressed a kiss to it.

***END FLASHBACK***

"Because I'm worried someone in the family will make fun of our potentially gay baby," I told him, my face wrinkling in worry.

"Baby-"

"Don't call me that."

"Princess-"

"Lucas."

"Other One, no family member of mine will make fun of another family member. If they do, we're no longer related to them," he promised me, pecking me on my lips.

I smiled broadly. "Good. now custody, we have to figure all this out before Holden is born. And oh god, he just kicked again," I said to Lucas and then to Holden. "Good boy!"

"What do you mean custody, Maya? We live together," he said. His voice was emotionless but his faced had lost all color and had pure fear etched into it.

"Well I mean one day we're going to break up and when we do we should have a plan," I said, suddenly very uncertain.

"You don't think we'll last?" he mumbled, looking me in the eyes and 'wicking' my breath away.

"Lucas we're high school sweethearts, look what happened to my parents," I said, trying to grab his hand but he pulled it away.

"So you're leading me on. You meant it when we broke up and not when we got back together almost three months ago?"

"Of course I meant it. It's just…"

A/N: To be continued…