Yeah, I'm going to continue this story. I don't know why I thought I'd end it there. I'll blame it on the pills. I also want to thank you for all the constructive criticism but yes, I do know how pregnancy works. Jeff and Britta did not sleep together- Jeff and Annie just assumed it was Jeff's. I'm glad you guys seem to be enjoying it. It's one of my first fics so I'm pretty happy with it. I should probably stop writing chapters at 11 and then not edit it… I put a little more effort into this one, so I hope it turned out well. Thanks for all the support. You guys rock.

"Troy," Britta inhales and exhales deeply. "We need to talk," she begins, sitting in the chair next to him.

"What? Why? You aren't breaking up with me, are you?" Troy asks frantically, seemingly on the verge of hyperventilation.

"No, of course I'm not," she assures him soberly. "I just want to talk about our future." Not necessarily here, in public, but she needed to talk to him. Sooner rather than later.

"Oh," he responds. "Okay," he frowns thoughtfully. There is an awkward pause here. Britta wants to go somewhere more private, but she does not want to make a big deal out of it. People will find out eventually and ask her questions. Questions she does not want to answer. She decides against suggesting a change in location. So where does she begin? "Go on," Troy prompts her gently.

"I'm, um, I really like you, Troy," she sighs. Seems as good a place as any.

"I really like you, too, Britta," he beams. She smiles weakly. He probably will not feel that way in about five minutes.

"Do you want kids?" she decides to open up with this question. Probably not a very wise decision, but this is Britta.

"What!? Um, not now, not really… Why, do you want kids?" Troy is now panicking. He thought he was getting dumped, but now she is talking about having kids? What?

"No, no, no!" she laughs at his reaction. "I never really have. It's just, that, I'm…" Britta forces out each word, pausing in between to gather her thoughts. "I, um, I can't…" how could she say this?

"You can't have kids?" Troy finishes her sentence, looking at her earnestly, a tenderness embedded deep in his brown eyes. She softens at his sweet gaze, pursing her lips and shaking her head slowly.

"Hey, that's okay," he shrugs. "I'm really sorry for you," he adds. "I mean, I know you didn't really want kids, but it would've been nice if you changed your mind." Troy and Abed had watched the episode of How I Met Your Mother where Robin thinks she is pregnant with Barney's baby but ends up being sterile the night before. She had said the same thing, so Troy could see where Britta was coming from. Britta would have been a great mom, could still be a great mom someday, and even if she never did become a mom, there is so much in the world she could still do.

"Exactly… and I've come to terms with that. But you don't want kids? I mean, you won't leave me because I'm not… I don't know… I'm purposeless?" she asks. It was true; she was purposeless in a man's eyes, especially a conservative one like Troy, the Jehovah's Witness. How she fell for a Jehovah's Witness was a mystery to her, but she had. She would do anything to keep it this way, too, but he had to know up front that she would never be able to bear him children if that is what he was looking for. Of course it was, he was a man, and she was a woman. Kids were bound to happen under normal circumstances. They were supposed to happen. Wasn't it against most religions to not have kids? Wasn't it against the societal norm Troy had so long subjected himself to?

"Purposeless!" Troy echoes, shocked at the heretic words that just escaped from Britta's mouth. "You aren't purposeless, Britta. You're independent and strong. You're going to change the world," he reminds her. Britta smiles shyly, embarrassed by his compliments. That was her ultimate goal, he knew. The world in her eyes needed changing. She wanted to demolish the gender roles, racism, and judgment that befell anyone who was different. If Troy believed in her, she could believe in herself. "Look, Britta, if we ever did want kids, we could always adopt," he suggests.

"Wouldn't you want a kid of your own?" she counters. She had struggled with that thought lately. She knew that there was the possibility of adopting, but what if she wanted a baby girl with her curly hair and Troy's brown eyes running around her kitchen. What is she saying?! Did she just step out of a sitcom from the 1950s? That is not what she wants! She does not want to be tied down by any child yet, anyway.

"Why would I care about that?" he replies. "Even if he or she was adopted, he or she would still be mine, because I would take care of him… or her."

"That's a good point…" she acknowledges.

"Besides, I don't want kids until after we're married, and I don't want that to happen at least until after graduation," he states. She blushes. Did he mean what he said? That they would be married someday? She liked that thought. That would not be until a long ways off, though. She leans in and kisses him lightly. He kisses her back, wrapping his arms around her tightly. They pull away, and Troy takes her hand in both of his.

"I love you, Britta," he tells her. This act of pure honesty begins a moment of vulnerability for Troy, one that seems to last forever. He examines the conflicting emotions playing across her face. Doubt? Horror? Flattery? He was never one who could easily read people, or read at all for that matter. All he knows is that she is beautiful, and he wants to marry her someday. Fear begins to creep up on him. What if she does not feel the same? What if it is too soon? Troy has never had an actual girlfriend before, especially one as amazing as Britta. His heart starts pounding, sending his pulse racing. The air has been knocked out of him, and he struggles to breathe.

"I love you too, Troy," she replies, tears forming in her eyes. She watches him sigh a breath of relief and smile at her, that smile reserved especially for her. She loves him. She loves that smile. She has never felt so loved before, nor has she ever truly loved before. He kisses her again, igniting a fire inside of her she had never noticed. Her heart soars, her pulse goes flying, and she never wants it to end. Butterflies flap their wings in her stomach hard and fast as Troy pulls away.

"I have a question," Troy declares. She gazes over at him expectantly. "Why did Jeff and Annie assume the baby was his if you guys haven't slept together in, like, a year?" Britta chuckles.

"I have no idea… maybe because neither one of them know how pregnancy works. And because I pulled them aside and told them separately first. But, seriously, did they really think it was Jeff's? I mean, come on, I'd kill myself before that would ever happen," she assures him.

"How does pregnancy work?" Troy asks, clearly lost after that first sentence. Britta giggles softly and shakes her head.

"It doesn't matter."

Well, I hope that was good. Maybe I should end it here? I don't know. Let me know if you still want me to go on. If you do, do you want it to end soon or do you want me to carry it on much longer? I'm just wondering. I really can't decide because I don't know how much you guys like it. Thanks again. I really appreciate all the support.