A/N: I mostly wrote this story because it popped into my head while I was reading random fiction (and then I heard 'You'll Be In My Heart' on the radio). You see so many stories involving pregnancy but you hardly see past that and I thought this would be the best chance I had to test my own writing abilities. I didn't expect the first chapter to be greeted so warmly, and it kinda shocked me. Anyway here's chapter two, I've already scripted out an ending for this story and hope you guys enjoy this simple little journey. Don't forget to leave a review it means a whole to hear what you guys think, or any advice you have.

Benny's Baby

Chapter 2: Eric Weir

"I didn't think it be this cold," mumbled Benny again as he placed his son into the carrier. He gave Eric a smile as he secured the beanie on his head. "We better get going, don't want you to catch a cold."

"Ok obvious questions aside," said Ethan as he watched Benny lean in and place a kiss on the infant's forehead. "But why is his name Eric?"

Deep down Ethan knew the answer, but he needed to hear the actual reason from his friend. Benny sighed as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"I wanted to name him after his uncle, duh." Ethan and Sarah exchanged another look. "What?"

"Aw, you guys can't leave yet!" cried Rory with a frown. "I want to play with Eric more, can I least play with him at your house?"

"Sorry," said Benny with a smile. "But if I don't put this little peanut down for a nap he'll be up all night."

"Little peanut?" asked Sarah. "Who are you and what've you done with the real Benny?"

"I'm sorry but can I talk with Benny privately?" asked Ethan. Sarah nodded, and Rory let out a little whimper at being separated from Eric. A moment later the two friends were alone.

"Come on Ethan," said Benny already walking in the direction of his house. "It's cold out here."

Ethan ran to catch up to him the wind nipping at his face. "Ok, so where did Eric come from?"

"Remember how Erica and I were arguing the other day about what people are made of? Well I decided to put the rhyme to the test, I mean I had to use some biology too but this little bundle of joy was the result."

"And your Grandma?"

"She wasn't happy at first. In fact she was downright pissed when she discovered I had raided her magical items cabinet. When she saw Eric she practically melted, I honestly think she didn't ever expect me to have kids of my own."

"What about this baby stuff? You have a carrier, looks like clothes and diapers. There's no way you can afford this."

"We used some charms on my old baby stuff, its good as new. As for the diapers we're buying those, there's no way I'm using magic to clean those." He nuzzled Eric with his nose, the baby let out a squeal of delight. "Don't want you getting a rash now do we."

"What about school? Or your future, Benny this isn't a one day thing. This is a lifelong decision. I mean things will never be the same, ever. "

"You don't think I know that?" asked Benny with more force than he intended. When he saw the hurt expression on his friend's face he blushed. "Sorry, I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately. I was talking with my Grandma and she's going to help me with him during the school hours. I know it's not a permanent solution, but it's the best I can do right now."

"What happens when you graduate? Or if she can't take care of him?"

"I don't know," said Benny as he looked down at his son. "I didn't really think ahead this time."

"Maybe you should consider-"

"E, don't."

"But-"

"Eric may not have been created through traditional means, but he's still my son. He has my DNA, and I love him. I won't give him up. I'll make this work, even if it means I need to get a job or miss a few days of school."

Ethan looked away ashamed for having even mentioned the idea. "Sorry."

"It's ok, I get where you're coming from E."

They walked in silence; the only noises came from around them and the occasional giggle from the baby. When they neared their street Ethan spoke up.

"Speaking of DNA, you said you used biology when you uh… 'created' Eric. If you're his dad, then who's his mom?"

At this Benny turned a bright red color, and from the carrier Eric let out a giggle. "Oh you know just me, no one else in this mix, nope."

"Benny, you have blue eyes, his are more of a turquoise color. And he has blonde hair; no one in your family has blonde hair."

"Ok, so maybe there's another person's DNA in here that doesn't belong. Who cares? Not me! Besides it's no one you know I swear."

"His name is Eric."

"That doesn't prove anything."

"Erica's the mom isn't she?"

"Not my smartest naming choice."

"Benny," groaned Ethan as he covered his face with his hands. "I knew it, that's why you did want her to know about the meeting in the park."

"She doesn't need to know about this."

"You have a son now, if you think all of Whitechapel won't know by the end of the week then you're in for a big surprise. Rory knows, and if Rory knows something then it's bound to get out."

"He kept his secret identity as Pranksy secret."

"Until he told everyone."

Benny said nothing as silence fell over them again. He looked down, and couldn't help but smile at his sleeping son. "She doesn't need to know he has her genetics in him."

"I won't tell her, but doesn't she have a right to know? I mean he's as much her son as he is yours."

"I-I don't know."

They had reached Benny's house, and Ethan stopped at the porch.

"If you need anything just give me a call, after all I live next door. And congratulations, I'm not sure what to say in a situation like this."

"Thanks Ethan," said Benny as he opened the door and entered the house. His Grandma was still out and he let out a pent up sigh. If she knew he had taken out his son out, he shuddered at the consequences. He walked up the stairs to his room and opened the door. The blue bassinet next to his bed looked as good as new, when his Grandma wanted to she could perform some really awesome magic. He slowly pulled Eric out the carrier doing his best not to disturb his sleep.

"Shh, shh , shh" whispered Benny as he held him in his arms. He pulled off the beanie, checked his diaper and then gently lay him down. For a moment he just stood there, Eric was so small. Deep down he knew he shouldn't have taken him out, but being in the house was driving him insane. He thought about what Ethan had said, would keeping him be the right thing to do? Eric hadn't eaten in a while; maybe he should wake him up and feed him? How much was he supposed to eat? His Grandma had told him all these things, but being alone had suddenly unnerved him. Maybe he wasn't cut out for this...

He bit his lip uncertainly, and tried to figure out Eric's age. He was so little, and the circumstances far from normal. He could be four or five months or maybe even three. The only thing they knew was he wasn't in the first two, and to Benny that meant it was ok to take him out. It had been cold, what if he had gotten sick?

Eric started to cry and Benny did the only thing he could think of- he began to hum. After a few moments his son quieted down. He felt his heart suddenly swell with pride, and he took a seat on his bed. He opened his phone and found four new messages. The first was from Sarah.

I've babysat babies before I know a bunch of things if you need help. Congrats.

Next was Rory.

If you need someone to play with Eric I'm here! And I don't sleep! EVER! :)

The third was from Erica, and perhaps was the most shocking of all.

Sorry for being mean to you the other day.

She never apologized for anything, this was something entirely new. Benny thought it over for a moment and felt oddly warm. He sent back his own apology and a thank you. The last message was from Ethan.

Like I said, I live next door. Congrats on becoming a dad.

Benny leaned back in his bed and stared at the ceiling, he read Ethan's message again and then decided to test the words.

"I'm a dad."

He let the words sink in, and found himself smiling. He liked the sound of it, it felt right. Maybe, just maybe he could do this after all.