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A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviews, favorites, and follows! They all make me so happy; you have no idea.

I included a scene not narrated from Farkle or Maya's POV, but rather Cory's, because her character is so important to this story.

Monday 2:13 PM

What do I need to bring tonight?

What class are you in right now?

Math; Mr. Crocker ran to the office and I know you have a free period. What do I need to bring?

Soda? Smackle's got popcorn and Lucas is bringing s'mores. Zay refuses to bring anything.

Requests?

Smackle likes root beer.

Coke, root beer, and Sprite good?

You're a gem.

Thank you?

"Where's Maya and Riley?" Smackle asks as they get situated, the huge TV screen coming to life.

"Riley had said she might not be able to come to a Monday night sleepover, and Maya's supposed to be bringing soda, but she might just watch with Riley," Farkle says, sliding down beside her with a kiss on the cheek that's barely noticeable.

"And no spoilers, Farkle!" Zay yells.

"No promises!" he calls back as Lucas finds the channel and sets the remote aside.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Cory asks from the bed, looking at her over the report he's reading. She stands in front of the mirror, furiously brushing her hair. It scares him. Sure, she and Riley may have made up, but he can still see the tension in her shoulders. Something is eating at her, and he has a sneaking suspicion he knows exactly what it is.

"About what? About how she basically threw the decision we made in our face without even knowing?" she says.

Ah.

"We could tell if you wanted to. She's old enough to understand, isn't she?" Cory says, setting the report down into the pile next to his gradebook and sitting up higher in the bed.

"Do you really wanna tell her that she was a mistake?"

"She's not a mistake; she's a happy accident," Cory reminds her. "Remember? Isn't that what you told your parents? And Shawn?"

"Still. She has no idea what we went through. We had to finish college; hell, I went to law school and had part-time jobs and internships with a toddler at home! You didn't get your master's after I'd graduated. We only have this apartment because our parents chipped in, and the amount of student debt we've accumulated between the two of us astounding, and you know it. Does she not realize how much younger the two of us are compared to some of the other families at her school? Just look at the Friars, for God's sake! He's almost fifty! We're not even forty!" she says, setting the hairbrush down and turning towards him. Cory stands up and wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

"Hey," he says. "We may not be the Friars, or the Babineaux, or the Smackles, who all married at respectable ages and planned their children. Most likely, that is. But we were still married when we found out, so doesn't that count for something? Katy and Kermit didn't get married until after she was pregnant. I'm too scared to ask the Minkuses about their story, but in that wedding picture they have hanging up in their main room, Farkle, Lillie, and Millie are all in it, so I think that says a lot about their situation." Topanga laughs at that, kissing him back.

"I don't think I'm ready to tell her. We're already such 'Do as I say, not as I do' parents. Let's not make it so obvious yet how many lies we've been telling," she says, laughing. Cory laughs with her.

"Let's go to bed," he says, and she nods.

"I've got to apologize to Auggie," she sighs. Cory laughs again.