The biggest purchase Mike made after we got married was a Harley. I had moved into his house, so there really was no need to buy one of those. We both already had our own cars, and we were both pretty satisfied. I guess a Harley was the only thing we didn't have. We were on our way to the christening of Steve and Laurie's little girl, Shawna, whom we were godparents to, when it got us into a little bit of trouble.

We had been feeling a little frisky as we got ready to leave, but were already running slightly late, so were behaving for once. We were zipping down one of the nearby main roads towards the church when he suddenly pulled off into a parking garage. I'm sure you can imagine what happened next.

"Mike!" I whispered urgently at the little reception being held at Steve's house after the ceremony.

"What?" He asked.

I stood on my tiptoes and whispered into his ear. "I can't find my underwear. Did we leave it somewhere?"

Mike grinned. "You bet your ass," he said.


I guess I was wrong when I said the only thing we didn't have was a Harley. What I should have said was that the only thing we didn't have that we could purchase was a Harley. What was really the only thing we didn't have was a baby. Until now.

I woke up vomiting about a month after Shawna's christening. I called into work, but vehemently denied I had morning sickness. Mike seemed to have other thoughts, however, and during the afternoon stopped off with a bag from the pharmacy.

"Here you go," he said, plopping the bag into my lap as I sat on the couch.

"What is this?" I asked, fingering the plastic handles of the bag.

"Saltines, water, vitamins," Mike grinned. "Oh, and a pregnancy test."

I refused to take it right then and there. I wasn't pregnant, you see, just had a virus. I think Mike was disappointed, but he took it well enough. He wasn't mad, anyway. A few days later, still sick, I decided it was worth a shot.

"Hey Mike," I said that morning, crawling back into bed.

"What?" He asked sleepily.

"I suck," I stated.

"Yeah, I know." Mike nodded, half-listening. He suddenly lifted his head, processing what I said. "Huh?"

I handed him the pregnancy test, complete with two pink stripes. "You were right, I was wrong. I suck."

A slow grin spread across Mike's face. "No, no you don't suck." He laughed. "Quite the opposite in fact!" He threw the test on the floor and grabbed me around in a hug.


A few days later, we had the whole gang over at the house. Steve and Laurie, Mom and Dad, Mike's parents, Dave and Ben, Jordan and his something or other, Adrene and Ruiz, and Sylvia and The Librarian. Everyone happy and all paired off. We had just spilled the beans, and the chatter was just starting to reach the point where I could actually understand what people were saying.

"So have you thought of any names yet?" Laurie asked.

"Not really, I mean…we just found out," I said.

Mike grinned at me and slung an arm around my shoulders. "Really? Because I was thinking Harley."

I slugged him on the shoulder. Steve pouted.

"She used to only do that to me," he sighed.

Laurie patted his hand. "Our little girl is growing up."

Steve nodded. "I guess I not only didn't marry the girl with the Strawberry Shortcake panties, I'm also not the first one to knock her up like everyone thought."

Thank God.

A/N: Okay…this is where I give you folks a job or two…first of all, this is a working title unless there is a consensus that it actually works…do you like it, or could I do better? Could YOU do better? Let me know. Also…I think some chapters need something else in between to make transitions smoother. I also think some of the story needs more bulk…is there anything you want to see happen? Thank you for reading!! 