The back door in the kitchen opened and Shawn held it open for Morgan to walk inside. The tears Topanga had seen in her face had been either wiped off or dried.
"Hi, sweetie. What did you want to tell us all?" Amy got up from her seat at the kitchen table and went over to Morgan to give her a hug.
"Um, I have some news." Morgan breathed as Amy sat back down. Shawn was leaning against the counter and looking at her intently, his lips tucked into his mouth, as if he were about to smack them.
"Morgan, what is it?" Cory asked his sister. "You know you can tell us anything," Cory looked at her with such concern in his eyes, Topanga felt guilty for not telling him what she'd seen. But she decided she did the right thing, and that Morgan should tell everyone herself.
"I, um...." Morgan's quiet, soft voice drifted off as she attempted to start her sentence again.
"Morgan,..." Topanga interjected. "It's ok. Tell us." She looked at Morgan, egging her on.
"Well...., I'm, uh, I'm.....pregnant!" Morgan stood completely still and stared at her family, waiting for a reaction, apparently oblivious to the fact that her face was once again drenched in tears.
"What?!" Amy yelled, standing up from her seat. "Morgan, you're seventeen years old!" There was rage in Amy's eyes that did anything but make Morgan feel good about coming clean.
"I'm.... I'm so sorry!" Morgan burst into tears and slapped her hands over her face, leaning her elbows against the counter next to Shawn. Amy walked over to her daughter and switched places with Shawn, who moved out of her way. Amy placed a gentle hand on Morgan's back and softly talked to her.
"Who got you pregnant, Morgan?" Amy whispered. But she spoke loud enough to fill the shocked silence of the room, and everyone had their ears perked, ready to hear the answer.
