A/N: I know, I know. I keep saying this is the last chapter when it never is. But I keep getting ideas to add on! So this is now a three shot! TA-DA!
The silence was deafening.
Plop. Plop. Plop. They really needed to get that sink fixed.
A nervous breath was let out.
"Coop?" Summer Cohen walked cautiously into the bathroom. "What does it say?"
Marissa shook her head. "I can't look."
"Oh." The brunette nodded. "Do you… want me to?"
"Yeah, I think that would be best."
"Okay." Summer grabbed the white stick sitting on the base of the sink and looked up. "You ready?"
Marissa shook her head. "No. But tell me anyway."
"Coop…" the soft tone in her best friend's voice made her look up. "You're gonna be a mommy."
"Oh my god." The words slipped from her lips quickly. "Don't tell Ryan."
Summer's eyes widened. "What? Why not? He's gonna be so excited!"
"No, he's going to freak out!"
"You're crazy! He won't freak out."
"He will." Marissa said firmly. "And I can't handle that right now."
"Marissa," the use of her first name made the blonde look up to see her friend's face solemn. "You're pregnant. And Ryan is going to be happy and you guys are going to have a beautiful child together. You have to trust me on this one."
Marissa sighed. "You can't tell him yet; Or Seth, or anyone for that matter. Especially not Seth."
"I'm going to tell him. I just need some time to figure out how. Promise me you won't say anything Sum."
Her friend frowned. "Fine, I promise. But I don't like it."
"So then I said 'No that's not possible because Superman's ultimate weakness is-' Ryan? Hello?"
Ryan Atwood was immediately sucked back into reality by snapping of his best friend/ brother's fingers in his face.
"Dude, you completely spaced out on me." Seth complained.
Ryan glanced around the café they had met at for lunch. "Sorry. I just… have a lot on my mind."
Seth's eyebrows rose. "Do share."
He paused tentatively for a second. "I found this last night in the garbage can." He said passing the object over.
"Okay…. It's a pregnancy test." Seth stated obviously. "And I'm guessing the little plus sign means it's positive."
"Yeah, I got that part."
"Then what the hell am I holding this pee stick for?"
Ryan rolled his eyes. "Summer was over hanging out with Marissa yesterday-"
"And you don't know whose it is." Seth finished. "Well it's not Summer's."
"What? How do you know that?"
"She started her period this morning. I know because she came in and was yelling about how men are all jackasses and how Mother Nature is the spawn of Satan; Oh, and because she said it was my fault she ran out of tampons. Although she did act really weird when she got home last night."
"So…. This means…"
"Marissa's pregnant." Ryan said slowly. "Oh my god."
Seth frowned. "Uh-oh. I know that face. That's the ever-so-rare Ryan Atwood scared face."
"She's pregnant, Seth." He snapped. "What the hell am I supposed to do?"
Noticing that they were now attracting attention, Seth grabbed his arm and led him outside to a nearby bench. "Okay, first of all you're going to calm down. You and Marissa have been married for over three years now; you have a house, a steady income, plenty of room, jobs. Not to mention the fact that you two are still solid and honeymoon-ish. Ryan," he looked him in the eye. "It's gonna be fine. In fact, it'll be great."
"Then why hasn't she told me?"
Seth shrugged. "She's probably just as scared as you are."
Ryan put his head in his hands for a moment, thinking. "I can't do it. I can't be a father."
"Why the hell not?"
"I- I'd screw up." He said weakly. "I mean I grew up in Chino! I got in fistfights all the time; I had no parents to look up to. I'd mess this kid up so badly and then it and Marissa would hate me."
They were both quiet for a minute before Seth responded. "You know my dad always told me that everyone has a father and a mother. You know, the X and Y chromosomes of your creation. But not everyone has a mom and dad. Because the moms' and dads' are the ones you can look up to. The one's who support you and love you and make sure you're happy." He shrugged. "You have both. I mean sure, your father may be in jail and your mother might be… god knows where. But your mom and dad are a few miles away. And they're the ones that helped make you a better person."
Instantly a picture of Sandy and Kirsten popped into Ryan's mind. Seth was right. His biological parents were never his real parents; he had accepted this a long time ago. But Sandy and Kirsten… they were his family. And it was because of them that he was the person he was. If they hadn't taken him in and given him a chance… everything would be different.
"You learned from our parents." Seth continued. "You're like them, not Dawn and Frank. And you're gonna be an awesome dad."
Ryan stood up. "Thanks man."
"No problem. God knows you've helped me through my share of problems, now I finally got one up on you." He patted Ryan's shoulder. "Now go talk to your wife."
"Marissa?" His voice carried as he entered the Model Home. It was strange that even after living there for almost three years everyone still called it that.
"Ryan?" her response finally came. "I'm up here."
He followed the sound of her voice up the staircase to find her lying on top of the made up bed.
"I thought you said you were hanging out with Seth this afternoon." She said giving him a peck on the lips.
"I was but… I needed to talk to you."
She nodded somewhat nervously. "Okay, shoot."
Wordlessly Ryan set the pregnancy test on the bed between them and stared at her.
Marissa closed her eyes. "Dammit." She whispered.
"When were you going to tell me?" he asked quietly.
She glanced down at her hands, as if the words would appear there. "Soon. I just didn't know how."
Ryan nodded understandingly. "Well… since it's out in the open now…"
"We need to talk about it." She finished.
"I know we've talked about kids before-"
"But it was always so far in the future-"
"And now it's not." They sat in silence for a minute before he gave a small smile. "It would be kinda cool though, a little bit of me and you combined."
"Yeah. The perfect mix of each of us." She sighed. "I'm scared."
"We haven't had the best role models to look up to."
"And we've made plenty of mistakes."
"That's definitely true." She agreed. "But I'm glad you know."
He nodded and took her hand. "Me too."
She let out a breath. "So what now?"
He thought about it. "I think now we celebrate."
Marissa glanced up to meet his eyes. "Do you really think we can do this?"
"I think it'll be hard. But if we stick together, yeah, I think so. And since I don't ever plan on leaving…"
"I guess we'll make it." She grinned. "We're having a baby." She said gently.
They're faces broke into simultaneous grins. Ryan grabbed her around the waist, kissing her hard and passionately, and twirled her around, causing a squeal to escape from her mouth.
"You're pregnant!" He repeated.
"I'm planning the shower!"
"He's a man!" Summer and Seth both yelled rushing in.
Ryan and Marissa looked up incredulously.
"How in the hell-"
"Summer called and spilled the beans right after you left." Seth explained. "We've sort of been listening out in the hall since you got here."
"Cohen shut up! You're not supposed to give away everything!" Summer exclaimed smacking his arm.
"Ow! Woman, that hurt!"
"Good!" she turned to Marissa. "Coop you're gonna have your own little family!"
"Summer and I can move in and be nannies." Seth added.
"Um thanks for the offer Seth, but-"
"Not a chance in hell."