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Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or its characters. They belong to Jason Katims, among other people. I am merely borrowing his great creation (Roswell) and putting my own spin on it.

Rating: PG-13

Summary/Description: Maria becomes pregnant and has to tell Michael.

Category: Michael/Maria

Author's Notes: I know this story has been done, but where others have stopped I'm going further. I'm sorry, that sounds so corny! Feedback is always welcome!!

Michael thought back to the conversation he's had with Maria just two and a half months earlier. It had started out as a normal day, but nothing would ever be regular again; for either of them.

High school students swarmed around the two of them the day Maria broke the news to Michael. When they saw each other in the hall, they both smiled and gave each a good morning kiss. Maria seemed a little distant that morning though, and Michael noticed immediately. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. Maria took a deep breath before answering.

"Can we go somewhere to talk? Privately?" she whispered.

"Of course. You don't care about skipping homeroom?" She shook her head silently and said:

"This is more important." Michael slipped his arm around her waist and guided her to the double doors. "Could we go to your apartment?" Maria asked. Michael nodded without asking why.

When they arrived, he realized that she hadn't said a word during the entire drive. He looked over at Maria and saw that her eyes closed and her lips were moving slightly, as if she were trying to memorize a speech. "We're here," Michael said as he gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face. She opened her eyes but still had the solemn expression on her face.

When they reached the door, Michael saw that Maria's hands were trembling. He reached out and took them in his own. She barely noticed. They sat down on Michael's couch, and a few moments later, Maria spoke. "Michael, I'm not going to beat around the bush any. Do you remember what we did three weeks ago?"

"You know I do, Maria."

"I'm late." It took a minute for him to realize what she had just told him.

"How late?"

"Thirteen days."

"Are you sure about this? Like one hundred percent positive?" Michael asked as Maria nodded silently again. There was absolute quiet in the room for a few seconds before he said: "It'll be okay, Maria. We'll help each other through this."

"Did I ever tell you why my parents separated?" she asked out-of-the-blue. Michael shook his head. "When my mom was sixteen, she got pregnant. My father promised to be there for her and the baby. One day, he dropped her off at the doctor's office for a check-up. When the appointment was over, he was gone. She hasn't seen him since. I just always figured that I'd be a single parent too"

"You're not going to be," Michael said softly, but convincingly as he moved closer. "This child is always going to know and love its father. And it's father is always going to love its mother." Maria smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "What's next?" he whispered in her ear.

"We have to tell my mother."

Here's the rest!: Note: I changed a couple of the characters personality. I hope it doesn't matter to anyone who may read this!

It is one month later, and Maria and Michael have told Liz, Max, Isabel, and Tess (Who I didn't really include in this story; I kinda forgot about her.) about the pregnancy, but not Amy. They are sitting in the living room waiting for her to come home...

"How's she gonna react?" Michael asked, echoing Maria's thoughts.

"She's going to be mad. She's going to be upset. But most of all, she'll be scared. Scared that I'll turn out like her," she ended solomnly. The side door from the garage opened, and then they heard a voice.

"Maria, honey, I'm home!"

"Mom, could you come in here for a minute? Michael and I need to talk to you about something."

"What's wrong?" Amy asked, coming into the room. "You look upset."

"Ms. DeLuca, you might want to sit down," Michael said soothingly, taking her hand and guiding her to the sofa. After a few moments of anticipation, Maria finally said:

"Mom, I'm pregnant." There was absolute silence in the room as Amy rose and walked over so she was looking Maria straight in the eye. Then, almost out of nowhere, she raised her hand to slap her. When it was just inches away, Michael reached over and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't you lay a hand on her!" he said fiercely.

"She's my daughter..." Amy began. Sensing a nasty argument, Maria backed away from Michael's side. Trying her hardest, she managed to look dizzy and disoriented. She allowed herself to fall to the floor with a loud thump. Come on Michael, come over here she thought to herself.

Michael and Amy heard Maria fall at the same time. Michael had his back to her so he turned around to see what had happened. What he saw was Maria passed out on the floor. He rushed over to her, leaving Amy standing there dumbfounded. Quickly, he scooped her up in his arms and started to carry her to her room.

"Where do you think you're taking my daughter?" Amy asked defiantly.

"I'm taking her to her room where she can lie down and be more comfortable. I'm taking her away from a mother who doesn't love her," Michael responded sharply as he walked down the hallway. Amy was taken aback by his harsh words, and it took her a minute before she followed them down the hall.

When Michael carefully laid Maria down on the bed, her eyes hadn't reopened. Hurriedly, he closed and locked the door before Amy could come in. As he returned to her bedside, he noticed that she was awake. She put one finger to her lips and said: "Shh."

"Are you alright? What happened?" he whispered. Maria saw a look of despair on Michael's face.

"I was faking. It was just an act. My mother was about to get really angry. I got scared," she responded in a voice that was barely audible.

"Why were you scared?" he asked quietly. Maria grew silent for a moment and then said:

"My mother has a short temper and excellent marksmanship." Just then, the two heard the sound of a key being furiously turned in the lock and the bedroom door being opened. Michael, who was now sitting on the bed beside Maria, wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

"Mom!" she said with mock enthusiasm. "Michael and I wanted your opinion for baby names," she lied. "I was thinking of Lauren if it's a girl and Peter if it's a boy. But, he liked Mandy and Zachary. What do you think?"

"Don't even try to feed me that bullshit!" Amy yelled, and Michael pulled Maria closer. "I'm not going to waste my time lecturing you two about safe sex!" she continued to scream. "You've already screwed up! The mistake has already been made! You're damn lucky that you've got me here to clean up the mess you two have gotten yourselves into!" She walked over to the phone and began to dial. "I'm setting up an appointment for you to have an abortion," she said calmly.

"NO!" Maria screamed at the top of her lungs. "I won't do it! This child isn't a mistake! It's not a screw up or a mess!" she continued as she stood up and backed toward the door. "Michael and I love each other! This child is proof of that! If you have a problem with your daughter falling in love, then you can go fuck yourself over the moon!" With that, she and Michael stalked out of the room.

When Michael caught up with Maria, she was sitting in the backseat of the car with her knees drawn up to her chest. She was rocking back and forth slowly, and he could hear her crying faintly. He walked over to the car and got in, sitting beside her. Taking her in his arms, he murmured: "Shh. It'll be okay. It's okay." Then he stopped, coming to a realization. "Maria, you've gotta calm down. It can't be good for the baby for you to be so upset."

"Michael, can you take me to Max and Isabel's?" she whispered. From the look on her face, he knew there was a problem. He moved to the front seat and started the car.

"I get the feeling this won't be a social call," Michael said worriedly. "There's something wrong, isn't there?" he continued in the same voice.

"I'm gonna tell you something, but you gotta promise me that you won't get upset, because you're driving, okay?" He nodded in agreement. "When I was arguing with my mother, I suddenly felt this...empty, feeling inside me."

"Empty feeling? What do you mean?" he said already knowing the answer.

"I think I might have miscarried during that argument. I just want Max and Isabel to confirm or, hopefully, deny my suspicions."

"We're here," he said. When they got out of the car, Michael gave Maria a gentle kiss on the forehead. Before they could ring the doorbell, Isabel opened the door and immediately asked:

"What's wrong?"

"Hi, Izzy," he said. "Who all's here?"

"Just me and Max. Why?"

"We think there might be a problem with the pregnancy," he said quieter still. "Could you check her out?"

"Yeah, of course," Isabel responded. "Max, get in here!" she yelled.

When Max came out from the back yard, he and Isabel led Michael and Maria to his room. Maria laid down on his bed, facing the window, and closed her eyes. As Max placed his hands over her stomach, she began to whisper: "Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name." Then, Michael joined her, followed by Isabel. Max was the only one not praying aloud because he was trying to connect to Maria. "Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen." The three of them recited the prayer over and over again until Max broke the connection with a tragic look on his face and tears of sadness in his eyes. Everyone then knew the truth.

Maria sat up and began to sob. Michael, who was crying too, went over to her. Isabel, who had tears streaming down her cheeks went to her brother for comfort. After a few minutes of terrible mourning, she said to them: "You need to give your baby girl a name." Maria and Michael looked up at her in surprise as she explained: "It helps with the healing process."

"Who's the most important girl in each of your lives? Besides Maria, Michael," Max offered helpfully.

"Liz," Maria said just as Michael said: "Isabel." Then at the same time they silently agreed on a name. "Lizabelle," they whispered at the same time, smiling for the first time in what felt like ages.

"Thank you, guys," she said quietly. "Thank you."

That night, when Maria fell asleep, God came to her in a dream. "My Child," he said to her. "Please don't think that I didn't hear your prayers. I heard them loud and clear. But it was your baby girl's time to come and live with me for eternity. You will feel better in the future, I promise you this." Then he ended with: "Goodnight, Maria. Pleasant dreams."

THE END