My Simpsons Guy Story

chapter 47: Meg is Enceinte

"Meg, how can you be pregnant!?" Lois squawked to her daughter. 

"Yeah, Meg, who was desperate enough to make a baby with you?" Chris scoffed.

"It was a boy, right?" Peter added.

Meg sighed, then looked angry as she put her hands on her hips. "Yes, and for your information, it was a boy who loves me like an obsession and I love him back! The one boy who would love and protect me, never doing anything to hurt me!"

"Meg, you can't get pregnant by some guy who's imaginary." Lois told her daughter.

"I'm talking about Bart!" Meg yelled out, now in tears. "You guys just don't care about me, I don't care what you do, I AM leaving home, but I'm moving in with the Simpsons!" she stormed upstairs to continue packing, but move to the Simpsons residence.

"MEG GRIFFIN, YOU GET DOWN HERE!" Lois snapped.

"Ah, don't worry, Lois, she'll be back," Peter folded his arms. "No matter what happens, she'll be back..."

"Yeah, she'll realize her mistake, leave this Bart guy and do the right thing and get an abortion." Brian said as he took a sip of a martini he made for himself.

After packing, Meg did not come back, she went to the Simpsons house. She finally came to Bart and since she let it all out about her pregnancy she had known about since Valentine's Day, she could finally say it with no trouble at all.

"You're what!?" Bart was a little shocked, but he hugged the girl he loved and desired. "Meg, why didn't ya tell me?"

"I wanted to," Meg said softly. "I was just a little scared..."

Marge looked a little firm, but not as much as Lois. "Now, I don't condone this child being born out of wedlock, and I'm not sure if I'm ready to become a grandmother... But either way, I'll love and support you both... As long as you can provide for this baby, Bart."

"I already can, Mom," Bart looked back at her. "I asked Meg if she would marry me and she accepted."

"Is this true, Megan?" Homer glanced at the girl. "Did you accept the boy's proposal?"

"Yes, I did," Meg nodded without an ounce of shame. "I was surprised, but I was very happy... I was also hoping that maybe we would be able to and I could tell him about our baby."

"Again, I'm not sure if I approve of this baby being born without married parents... But I'll accept my future grandson or granddaughter, I just wish you two waited until you were at least married." Marge told them gently, but still firm, like any good mother would.

"Yes, Marge." Meg gave a nod.

"Yeah, Mom." Bart also nodded.

"This is so cool, isn't it, Lisa?" Maggie beamed. "We're gonna be aunties!"

Lisa sighed, she felt a lot like Marge now, she had to admit though, it was exciting to become an aunt. She just always thought she would be the first one to get married and have a child to someone like a lawyer or a politician or maybe even a president. She voiced her support for Bart and Meg though. Congratulations, you guys."

"How far along are ya?" Homer asked.

Meg sighed. "Bart and I... Did the 'dance with no pants' on Halloween night."

"That means the baby will be born by the time you're out of school," Marge said, doing the math in her head. "Ever since Maggie grew up, I've always wanted to have another baby... If it's alright with you two, when you're seniors, I'll take care of the baby for you... It'll also give me good practice of being a grandmother."

Thanks Marge, that means a lot to us," Meg felt grateful to have known a woman like her. "Also... If it's not too much trouble... Could I move in here?"

Your house is our house, Megan, you know that." Homer smiled soothingly to the girl.

"Yeah, Meg, as long as you got us, you don't have to worry about anything ever again." Even Maggie was supportive.

Meg sniffled, she felt like for once she really belonged. Even though she was having a baby on the way, she wasn't even disgraced, but she did agree with Marge. Maybe if Bart wanted to have another child after they would eventually get married, they could do it and make it an official child. She just wondered what their kid would be like and what it would be like to have a baby of her very own.