Izzy sat on the bathroom floor, kneeling over the toilet and holding her hair away from her face. Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest, and she felt incredibly sick to her stomach. She had been sitting there for what felt like hours, but had actually been about fifteen minutes.

She leaned back against the wall and wiped her mouth with her hand, finally getting to take a breath. Finally she had a break from all the vomiting, and her mind began to wander. She wondered why she was so sick all of a sudden. Was it from the nerves from Hyde's big record store news? Was it the chicken that she and Eric made the night before? Or was it...

Her heart dropped. No, it couldn't be.

She knew she was late, but that could be chalked up to anxiety, or her new exercise routine, or... No, she was on the pill. This couldn't happen.

Couldn't it, though? What if she forgot to take one, and just didn't notice? No, she was too meticulous about that. On the other hand, those things were supposed to be accurate, but not perfect. What if she was the outlier?

She would have to find out, one way or another. She knew home tests were easier, but they still took hours to show accurate results. Izzy could never stay hidden in the bathroom or her own room for that long without raising questions.

No, she would have to talk to someone. But who? She couldn't discuss this with Kitty, she'd freak. Red, too. She could go to Hyde, but he was so focused on the record store opening, and she didn't want to make him stress more. Of course she would tell him soon, just... after the store opened. If there was anything to tell him at all. Izzy went through all the others in her mind. Eric would start twitching, Fez would sexualize this, Jackie would talk about the weight gain that went along with the whole thing, Donna would-

Donna.

Donna was the best bet. She was the only one in the group that had a good head on her shoulders, and knew what to do under pressure.

Izzy would talk to Donna. Everyone was down in the basement at the moment, but they lived right next door to each other, it's not like it would be difficult to track her down later in the evening. As long as no one else knew anything until Izzy saw a doctor (one that didn't know Kitty), it would all be fine.

So she flushed the toilet, grabbed her toothbrush and some mouthwash, and tried to make it look as though she wasn't experiencing yet another life-changing moment.

-

"Man, I can't believe Thanksgiving's tomorrow," Donna said, sitting on the basement couch.

Hyde nodded. "It's that special time of year to give thanks, get your friends drunk, and dress them up like a lady pilgrim." He looked over at whatever was making noise by the stairs and saw Izzy walking into the basement, her face a pale greenish color. He knit his brow. "Hey, Izzy Bee. You feelin' okay?"

She looked up at him, as though surprised by the acknowledgement. "Yeah! Yeah, I- I'm fine. Does anyone have any water I can steal?"

Eric chuckled. "The beer's in the shower, Iz. You know this."

"No. No, um... water." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'm feeling kinda... queasy. I just need some water, I'll be fine." Donna handed Izzy her water bottle, who immediately took it and began taking small sips. She sat on the armrest next to her, and looked around the room. "Sorry to interrupt. What were you guys talking about?"

Kelso grinned. "Fez as a lady pilgrim!"

Izzy's eyes widened. "Ooh, the annual Pretty Pilgrim Promenade?"

"Jokes on you all!" Fez said. "This year, I'm getting into the dress before I get drunk!"

Kelso shrugged. "So long as it happens. I had Thanksgiving dinner last night with Brooke and the baby, just so I could be here tonight for Fez and the dress."

"Okay guys," Eric said, pulling out a record. "I've got something really different planned for Thanksgiving," he placed the record onto the player, "but instead of telling you about it, I'm gonna let it wash over you."

Jackie scowled. "Wait Eric, maybe you should let some soap and water wash over you first, cause since you've been outta work, you've been a little bummy."

Eric said nothing, and just hit play on the music. The opening notes of "The Grand Illusion" quickly filled the room, and Eric began singing along and gesturing wildly with his hands. "Welcome to the Grand Illusion, come on in and see what's happening! Pay your price, get your tickets for the show!" He mimicked the guitar playing, and when he noticed everyone's reactions, he turned right around and pulled the needle off the record.

"Is that Styx?" Donna asked, holding back laughter.

Eric nodded excitedly. "And they just announced a concert on Thanksgiving night! Now if we camp out for tickets, by tomorrow we could be watching five guys in spandex suits, shakin' their hair sweat on teenage girls!"

Hyde made a face. "Man, even if I liked Styx--which would mean I was born without ears--I still can't go. My dad wants me and Angie to open the record store by midnight tomorrow."

"Man, Angie's so pretty," Kelso said, sighing dreamily. "Y'know, lookin' at Angie is like lookin' at... something else pretty."

"Very well said," Izzy moved to sit into Hyde's lap. When he went to wrap his arms around her, she put his hand on his forearm and moved it away from her stomach, still feeling nauseous. He instead took her free hand, the one that wasn't still holding the water bottle, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Donna, you in for some Styx?" Eric asked, waiting eagerly for a response.

Donna raised her eyebrows. "Eric, I'm a DJ. I can't be seen at a Styx concert. It's in my contract."

Eric's smile dropped slightly. He thought for a moment, then turned around. "Fez! What do you say, my man from another land?"

"Eric," Fez said very seriously, "where I come from, we have a saying: Eugh, Styx."

-

"Donna, I need to talk to you," Izzy said, following her around the record store.

Donna laughed. "If you're trying to get me to go see Styx with your brother, just forget it."

"No. No, that's not it. I-"

"Remember, kids!" William called out to those in the store, effectively cutting off Izzy's thought. "Music is... joy. Comfort. A band-aid for a wounded soul. And if you get people to believe that crap, you're gonna sell a lot of records. Now, here are the keys to the store."

He held up a set of keys, and Angie reached up and swiped them from his hand before Hyde could even react. "Thank you!" She said, before turning to Hyde. "I just figured whoever hasn't been in prison should hold the keys."

Izzy walked over and took Hyde's hand in his. "For your information, he's been to jail. Not prison. It's different."

William chuckled. "I thought this would happen. So I made an extra set for you, Steven," he reached into his pocket and handed Hyde another set. "Everybody gets keys."

And with that, William went to tend to other matters. Hyde looked around at all the boxes that needed to be unpacked and huffed. "Alright. Well, as co-manager of this record store, my first order is... a pizza."

"Are you crazy?" Angie said with a scowl. "We have to start unloading records."

"'Kay, look," Kelso said, walking up to Angie. "I dunno about these other jokers, but I am here to help. So if you need to get anything off one of these high shelves... I'll be happy to watch you reach for it."

Hyde clapped his hands together. "Alright guys. We got a ton of boxes to unpack, posters to hang, so let's hit it."

-

"I love hittin' it," Hyde said with a grin, handing the joint to Izzy.

Izzy looked at it for a second, weighing all the possibilities and outcomes of what could happen if she put this little thing to her lips. Normally, she'd do it without a second thought. After the morning she had, though...

"I'll be right back," she mumbled, handing the joint to Jackie and rushing into the bathroom.

She practically skidden onto her knees in front of the toilet, right in time to feel her lunch come back up. She was barely able to relax once it was all over, for the door, which she had left slightly ajar, banged open.

"Forwoman! We're trying to think of names for- what's wrong?"

Izzy felt her stomach turn over again and she leaned against the porcelain bowl. Kelso knelt down and pulled her hair out of her face. "D'you have a..." She held out her wrist, and he took the hair tie off from around it and began to tie her hair back. He waited until she was done, rubbing small circles into her back.

"Bad trip?" He asked with a grin. She looked up at him and chuckled, despite feeling disgusting. If there's one thing he was great at, it was making people laugh in the shittiest scenarios.

She wished she could tell her heart to stop beating so fast. Why did it always feel like there was a pit in the bottom of her stomach, and like her heart was always about to rip right through her blouse? She never felt this way before, but for a little while now she had been feeling like this every single day.

"Kelso, I think I'm pregnant," she said, her voice raspy from all the throwing up.

He stopped, his brow knit. The cogs in his mind turned for a few moments, and then his face broke into a wide smile. "Alright, nice one, Izzy Wizzy!" She felt her heart sink. Of course he wouldn't take her seriously, he was stoned out of his mind. "Now c'mon, they're talking about what we should name this place! You're creative, you gotta help us!" He took her hands and helped her to her feet. "I don't want you smokin' or anything, you shouldn't throw up any more today. But you gotta be there for this momentous occasion!"

She laughed weakly as the two walked back into the main room. "I didn't even think you knew what the words momentous occasion meant."

"Oh, well I know a lot more than y'think."

"I'm sure you do, big guy."

The others greeted Izzy back to the circle with a wispy hello. She sat down next to Hyde, who watched her with clear concern in his eyes. "Are you sick? Do you need anything?"

Izzy raised her eyebrows and glanced around at the others. They were all awaiting her response with wide eyes. This was strange. She had never been the only sober one of the group. "I- I don't... Maybe- I think it's, um, just food poisoning," she coughed, feeling the secondhand smoke lingering over the group. It was a lot easier to notice when her head was clear. "So. What were you guys thinking of naming the place?"

"I think we should call it Hot Wax Records," Donna said. "But with a Z! Recordz. Z's are so rock and roll!"

Izzy laughed. "Like Ziggy Stardust."

"Exactly!"

Hyde thought for a moment. "Funk Man's House of Funk," he paused. "Funk Man's Funky House of Funk. Funky Man's Funky House of Hitting It! You guys writing this down, or what?"

Jackie scrunched up her nose. "No way, that's too complicated. You need something that sounds hot and upscale," she gasped. "You should call it... Jackie."

"If you want hot and upscale," Fez said, "you should call it... Dijon Mustard!"

Kelso shut his eyes tightly, trying to think of a name. "What about, uh, Head Food? Headsies?" He gasped. "The Head."

Donna nodded. "That's kinda cool. The Head."

"The Head," Hyde mumbled.

"The Head!" Fez breathed.

Izzy pinched the bridge of her nose, laughing. "You guys are so baked. I love you all so much."

Angie walked into the main room, her brow knit. "I smell something burning," she said, looking around.

Izzy looked up at her with a soft smile. "That'd be them."

"Oh! Man!" Hyde exclaimed, just now noticing that Angie had joined them. "We just came up with the best name for the record store. It's, um..."

"The Funky Mustard House!" Donna said loudly.

Jackie shook her head. "No, I thought we settled on Jackie."

Kelso giggled. "I just had it, and it popped out of my head."

"That's it!" Fez breathed. "Poppers!"

Angie looked at them as if they all shared one brain cell. Which, to be fair, they did. And it was currently being used by the blonde that wasn't trying to touch air molecules at the moment. "This is a chain," she said, crossing her arms. "All the stores are called Grooves."

A look of realization dawned on Hyde's face. "That's why we have that sign." He nodded to himself, then stood up. "Alright, well, let's call it a day and hit it hard again tomorrow. Good work, everyone."

Before they could all leave, Kelso gasped. "I just remembered the name! Lumpy's!"

Donna scowled. "No, it wasn't called Lumpy's."

"Well, my store's gonna be called Lumpy's!"

-

That night, Izzy was sitting on top of the Vista Cruiser. She had a class of ginger ale in her hand, which Kitty insisted was good for upset stomachs. So far, it was working. What was really helping, though, was the late night breeze. She needed the fresh air, away from all of the noise in the house. It gave her a moment to actually think about what had happened that day.

Was she really pregnant?

Let's assume yes, she thought. Then what? Do I still go to France? Or do I stay in Point Place for the rest of my life? Do I tell my parents, or do I just move out and never talk to them again? Do I even keep the baby at all? What if Steven doesn't-

"Hey, Forwoman, can I ask you somethin'?"

Izzy looked over at the car that had just pulled up. "Yeah, Kelso." She looked confused. "I- Didn't you just leave?"

He nodded. "Yeah, but... When we had the circle at Lumpy's earlier, you said something in the bathroom. I- I dunno if I was just makin' it up, that happens a lot. 'Specially during circles. I just wanted to come back and see if it was true."

Izzy sighed and rubbed her eye with the back of her hand. "No, man. You weren't hallucinating anything, Hyde's stuff isn't that strong this week."

He let out a breath, nodding slowly. His gaze was fixed on her, eyes wide. "You're pregnant?" His voice was small.

She looked down at the glass in her hand. "I don't know. This morning I called and made an appointment, somewhere where my mom doesn't work. I- I'll find out tomorrow." She laughed humorlessly. "What a way to spend Thanksgiving, right?"

"Did you tell Hyde?"

She shook her head. "No. I haven't told anyone. He needs to focus on the record store, and there'll be plenty of time to tell him after. If there's anything to tell him."

There was a pause, and neither of them said anything. She bounced her leg, feeling her breaths quicken. "I... I don't know what to do, Kelso."

He said nothing, just closed the distance between them and pulled her into a hug.

"You're taking this so well," she mumbled shakily. "How come you didn't react like this when Jackie had that pregnancy scare?"

He sighed and pulled away from the hug. "You're not my girlfriend, Izzy Wizzy. It's a lot scarier when it might be your kid, believe me. I have one, now." He stretched his arms, trying to add some humor back into the conversation. "Yep, you could pretty much say I'm an expert at pregnancy scares by now."

She chuckled and took a sip of ginger ale. As she stared down into the fizzing drink, she felt her eyes well up with tears. "I'm scared."

He observed her, a sad look in his eyes. "Do you want me to go with you tomorrow? I know how all these things work, I've been to enough with Brooke."

Izzy felt a tear fall down her cheek as she nodded. "I- I'd really like that."

-

The next morning, the Formans were all sitting at the breakfast table. Save for Eric, who was still camping out for Styx tickets. Izzy sat in her seat, too nervous to eat but managing to take small bites of french toast.

"Now, Steven," Red said sternly. "Just because your father owns the record store does not mean you can slack off. Y'hear me? And if I even get a whiff of you taking money from your register, you'll get a whiff of my foot up your ass."

Hyde chuckled. "Thanks for the offer, Red. But I'll be fine. 'Sides, there're security cameras."

"Good!" Kitty said. "And try to get set up quickly, so you'll be back for dinner tonight."

Hyde gave her a half smile. "I don't think we'll make it, Mrs. Forman. There's too much to do, and we didn't really get a lot done yesterday."

Kitty looked at her daughter, who was pushing the remaining food on her plate back and forth. "Isabelle, are you feeling better today?" She asked kindly, trying to change the subject away from her empty Thanksgiving table.

Izzy nodded, still looking down at her food. "Yeah. I'm just-"

The sliding glass door was thrown open, and Kelso rushed in. "Forwoman!" He said loudly. "You ready to go?!"

Hyde looked confused, his fork frozen halfway to his mouth. "Where're you guys going? We gotta be at Grooves in a half hour."

Izzy's eyes widened at Kelso, whose face turned bright red. "Uh... It was supposed to be a surprise, Kelso," she looked back at Hyde. "We were gonna get you a little housewarming gift. But like... a store-warming gift."

He just looked more confused. "That's weird."

"Oh, I think it's nice!" Kitty said with a wide smile. "I can take you two to my favorite florist! You can get some lovely petunias for the record store, and-"

Izzy laughed halfheartedly and stood up, grabbing her jacket from off the back of the chair. She kissed Hyde on the cheek. "See you guys later." With that, she rushed outside and heard Kelso's footsteps behind her.

When they were sitting safe in his car, she hit his shoulder. "Kelso! What do you think you were doing?!"

He held his hands up. "I'm sorry, Forwoman! I didn't expect the whole clan to be in the kitchen! So, where're we goin'?"

She sighed and leaned her elbow outside the car window. "The Planned Parenthood in Fond du Lac." This was going to be a long day.

-

Izzy mumbled a 'Thanks' as Kelso held the front door open for her, and the two of them walked inside. The waiting room was busy, and Izzy spotted all kinds of people: teen girls, pregnant women, a few couples, and one mother and daughter. Izzy felt a pang in her chest, wishing she had had the guts to just talk to Kitty about this.

"Hi, um... Isabelle Forman?" She said to the receptionist. "I- I'm here for my nine-thirty appointment."

The lady smiled. "Hi, Isabelle. I'm just gonna need you to fill out some paperwork," her eyes moved to Kelso. "Are you her boyfriend?"

The two teens looked at each other, surprise evident on their faces. All at once, they both began to go, "No! No. No way-"

Only Kelso decided to end that sentence with, "I'm her husband." Izzy's face turned bright red as she watched Kelso lean against the counter. "Yep," he was making his voice a lot deeper than it actually was. If she wasn't so embarrassed and anxious, this would have been hilarious. "The name's Michael K. Forman. Yeah, I took her last name." He winked. "The K stands for Kelso." He chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair flirtatiously. "Yeah, y'know, it's kinda my fault we're here. I coulda pulled out. Just got lazy. You know how it is."