Note From the Author—I am completely new to this fandom, but I have been hooked on the thought of Danny and Mindy together since I first saw them on screen together. This story idea has been poking at my mind for days, so I decided to just go for it. As I'm new, I'm still working on capturing the characters' voices, but I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer—I do not own the characters of The Mindy Project

"So there's a good chance I may be sort of, kind of pregnant."

Gwen's voice was positively shrill over the phone. "You what?!"

Okay, so in hindsight that probably hadn't been the best way to drop the bomb on her best friend. Mindy found herself triple checking that the door to her office was closed as she rose to pace. "Do you need me to repeat myself?" she questioned hesitantly.

"Oh no, the message came clear perfectly the first time. You realize you really can't be sort of, kind of pregnant right? That's like being sort of, kind of a virgin. It's really a one way or the other kind of thing!"

She nodded to herself. "Okay, admittedly you make an excellent point; and being a kick ass lady doctor I can safely say that I'm not just sort of, kind of pregnant." The weight of it hit her and she sank into her desk chair. "I am ten positive tests, weeks late, bun in the oven pregnant."

There was silence on the other end for a long moment. "Mindy, who's the father?"

"Um, well you see, that would be…." Her response was mumbled to the point of being completely unintelligible.

"You realize that there's only so long you can avoid directly answering my questions before I come into the city and storm into your office demanding answers. Loudly."

There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that Gwen would do exactly that, so Mindy took a deep breath and answered. "Danny. Danny's the father."

"Danny Castellano? The handsome jerk? You didn't even tell me that you had slept with him! How long has this been going on?"

As she buried her head in her hands she began to seriously wonder why the hell she had thought telling Gwen all of this over the phone had been a good idea. "About three months," she finally replied.

This time the silence on the other end was disconcerting. "Three months!" she finally exploded. "You have been sleeping with a co-worker who impregnated you for three months and never even bothered to tell me?"

"I wasn't exactly planning on him impregnating me Gwen!" she exclaimed as loudly as she could without risking someone outside the room hearing. "We just, sort of fell into bed together at a stupid conference, and it's not like we were stupid about it. We've used protection every single time, but evidently a condom broke and we didn't notice it or we're just one of the freaking point one percent because here I am." The hitch of hysteria and the evidence of oncoming tears in her voice certainly didn't escape her attention, and the women on the other end of the line caught it too.

Gwen's voice was far gentler when she spoke again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out more than you already are, but this is serious stuff. I take it from the level of panic I'm detecting here that you haven't told him yet."

Mindy brushed furiously at the tears that had gathered at the corner of her eyes. "No, I haven't told him. I needed my best friend freak out before I did anything else."

"Hmm. Well we both know you have to tell him, but I have a more important question. I know it's only been a few hours since you figured out, but have you thought about what you want to do?"

"You know I've always wanted kids, even if this wasn't the way I pictured it happening, but…"

Ever perceptive, Gwen picked it up for her. "But you don't know how Danny feels about it."

She allowed herself a wry smile. "We haven't exactly been chatting about future plans in the midst of tearing each other's clothes off for mind blowing sex."

"Mind blowing huh?"

"Oh yeah." The smile turned from wry to wicked. "Completely; occasionally earth moving."

Her friend's laugh rang out over the line. "Well good for you. You can use the memory of earth moving, mind blowing sex as motivation to drive you in figuring out how to tell Danny you're pregnant."

Oh, that. "Damn it."