It hadn't been more than an hour before he came back to her. She was still on the couch, holding her legs to her chest, her face still sticky with the tears he had caused her to cry. It wasn't her fault; she reasoned with herself for the thousandth time, he had over reacted.

But who couldn't over react when finding out that your girlfriend of two months was pregnant? Pregnant. She still savoured being able to say the words in her mind with some truth, even though the circumstances weren't the best. When she had imagined having a child, it would have been with him… but no, she couldn't think about him right now, not when she could hear her real boyfriend's car pulling up her long gravel driveway. She knew he would come back, but that didn't make her feel any better about him. She was still frightened, still startled at the way he yelled at her for the thing that was growing inside her. After all, of course it was her fault that he hadn't used any protection. Protection is a woman's business, he had shouted at her, you told me you were on the pill! And she had been, months before she had met him, months before she had given up on taking the stupid thing at the same time everyday, waiting for the man that would be the reason she needed it. And then he had come along, a perfect, boring gentleman, and he had given her what she had needed, a sense of purpose, and she went out with him, dressed up for him, kissed and fondled him, and she had felt better than before, and worse at the same time.

In the back of her mind, she knew what she really wanted, but he was off limits. Third time wasn't going to be the charm in this case, she had told herself countless times. But would he have run out, if it had been his kid? She didn't know. The other man that haunted her thoughts, he was impossible to figure out, his thoughts so tangled and senseless that a normal person would go mad trying to figure out just why he was the type of person he was. But she had tried to get close to him, countless times, and had been pushed away every time she went closer than he was comfortable. And now, she had a boyfriend, and he was caring, and he took care of her, in many more ways than one. At least, he had until she told him about his child. Now that she thought about it, he wasn't the sort of man that would want to take care of a child. Otherwise, he would have found some senseless blond to have a family with. But he was back now. She picked her head up and tried to take a few deep breathes, to no avail. If he came back into the room, she would start crying again, and he would leave, and she would feel stupid all over again.

"Todd?" she finally said into the house. She really, really hoped that she had imagined that crunch of his tires on the gravel in her driveway, but she knew she wasn't that tired.

He stepped into the room, his face a marble mask of emotionlessness. He stepped toward her, and inwardly she cringed, a small part of her mind convinced that he was going to hit her. But he didn't lay a hand on her, instead choosing to sit beside her and put a cold and leather clad arm around her silently shaking shoulders.

"Shhhhh…" he whispered, "It's okay, I'm okay, we're okay."

She dared to look up at him, and saw bloodshot eyes and greasy brown hair plastered to his face. Gone was the man who had taken her to fundraisers, and ordered food at French restaurants for her. Here was the man that had endured the shock of his life. God, what an empty life he must have had if this was the biggest shock in it.

"I'm keeping the baby." She said softly, looking down again.

He stayed silent, holding her, rubbing her shoulder lightly with his hand. He stunk of liquor and cigarettes, two qualities that she had only seem come out in him a few times before. Was this really the father of her unborn child? What had she been thinking, having a relationship with a man who had nothing in his life but a job at a local law firm and a member's card at the local strip club? Sure, he was pleasant on the outside, but tonight she had seen what he became when he lost control. She shuddered at the memory, and he gripped her more tightly.

"Lisa?" he had called into the house, after finding the door unlocked. She had called him over, saying that she had something she needed to talk to him about. Secretly, he had been scared. He had never liked talking to women, he preferred to wine and dine them, then take them home for the night. This relationship with Lisa, it was something new to him, and he still wasn't sure about it.

"I'm in here, Todd." Her voice came floating out from the living room. He entered, and saw her sitting on the couch, dressed in a pale blue silk robe.

"What is it?" he had spotted a look of fear on her face, and sadness.

"I'm-"she started to say, but choked on her words. What was it that was so hard for her to say? Unless, but that was impossible...she was in her forties, for god's sake...

"I'm pregnant." There. She had said it. Thrown the cards on the table, spilled the beans, opened a can of worms. He was speechless, completely speechless. His girlfriend was going to have his child. A child was something that he was not prepared to deal with.

"God." He finally muttered.

"God?" she asked angrily, "God, that's all you can say when I tell you I'm going to have your child? How about 'congratulations', or 'I'm sorry', or something that will make me fell a little better than 'god'?" she was hysterical by now, she had obviously been holding herself in since she had found out.

"Lisa. How the hell did you expect me to react? I mean, where the hell did this come from? I thought you were on the pill! I haven't exactly expressed enthusiasm at having a kid before, have I?"

"No," she said, her voice barely containing the spite coursing through her mind. "I think we've been a bit too busy screwing each other to discuss family plans."

"Well, looks like I'm going to have something a bit bigger to worry about than getting in your pants! A god damn kid! How the hell am I supposed to deal with this?"

"You can start with giving a shit about the woman you impregnated." she said, her voice shaking with anger. "You were a baby once, your parents had to take care of you, it wasn't that hard. Grow a set of balls, it's just a baby."

"I already have a set of balls, as you well know, having to have come in contact with them in order to have ended up pregnant with my kid. It is my kid right, not some sleazy man you slept with one night when I wasn't there?"

"I haven't slept with anyone else. Can you at least show some sympathy for me? It's not like I just decided to get pregnant with your kid to piss you off!"

"You should have been on the pill. You told me you were on the pill."

"And you used condoms when we first started sleeping with each other. If you were so damn concerned about the possibility of a kid, you should have kept using them!"

"You know what? I'm getting out of here. You can go cry yourself to sleep, I don't care. Just don't call me anymore. I don't think we should see each other now. You can go have the kid without me. I would be useless as a father anyway." And with that, he had stormed out the door, and she started to sob harder, realizing that everything she didn't want to happen was happening.

"Why are you back?" she asked him, still dreading the answer, but knowing the question would have to be asked sooner or later.

"I came back because I overreacted." His answer wasn't an answer; it didn't resolve any of the questions that were still burning in her mind.

"You don't want the baby." she said, he voice heavy and emotionless. He paused before answering.

"No." And that simple word was enough to push her over the edge again, new tears spilling out of her eyes and onto the floor. Something inside her mind broke, and she lost control again. She got up out of his arms, and stood in front of him.

"Why are you here?" she asked again, "Is it because you still want to get in my pants one last time, before you leave my life forever, and leave me with our child?"

"No! I wanted to comfort you, make you realize that I care."

"And yet, you don't want the child."

"No." he said again, his eyes cast down on the floor.

"Get out." She said, her voice heavy with anger and hurt. He didn't move.

"I said get out!" she screamed at him, her voice finally raised, letting out all the anger she had been bottling up. He got up, and made his way over to the door, but not before grabbing her hands.

"Lisa, you don't need to do this. We can still-"

"Still do what?" she asked him, her voice now pure venom. "Still screw each other until I start showing? You think it would be better to run out on me in a few months rather than now? Get out. Don't call me, don't send me any flowers, don't do anything. Get out."

And with that he was gone, and though she would rather not admit it, she felt an overwhelming sense of relief that he was out of her life, out of the life of her unborn child. She could do it; she could raise the child alongside Rachael. And suddenly she slumped on the floor, realizing fully for the first time how much her life would change. I need a husband, a real one, she thought. But where the hell would she get one of those? Maybe she could convince Wilson that she was in love with him, and they could get married. Ridiculous. Even at a time like this, she found her thoughts drifting back to a certain doctor with an unshaven face, impossibly good looks, and blue eyes that nearly made her faint when she looked into them.