A year ago

Frankie's house

She hadn't stopped crying since they left the lab, but now there was just tears, not the all encompassing sobs she had started with. Boyd sat with her on the sofa, ignoring how wet his shirt was getting, holding her close.

After a while, she pulled away and wiped her eyes, "Sorry about this, I'm sure this is not how you planned to spend your evening."

"Actually, it's better. With my plans, I would have been on my own."

She smiled at him, leaning back against him again, "I think I'm okay now. I just needed to let it all out."

"Good," he replied, planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head, "I'll leave you to it then."

"You don't have to," she argued, as he went to stand up, "You could stay."

Present day

Frankie's new house

They were sat on the sofa again, a cup of coffee for him and a tea for her on the coffee table, the baby in her arms. Nothing had been said since she had announced the parentage of her baby.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I was scared. The longer I left it, the harder I knew it would be."

"So why now? What's changed?" he asked, looking at the baby.

"This is going to sound really stupid," she warned, "I wanted to know which surname to use."

"What?"

"Well, I thought if you wanted to be involved, then it would be Boyd, but if you didn't, then it would be Wharton, but I wanted to let you decide first."

"How very generous of you," he said, his voice dripping sarcasm.

"Look, I know I should have told you sooner, and I have apologized, but the fact is she is your daughter and I'm giving you the chance to be her dad," she snapped, obviously worn out, then she sighed, "I don't expect anything of you. I don't expect a marriage proposal or anything. She's all I care about. I can do this on my own, but I don't want to. If you want to be involved, then great, but if not say, because I wont have you being half a father."

"It's a girl?" he asked, probably having heard nothing after that.

"Yeah."

"She's tiny," he decided, in awe, "Can I hold her?" Frankie held out the child and placed it in Boyd's arms. He held her so naturally and could not take his eyes off the little bundle.

"Hello, sweetheart. I'm your daddy," Frankie felt her eyes fill up as she watched the scene, "What's her name?"

She took a deep breath, "Amelia Grace." Boyd's head snapped up, and she got worried, "Don't you like it?"

His face changed, "It's perfect."