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"I'm so sorry, Zach."

It was the first words Alicia spoke to her son, right after he read the article to her. His voice had nearly cracked twice, but he didn't look angry – just tired. There was a mutual decision between them not to wake up Grace and tell her, so here they were, in the kitchen, being as quiet as they could.

"Why did you do it? Were you bored with us or"-

"No. I love both you and Grace."

"Then why?" Zach's voice had risen a bit, his frustration coming through. Alicia thought of how to best explain her relationship with Will to Zach. He already knew that Will and his mom had sex, but he deserved to know more. That much she could give to her son.

Alicia took a deep breath, "Will and I were friends since Georgetown. We always cared for each other and after your father's affair happened, we got closer. I didn't start a relationship with Will until after I separated with your father, that I can promise you."

Zach nodded his head and Alicia was surprised her son was taking this so well. She expected him to yell at her, or scream his head off or maybe even walk out. She didn't expect him to keep so calm and relaxed.

Her son was growing up quickly.

"What should I do? People at school are going to find out soon enough, what do I say…"

Alicia swallowed back a sob, and tried for her voice not to break, "Whatever you feel comfortable saying. It's up to you."

"Yeah, alright." Zach nodded one more time, and rubbed his eyes. Alicia came over and wrapped her arms around him, and surprisingly to her, she hugged him back.

"I'm so sorry, Zach. I never meant for it to be like this."

Releasing his mother, Zach stepped away slowly, and asked: "Do you love him?"

Alicia tried to find the words to explain her emotions, but was interrupted by a series of knocks on the door. She remembered the pattern of knocks and in a second, she knew who it was.

Will.

He didn't know what the hell he was doing.

He had just finished being interrogated by Peter Florrick and being chewed out by Diane, who insisted that he "fix it." Whatever "it" was he had no idea, but he had a good idea it was involving the state's attorney.

So he was going to see Alicia.

He entered her floor of the apartment building alone, as he had done a million times before. He walked down to her door and knocked in a pattern they had created when this whole mess was started. No, not a mess – he could never regret any of the breathless moments he had spent with her. But for every perfect moment came a consequence, and now they both had to pay.

She didn't deserve it.

"Will."

There she was.

Looking undeniably sexy, with her hair in a messy bun, yet her lipstick as perfect as ever. He resisted the urge to kiss her right there and then, until he noticed her son in the background.

"Come in." Alicia opened the door wider and invited Will in. He stepped into the apartment nervously, looking around the kitchen and finally making eye contact with Alicia's son, Zach.

"I'm guessing you've seen the article." Zach's question was surprisingly casual, searching through his laptop, as though he was asking whether Will had seen the latest Cubs baseball game. Will nodded and sat down in a chair opposite of Zach, and the teen shut his laptop screen the moment he did.

Alicia had murmured she was going to the kitchen to grab some wine, and Will decided to take the moment to talk to Zach. He knew that if we wanted a relationship (later of course, when Diane wasn't watching him like a hawk), he had to get of Zach's good side.

"What's up?" Will asked, trying to be as a casual about the elephant in the room as possible. Zach sighed and pushed his laptop aside.

"I know you…did stuff…with my mom, but I know it wasn't like my dad. So, you're okay for now I guess." Will was surprised with the teen's acceptance of him and Zach continued, "But don't screw up like my dad did. I know you care about my mom a lot, and she cares about you, I guess. Just don't hurt her, and we'll be okay."

"You're the man of the house."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Understood." Will put his hand over the table, an offering to Zach, who took Will's hand in his own and shook it. Nodding at him, Zach left the kitchen table and grabbed his laptop, calling out to his mom that he was going to bed.

"Alright. Do you want to go to school tomorrow? You don't have any tests, right?"

Will raised his eyebrows at Alicia, who didn't seem to notice. Zach shrugged, "I'm just tired that's all. Let's see if I actually get up tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay. Love you, have a good sleep."

"Yeah, I will. 'Night." With a small nod to Will and a kiss on the cheek to his mom, Zach headed to the nearest hallway, and once both adults heard the door shut, a sudden tension seemed to enter the room.

What could they say?

"What do you do?" Alicia asked, handing Will a glass of wine and taking a sip from her own. It reminded him of the time after one particularly active night when they went on his couch and shared a bottle of wine, reminiscing about Georgetown and how it used to be before she was married.

But now, the circumstances had changed.

They were both so close to being socially ruined and publicly disgraced. There were to many things unsaid between the two of them that needed to be said.

"We need a plan."

Alicia looked up, surprised at Will's plan, but quickly recovered. "What do you have in mind?"

Will took a breath and a sip of wine. Thinking of every piece of information he had gained from law school and from his life experiences, he answered her carefully. "We make a public announcement, admitting to an affair after you had separated from Peter. We talk to Diane, and she becomes your advisor: every dollar you receive from the company comes from her, not me. The suit against me was dropped, but now that Peter knows, we need to be careful."

"I'll talk to him." Said Alicia, immediately getting into lawyer mode.

"Good." Replied Will, nodding his head, "Then we can have a talk with your kids, and see what they want. But we first need to decide what we want." Alicia sucked in a breath at that, and pondered what essentially was a question.

"I think I love you." Alicia responded, and Will sucked in a breath and was ready to repeat what he said to her about a year ago via a lost voicemail.

"I love you too."

At two-thirty in the morning, sitting in his office, Peter Florrick's fax machine started calling. Wondering what person would be stupid enough to send a fax to an empty office at this hour, he turned around to take a look at his number.

It was his old apartment's number.

Snatching the freshly printed papers from the tray, Peter Florrick's blood ran cold. At the top of the first page read in boldly printed letters:

DOCUMENTS FOR THE DIVORCE OF ALICIA AND PETER FLORRICK

A/N: Please tell me you like this. I spent about an hour writing it, and will probably bomb my finals tomorrow because of it. Oh well.

EDIT: I have decided to start a new story set after "Another Ham Sandwich," during episode 3x15. Thank you for all of the reviews and support!