She sat at the diner, twiddling her thumbs and playing with her water cup. God, this was awkward. Would he even show up? She doubted it; who was she anyway? Just some girl he met at a bar and slept with that same night, never to be seen again. Until now. Since they had abandoned condoms that night, and even though she had taken the morning after pill, she had gotten pregnant. By someone she barely knew. She felt he had the right to know, even though she didn't expect him to stick around.

He walked into the diner, and saw her sitting in a booth all by herself. She was beautiful; even in her sweats and when she had no makeup on. He was surprised that she had called him, and was excited at the fact she wanted to see him again. But, if this was a date, why did she look so stressed out and sad? It made him sad to think that. He couldn't put his finger on why. He sat down, and startled her.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said.

"It's quite alright," she said softly, still not looking at him. "I was just…lost in thought."

"Oh?"

"Yes. There was a reason I called you here tonight."

"And here I thought you just wanted to see me again," he teased, a wide smile on his face.

"Nostradamus, I…I'm pregnant."

He was dumbstruck. He thought he had used protection the night, but he was so drunk he might have…forgotten. And what a dumbass he was, landing this poor girl with his mistake. Wait, did he just call his kid a mistake?

"You don't have to help or be involved, I just thought you should know."

"What?"

"You don't have to do anything. I just wanted to let you know. I figured it would be…" she paused, trying to think of the right word. What exactly was the right word? Polite? Ladylike? Right? None of those words described the situation.

"I know what you mean," he reassured her. "But I want to be involved."

"You do?"

"Yes. You're carrying my kid, why wouldn't I want to help raise it? A kid needs a father."

"I suppose you're right."

"You suppose?"

"I'm just caught off guard. I didn't expect you to want to be involved."

"Oh."

"Yeah. So…how are we going to do this?"

"Do what?"

"Raise the baby."

"Oh, right. Why don't we start out as friends and see how that goes?"

"That sounds promising."

And they did start off as friends. Nostradamus accompanied Olivia to doctor's appointments, ultrasounds, baby shopping, and even the baby shower. He fell more in love with each and every day, and loved watching her stomach grow. When their son was born, he held him in his arms and watched her sleep.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he smiled at her when she woke up.

"Good morning. How's the baby?"

"Sleeping. He's very curious; he wouldn't actually fall asleep until he had seen the whole room."

Olivia giggled. "He's adorable, isn't he?"

"He is. Olivia…"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Olivia smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I love you too, Nostradamus."

He tilted her head up and kissed her. It was their first real kiss of many.