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This story begins with Season 4 Episode 17

Note: some dialogues are taken from the above episode and partially a little changed. This story is fictitious.

Story:

After Abby Jay went to see the divorce papers, they met in the evening in a bar. After reveling in the memories, Jay refused another drink and wanted to leave the whole story behind as quickly as possible. But what if Abby was not about Jay her feelings for him to stand but to let him know that the night was not without consequences...

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Jay´s POV

"I could still have a drink," Abby said.

"Um ... not for me," I declined.

"Do you still have to work?" Abby asked.

"It was too much then," I replied truthfully.

"So I think it was just right," Abby said.

"I'd better sign the papers now and then I'll disappear," I said. I just did not understand Abby. Was she trying to become close to me, even though she was engaged?

"I have no papers and there is no one in Philadelphia," Abby said. Surprised, I looked at her. She lied to me, just why?

"Abby?" I said.

"We are not married anymore, if you mean that. But I'm here for a very different reason... Do you remember the night in the hotel room? Well... how can I tell you? "Abby said nervously.

"Say what?" I asked. At night I can remember only fragmentary. We had a lot, very much drunk. I only know the next day when I woke up next to her in bed.

"We have a child," Abby said, tearing down her cheeks. She smiled at me with a slight grin. I looked into her brown eyes, stunned and completely overwhelmed. I just could not believe what I heard. She has a child? No... WE have a child. Then the child must already be 7 years old. For 7 years she has concealed my child from me... if it is my child at all...

"What?" I said after my voice returned.

"We have a child," Abby repeated.

"Is it really my child?" I asked in disbelief.

Abby nodded and said, "You can do a paternity test."

"How is that possible? We have prevented. "I ask horrified.

"It does not matter anymore. The child is there, "Abby said.

I nodded, "And you're really sure I am ..."

"Yes," Abby interrupted. I nodded. At the time, I did not know what to say. She lied to me because of the divorce papers to tell me now that we have a common child?

"We're doing a test," I said.

"Good." said Abby.

"How old?" I asked.

"Six years. In 4 weeks already 7. ", Abby smiling.

"Why now?" I asked.

"You should get to know each other before I'm the evil mother," Abby said.

I nodded blankly. If it really is my child, then I should have known it much earlier...

"I'm registering for the paternity test," I said, standing up and leaving the bar.

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At home I grabbed my bag when Erin came to our bedroom at the same moment.

"Hello," I said and grabbing the rest.

"Hello?" Erin asked irritated.

"Um, I'm going to Will for a while," I said.

"I don't want you to move out." Erin said.

"I do not, because I love you. I'm not proud of my past - believe me. Um, I'm not married anymore, but now I have something else to clarify and um why should I first take off for a while. "I said.

"I deal with it no matter what it is." Erin said. So she would come to terms with a child whose existence I had learned only a few hours ago and that it might be my child?

"Erin I cannot tell you now because I have to figure it out myself," I said. I would only put unnecessary stress into the relationship if it turned out to be wrong afterwards.

"I'm sorry," I added. I hugged her in goodbye and took the bag and left the apartment.

In the following days, I passed the paternity test. The needed DNA of the child brought me Abby. She was silent on whether it was a boy or a girl, not to mention the name. So I would only know, if the test is positive.

It took me 2 days to get the results, which were in the envelope. I would have liked to tear the letter. I did not want to know the answer. I do not know if I should be glad or sad, if it were not my child. In the last few days, I had a lot of thought about the moments I missed in the child's life. The birth, the first steps and words, the enrollment and much more. On the other hand, I watched the children playing in the park. A child, who came to me after the school, and called me 'daddy', would make me the happiest man. I do not care whether boy or girl. Only healthy and happy it should be.

"I see you got the result.", Said Will, sipping the beer and turned the TV on mute. I nodded and sat down in the chair. Will opened another beer, which he gave me.

"Have you looked inside?" Will asked curiously. I shook my head.

"The answer could change your life," Will said.

"I know." I said, and buried my face in his hands. "I do not know what answer I would rather," I mumbled.

"Find it out," Will said.

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