(Hello friends! As a huge fan of bare, I have always wondered what happened after graduation. So... here's my take on it! I hope you enjoy, and if you do, please review! It gives me encouragement! And if you don't like it.. review and tell me how I can be better!)

Peter and I sat in a booth of a café near St. Cecelia's. Neither of us had eaten the food the waitress had slid in front of us. One week had passed since graduation. One week since Jason's funeral. One week since the person both of us loved, took his own love.

It was all too real. This was the stuff of movies. Closeted gay guy sleeps with pathetic slut in an attempt to make himself straight. Slut gets pregnant, and when the pregnancy and his true sexual orientation comes to light, he takes his own life, leaving the slut and his devastated ex/kind of boyfriend to pick up the pieces of their lives. I buried my face in my hands.

"Ivy-" Peter stops and clears his throat. "Ivy, I know you are scared. Hell, I'm scared for you. But I just want you to know that you aren't alone. I... I'm not related to your baby, but with Jason gone… What I am trying to say is I want to help. I'll be your baby's dad. Y'know, if you want."

I lifted my head and stared at him. Part of me didn't believe him. After having every guy I've ever even kind of depended on walk out when I needed them most, I didn't understand what he wanted. He obviously didn't want in my pants, that was all too clear. "Why? Why do you want to help me?" What's in this for you?

His eyes shown with tears. "I always pictured me and Jason together until we were old. We would go off to Notre Dame, and when same sex marriage was legalized, get married, then adopt some kids. The baby… Your baby is all that's left of Jason. What he did was wrong, leaving you, leaving me… but I want to be there for you. For Jason's baby."

I considered this. "Okay." I said simply.

"What do you mean? Okay, what?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay. If you want to help, I would love for my baby to have some sort of male whatever in its life. But what do we do from here? What about college?"

Now he shrugged. "I pulled out from Notre Dame when Jason and I broke up. Berkeley took me, but if I'm going to be responsible for a kid, I was thinking I would just enroll in a Junior college to earn my basics. Then I'll transfer and finish my Chemistry degree. Do research. Uh…" He cleared his throat again. "What do you want to do? I've never really heard you talk about the future."

I gave a small smile. "I don't know. I always expected to go into modeling or acting after high school, be a trophy wife. But now, I've got this kid to support. I thought about being a nurse or something. If things were different, maybe I would've…" I trailed off.

"What?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. I loved government class. I always wondered if I could have made a good lawyer."

He looked down at his plate thoughtfully. "Well, maybe you could be a paralegal, a legal assistant."

I smiled at him. "Maybe." I leaned across the table and took his hand. "Peter, thank you. Knowing that I'm not alone makes me feel so much better."

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