Olivia sat silently in her apartment. She couldn't believe it. She ran every detail of that night through her mind. Nothing made sense. Not the ringing of her doorbell at midnight. Not the sound of his voice through the intercom. Not the smell of his aftershave as they kissed. And definitely not the tangle of sheets she found herself in when she awoke.

She'd tried to call him. But she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't face him. Not after what happened. Not after that night. Things would never be the same. Ever. Again.

And so she sits, alone, in her dark apartment, contemplating the consequences. She replayed every scenario in her head. She played them so many times; it was like a bad horror movie that she couldn't turn off. For once in her life, Olivia could not make up her mind.

She had one of two choices. She could call him, explain what had happened, have him never speak to her again, and live a miserable life.

Or, she could shut her mouth, not tell anyone, and still live a miserable life because she'll dread not telling him.

She sighs, closes her eyes, and decides she needs a drink. Then she decides against it, and she sinks back into the couch.

Somewhere during the next ten minutes, she must have decided to take a shower, because there she stood, naked in front of her bathroom mirror, with the shower running.

She was so numb. She couldn't feel anything. Nothing could shake these thoughts from her mind.

She stepped into the shower and didn't even flinch as the ice cold droplets pelted her toned back. It was like she fell and the one person who could help her up, she couldn't even speak to. She was abruptly brought out of her thoughts when she heard the shrill ringing of her cell phone on the bathroom sink counter. She reluctantly climbed out of the shower, and nearly fell over when she saw the screen flashing "Elliot Calling."

It was like someone punched her in the stomach. Suddenly, she couldn't breathe. The room was spinning and she was experiencing something she never quite had to endure: fear.

She flipped the phone open, only to find she had missed the call. Her stomach unclenched for a moment, only to start rolling again when her land line started screaming.

Her heart was saying, "Answer the phone! This is your chance to tell him!" But, her head was saying, "Are you crazy? He'll never speak to you again!"

So she sank down on the floor and just stared at the wall. Why is this so hard? We're best friends. But we did cross that line…no. I have to tell him. It wouldn't be right for me to keep something like this from him.

So she hoisted herself off the floor, grabbed her robe, and picked up her phone. She slowly dialed his number and felt her heart sink into the bottom of her stomach when he answered. And it didn't help that he called her "baby." It just made her feel worse about what she was going to tell him.

Finally she got up enough nerve to speak. She softly whispered into the receiver, "Elliot, I'm pregnant."

TBC…

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