Rebecca couldn't believe how much her life had changed in the past month. She had called off the wedding to Robin Colcord, ran off San Diego and attempted to take over Cheers. She was always a bit flighty, but in her heart's defense she had been through the wringer. Calling things off with Robin was the toughest decision she had ever had to make in her life. Robin truly was the love of her life, and every night she wondered if she would ever learn to open herself to another man the way she did to him again. She trusted him with everything- her heart, her company, her body, her ambition- everything that summed up Rebecca Howe. It had been years since she had been with a man, and she had worried that she would never live up to his expectations. They had climbed that mountain, boy did they climb that, and they had moved on to other challgenges, such as the fact that he had access to her personal password to the company. But they had worked around that, and they had come close to making it to the alter.

Now a month later she was crying every day, she couldn't eat and she couldn't sleep. Just the thought of food made her sick to her stomach. Nothing made sense before. Once depression sank in with her, it usually took hold, only it really got the best of her this time. Would anything ever make sense again? Rebecca thought that buying Cheers from Sam would give her a sense of purpose, and that distracted her, but in the back of her mind she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, really wrong. Why did she ever have to get involved with Robin freakin Colcord to begin with? Maybe she would have been better with Sam Malone all along. Certainly he never would have broken her heart, not this way.

She couldn't help but think about all of this in the waiting room of the doctor's office. Sam said that everyone had to have a physical for insurance purposes. Just another hassle in her already stressed out life. She hated doctors. They made money. Robin made money. Robin. Her poor sweet baby. Literally. That's right, he wasn't so poor anymore.

"Miss Howe?"

She went into the room and followed the doctor's instructions. She went along with everything he said, and waited impatiently for him to return.

"Miss Howe, how have you been feeling lately?"

"I don't know. About the usual."

"How's your appetite?"

"I can't eat. Thinking about food makes me sick," Rebecca made a face as she answered.

"Are you sleeping well?"

"Too much. I've been late to work twice this week."

"I thought you might say this. Miss Howe, you are going to be a mother."

Rebecca stared at him before she fainted dead away.

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This couldn't be happening. She couldn't be a mother. Not now. This was the last thing she needed. Just when she was ready to turn around and take charge of her life this had to happen. She could barely take care of herself; how was she supposed to take care of someone else? Good lord, her, a mother? She could only imagine what Sam would have to say about this.

She did the only thing she knew how to do; she pulled over to the side of the road and began to cry.

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At Cheers, everything was going along smoothly. Sam was irritable as he couldn't find his lucky mirror and Norm and Cliff were tormenting Frasier with their rendition of Lollipop, a song which they knew he detested. The phone rang and Rebecca told Woody to get it.

"Miss Howe it's for you."

"Woody take the call."

Woody picked up the phone.

"Yes sir thank you."

"Well Woody what is it?" Rebecca demanded.

"I think you might want me to write this down."

"Just tell me."

"That was your doctor. He said you forgot to pick up your prescription for prenatal vitamins."

Everyone in the bar stopped what they were doing and stared at Rebecca, who feigned a smile and walked backwards into Sam's office. Everyone looked at each other.

"Rebecca… pregnant?" Frasier asked. "Maybe I should go talk to her."

Sam shook his head. "Better let me handle this."

He entered the room and took a look at Rebecca and he knew he had a huge problem on his hands.