Disclaimer: I do not own Ugly Betty in any way shape or form.

Author's Note: First Ugly Betty fanfic, yay! I've always loved Wilhelmina and thought it was unfair that she didn't actually get the chance to have a child of her own. I think it would have humanized her more throughout the rest of the series, but of course she still had to be a shark at work. It would have been nice to see a gentler side of her from time to time. Anyways, this is my take on a scene that should have been in the show.

Just a Moment

She stood in the nursery, looking only at the crib that sat in the center of the furthest wall from her. Never again would it hold a bubbly, soft presence of a baby. A baby...she yearned after now. It wasn't only that she wanted a second chance at motherhood, but she had grown attached the McKinney child, thinking it was her own for months. And now that was taken away from her by three simple words on a crappy piece of paper. How could it have come to this? How could Christina have taken bed with the husband she left in Scotland to pursue a free life just days before the fertilized egg procedure? It took her stake in the Meade empire away but it also took away the light that was in her life. She secured her position for now by telling Cal Hartley about the measures she had taken to remain at Mode, but now her house was empty. Sure, there would always been the occasional night visit to wash her car and Marc often dropped by unexpectedly with groceries or news, but...her son.

Wilhelmina looked away from the crib, unable to bear the thought of the boy anymore. She gulped as her lower lip trembled and her eyes shut tight in an attempt to make the feeling pass. She could feel herself unable to bottle the feeling and a few tears fell from her eyes as a small whimper escaped those trembling lips. "William..." she muttered to the empty room. The woman turned on her heel and exited the dreaded room, closing the door shut on a part of her life she could never reclaim; a room she would never again enter so long as she lived.