It had happened one night. A stupid and drunken night. It wasn't something they meant to happen, it just happened. Course, Mark wasn't really to blame as much as you could probably blame Maureen; considering she had been the one to push the situation.

Mark had never truly gotten over Maureen. He was still very much in love with her. Who wouldn't be? She was sexy as hell but then again she was loud and obnoxious. The pair had been drinking that evening and how could he refuse her when she began kissing his neck? He was weak and he couldn't help himself. He wanted Maureen back.

Maureen on the other hand was over Mark. She was now in love with Joanne. But that didn't mean she wouldn't flirt or still use Mark's feelings to her advantage. When the two were left alone after drinking at the bar with their friends, she couldn't resist scooting closer to him and allowing her lips to work their magic against his pale skin. She knew he wouldn't turn her down. She wanted, no needed him and she knew that she was going to have him.

It wasn't until two months later that Maureen realized that there was something terribly wrong and didn't know what to do about it. And that scared her to death. Nothing usually scares Maureen Johnson but this freaked her out.

She was sitting on one side of Mark's couch in his apartment with him sitting at the other end, wearing an expression on his face that was of pure terror and shock. He hadn't said a word since the moment she had stopped talking. She didn't know whether to take that as a good sign or a bad one. So she waited for him to speak. To say anything.

"Your sure?" He asked suddenly, finally finding his voice to speak. His head slowly turning to face her.

It had been a huge relief for her when he spoke up after the silence that had filled the apartment. She took in a deep breath before nodding her head. "Yeah. I'm sure." She confirmed, not able to look him in the eye just yet.

Mark glanced away, taking in what had just been said as he ran a hand through his short strawberry blonde hair. With no response after her words, Maureen finally turned her head to look over at him. "What do we do, Marky?" She asked in a soft voice. Fear was in her voice, he could tell.

"I don't know." He admitted. It was the truth. He really didn't know what they were going to do but he turned his head back to look at her. The two now facing each other for the first time. "What do you want to do?"

Maureen just looked at him, her eyes were holding back tears and fear. It was a question she had been asking herself a lot that day but she truly didn't know how to answer it yet. So, she did the only thing she knew she could do to give him some sort of answer. She shrugged her shoulders.

Sighing heavily, he had the feeling that was the type of answer he was going to get from her but he had to press the issue. "Look, Maureen. We need to figure this out." He said, matter-of-factly. They had to do this together. Neither were alone in this situation. He took in a deep breath before asking the question that would change their lives. "Do you want to keep the baby?"

Just as he asked the question she knew he was going to ask, a single tear rolled down her left cheek but was quickly swatted away. She looked at him and nodded her head. "Yes. I want to keep it."

Mark nodded his head. Things were definately going to changed now. He was going to be a father. Maureen was carrying his child. It was something he had always considered happening but that was when the two were together as a couple. Not when they were apart and she was in a relationship with someone else. And not just anyone else. She was with another woman.

But there were a few things he did know. Mark wasn't going to let Joanne yell at Maureen for the mess that they found themselves in. They were both to blame but this child was something that was coming into this world and if she didn't want to be apart of that then she needed to leave but if she did then he wasn't going to let her put stress on Maureen. Stress was something that a pregnant woman just couldn't endure.

He also wasn't going to let Joanne push him to the side when the baby came. Cause he was the father, not her. Both Joanne and Maureen needed to accept that part because he was not going anywhere.

"Then looks like we're going to have a baby." He smiled over to her, trying to show her that he was happy. It was a true emotion even though it was still masked a bit by the shock and nervousness he was feeling. "I'm going to be there for you, Maureen. Every step of the way. I'm not going anywhere."

It was a huge comfort to Maureen when she heard his words. Hearing that he was promising her that he wasn't going to abandon her and make her deal with raising a child on her own. She smiled over at him before slowly making her way across the couch to him. Pressing her body against his as she hugged him. "Thank you, Marky." She cried softly into his chest.

Holding her in his arms and comforting her the best he could as she cried. It was a feeling he missed. Having her in his arms. Course, that thought lead to others like whether or not they had a future together now because she was carrying his baby. A smile creeped up on his face at seeing the two of them with their baby boy in a house of their own...but it went away the moment he heard the door to his apartment open.

Both pulled away from one another quickly when seeing the one person they weren't ready to see just yet. Joanne.