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Author's Notes: There is nothing more fun than to hear Natalie's voice in your head saying the last line of this chapter, and then get to create a story around it!

Title: Bad Decisions

Natalie Buchanan was still unclear about what exactly had happened that night. Just before she'd left work she had gotten into a huge fight with John, and so she had gone to Xanadu to get drunk and try to think about anything but him. The man had been hot when she was sober, and the drunker she got the more she wanted him. She closed her eyes, fighting back the memory but it came anyway…

One minute Natalie was smiling at Larry, and the next thing she knew she was waking up in an unfamiliar room. Her brain frantically tried to find the missing pieces of the puzzle, but she didn't remember anything. She moved the covers back and looked down, scared even more to see she was wearing a long shirt that was obviously not her own. Her clothes were neatly folded in a nearby chair, and she grabbed them on her way into the bathroom.

Once she was inside with the door locked, she began to hyperventilate as she realized she had no idea what she'd done the night before. Her head was throbbing and she blinked back tears as she quickly changed. She walked out of the bathroom, grabbing her purse and heading to the door, wondering what she would do if she saw Larry. Thankfully she didn't have to find out, as he was gone somewhere.

Outside of the house, she looked around trying to figure out where she was. Not recognizing anything, she took a deep breath, swallowed her pride and dialed John's phone number. He answered, and she began to sob as she heard his voice. "John? I—I need you." She described her surroundings and he was able to tell her where she was, although she didn't tell him everything. How on earth could she?

Natalie had immediately had STD testing done and they all came back negative. A few days after getting the results she had realized that she couldn't continue putting herself and John through the pain that her stubbornness was causing them. She had admitted that she'd forgiven him weeks ago and they'd made love that night.

Natalie was the happiest she'd ever been until a month later. That was when she had gone to mark her calendar for a special getaway with John and realized she was three days late. For some women that wasn't such a big thing, but for Natalie it was a huge red flag. Praying that she was wrong, she had gone by the drugstore after work and picked up a home pregnancy test. Somehow she had known the results even before the test had come out positive.

That had been eight months ago. The doctor had been unable to pinpoint a precise date of conception, and his estimate had fallen directly in the middle. She had no idea how to determine who the father of her child was, but she couldn't tell John that.

John was so happy when he heard the news, happier than she could have hoped. He had pampered her throughout the pregnancy and although her mood swings had caused some fights, they always made up.

Natalie was jerked roughly back to the present when the baby kicked her. She rubbed her stomach, grimacing from the pain. She'd been up all the night because of the kicking and she had already told John that their child was going to be in the NFL somebody with a foot like that. She was feeling snappish because of that and the fact that her fiancée was being very overprotective of late didn't help. Groaning, she stood to her feet and started to walk to the door.

She would never know if it was the fact that the baby kicked her at the wrong moment, her general annoyance at John for being so damn stubborn, or if maybe the secret just needed to come out that caused it to happen. John asked her something about "his" baby, and it came out of Natalie's mouth before she could think about it.

"Damn it, John! This might not even BE your baby!" Her hands flew to her mouth, but it was too late. John looked at her, absolutely stunned as his mind tried to absorb her words.

TO BE CONTINUED