Two lines appeared on the pregnancy test Abbie held.

"Shit."

Crane held her waist from behind. Her head fell against his chest. She stared at him in the mirror.

"Ichabod, what are we going to do?"

He kissed her neck. "We will have to manage, my dear Abbie. Do you want to keep our baby?"

"How do you feel about this?"

"I want to observe our baby's growth and provide her or him with love. I want to be the father I never I could."

She played with his hands. "Is this about Henry?"

"The opportunity to be a proper father was taken away from me."

"You want the chance to start over?"

He nodded.

"You know it was never you fault, Crane. You didn't know."

"No, it was not my fault, Leftenant. Though I wonder how my being there would have altered Henry's perception of me."

"I'm sure it would have made a big difference."

"Perhaps."

She reached her arm up to put her hand on his cheek. "You'll be great father, Crane."

"Thank you, Leftenant. You will make the most excellent mother."

She gave him a small smile. "I don't think I could do an adoption either. The last thing I want is for him or her to feel abandoned. I know how that is."

"Are we keeping our little one?"

She smiled, nodded.

He kissed her shoulder and hugged her. "We'll have to get you the proper care: vitamins, checkups, etcetera."

"We also have to tell Jenny. We have a lot discussing to do."

"Indeed."