Sorry about the delay. I had this chapter written and forgot to post it. This is basically as far as this story went. Once season two started and the show diverged so much from my plan, I just lost the muse. Hope it isn't too depressing...
They were at Tom's. Julia was sprawled on the couch and he was sitting on the piano bench, jokingly composing a song.
"We were looking at New Jersey, so hairless and so neat, when the doctor pointed out another small heartbeat…"
"Stop it, Tom! This is serious!"
"I know, I know. So what are you going to do?"
"I have no idea… why did Dr. Aspen say 8-10 weeks? It would be so much easier if the doctor in Boston had been right. Three months made sense. It would have been right after Frank came home after Leo's little mishap with the law. By the way, thank you for helping with that."
"You're welcome," Tom said, "but don't forget you were with Michael that night."
"Yeah, but we hadn't… you know. When Frank got home, I was so happy to see him…" She smiled at the memory. All thoughts of Michael had been brushed aside as she focused on this man she knew so well. She had memorized every inch of his body over the years. She knew that if she rubbed him just below the shoulder blade, he would moan with pleasure. When they kissed, she knew to wrap her leg around his and rub her foot on the inside of his knee. Without fail, he would deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding along her teeth in that needy way. When his hand pulled at the small of her back, she knew to return the gesture, her pelvis pushing into his. A little rocking would then intensify his need. Except that evening had been different. The passion electrifying. The need so great, normal routines had been abandoned.
"That was a good night," Julia sighed, "Why couldn't it be three months?"
"Because then you'd know who the dad was?"
"I want it to be Frank's. I want my family back."
Tom moved over to the couch, lifting Julia's legs into his lap.
"It could still be Frank's, couldn't it?" he asked, rubbing her calves.
"Yes. I had just been with Frank the night I met Michael at the rehearsal space. I meant to tell him to leave me alone. At least, I think that's what I meant…"
Tom kept massaging Julia's legs, not sure what to say.
"Are you going to tell him?"
"Tell him what? Hey hon. Please don't leave me. I'm pregnant with what I desperately hope is your child." She shifted her weight, resting her hand on her stomach. "I broke his heart Tom. This will kill him."
"Doesn't he want another baby?"
"Yes, more than me, in fact. But if this isn't his… How could he live with that? And even if it is his, it's just one more reason for him to look at me with those devastated eyes. He loves me, Tom."
"Do you love him?"
She evaded the question, gazing in to the distance.
"I lost everything. How do I pick up the pieces?"