A/N: I fixed the mistake from chapter two, this was originally a Jay/Emma/Sean story, but those are so common that I liked the Jay/Ellie/Sean story better. Sorry! Again, flashbacks are italicized.
Ellie spend the next day both dreading and looking forward to Sean's visit. In the few minutes she had seen him yesterday, she had remembered all of the love she had for him. But she had also remembered all of the pain. All of the promises he had broken. But she couldn't send him away because he'd hurt her, she had Cameron to think about this time. Ellie wished that she had done things differently, that she had called Sean and told him about the baby the minute she found out. That she had gone up to him when she saw him at his trailer with that skank. But she hadn't. This was the cost. Her son didn't know his father, and why? Because she hadn't told him when she had the chance.
Ellie was a nervous wreck the whole day, she ran from room to room, cleaning them spotlessly, and then re-cleaning them. She drank at least six cups of coffee-black like her soul. She didn't even think about eating. All she could think about was Sean, and her feelings for him that were resurfacing. That only made her feel guilty, because Jay had been there for her. She knew he had feelings for her, and she wasn't exactly unfond of him, but there was something about Sean that she found irresistable. She couldn't help herself. She shook the feelings away. This wasn't about how she felt about Sean or how she felt about Jay, this was about Cameron getting to know his father. Sean was a good person, and Cameron would do good to learn from him. But Jay was a good role model too...
Ellie felt like pulling her hair out. The back and forth between Jay and Sean was driving her nuts. She could go on all day listing reasons why one is better than the other and still not come up with any answer.
Ellie put her hand on Reagans stomach to see if she was still breathing, and she was. She looked beautiful, asleep in her playpen.
"Mommy, hungry," Cameron said.
Ellie smiled at his sentance fragment. "Okay, sweetie," she said picking up her son. She carried him to the kitchen and started boiling a hot dog for him.
Ellie sat on her bed, looking at her planner. She was supposed to have had her perios six weeks ago. Marco opened her door and she looked up at him, scared.
"Sorry," he said, "are you busy?"
"Marco, I have to tell you something," Ellie began as he sat next to her.
"Shoot."
"Remember when Sean came over last month?" she asked. When he nodded she continued, "Well...we sort of..."
His eyes widened. "Are you serious?"
"There's more," she said, setting the planned in his lap.
He looked down at it, confused. Then a look of realization came over his face. "No way," he said.
"I've been late before, but never this late," she told him.
"Let's go get you a test," he said, standing up.
"No," she said pulling him back down. "I don't want to know."
"Ellie," Marco said, his voice concerned. "I know you're afraid of change, but this isn't exactly the kind of thing you can wait around on."
"I don't want to know, Marco. I don't want this to happen."
"You have to know either way, Ellie."
She had been so mad at Sean that day. For everything. For making love to her and leaving her, for getting her pregnant, but most of all for not loving her. For loving Emma more. He had always loved Emma more. Ellie could never get close because he was always watching Emma.
Sean knocked on the door around three thirty, and Ellie felt knots in her stomach as she went to answer it.
She opened the door, "Sean, you're early.'
"Wanted to get as much time in as possible," he said, stepping in the door. He had two boxes in his hand.
"Did you bring him something?" Ellie asked, shutting the door.
"I brought you both something, actually," he said. He handed the smallest box to Ellie. It was small and square, like from a jewelry store.
She smiled up at him as she took the lid off of the box. There was a silver thumb ring. He knew she loved thumb rings. She smiled, "Thank you," she said, instinctively throwing her arms around him in a warm hug. He brought his arms around to hug her backback, and thats when the old feelings hit her. Ellie's mind raced with flashbacks of that Saturday in detention, of the time she moved in with him because of her mom's drinking, the day he left her standing by Jay's car staring at him, the day he made love to her, waking up the next morning with the one word note: Sorry.
She pulled away, her head dizzy with tears that she wouldn't let Sean see. He looked like the hug had gotten to him too, and he cleared his throat. "Oh, there's an inscription." He pulled the ring from its holder, and handed it to her. On the inside the words Moms are Angels were engraved. She smiled.
"Thank you, Sean. This is really great," She wanted to hug him again. To kiss him and pull him into the bedroom. She fought the urge by saying, "Is that one for Cameron?" as she put the ring on her thumb.
"Yeah," he said, "it's just a toy car."
She smiled. "Maybe he'll be a mechanic like his dad."
The comment put a big smile on Sean's face. "Maybe."
"He's at the table in the kitchen," Ellie said, pointing Sean in the direction. When he had left, she leaned against the wall, catching her breath and trying to keep her heart from pounding straight out of her chest.
Cameron started to warm up to Sean, and within the hour they were sitting on the floor rolling the toy truck back and forth. Ellie smiled at the sight. It was like Cameron knew who Sean was, even though he'd only seen him for the first time yesterday.
