A/N: Toldja. :)

Sobs wracked Elle's tiny body. Paulette let her use the rest of the tests and all of them came out positive. She was pregnant. She went over and over the last couple of months in her head. It was impossible that Warner was the father. They had only recently started having sex again. Maybe even four weeks ago. She figured that was probably enough time to get pregnant, but you never know. She wasn't going to jump to conclusions, though, and just readily assume that Emmett was the father.

"Another round, guys?" The bartender put two more glasses on the bar in front of them, and Elle just laughed.

"It's like you KNOW me!" She giggled like a ditz. "Whoa, I sound like I just sucked helium! Is this really what my voice sounds like? Mayonnaise. MAN-AISE. Lasagna... Las-ag-na..."

He merely laughed and looked at Emmett. "Is it time to cut her off?"

Emmett just shook his head. "No, no. She can handle herself. Two more shots, and then I think we'll be done. How much do I owe ya, John?"

"Nothing, tonight's on me. Be safe getting her home. Don't let her get hurt," he said with a casual laugh as he grabbed a rag and began to clean off the bar.

"Elle, one more shot."

"No, no! I can't. That's gonna be my 'Oh,shit, I probably shouldn't have had that shot' shot and I can't take it back! You can't take drunk back! Drunk doesn't go away until you wake up and even then it doesn't even go away!"

"Pleeeease? You never drink with me anymore! Just one more shot. It'll be fun! We can walk home and cause a ruckus!"

She giggled and picked up the glass. "Alright, alright! But don't be a pansy, no lime! No salt! These are grown-up ass shots!" She chugged it like a champ. "Come on, let's go!" As much as Elle liked drinking, she wasn't really sure if she was actually drunk. In her head she always though, 'I can stop acting like this at any second if I wanted to.' She never did, though. Maybe that's what alcohol does to you.

With his arm around her, Emmett led Elle out of the bar and onto the street. It was a beautiful March evening. It wasn't freezing anymore, but it wasn't exactly cold, either. It was perfect weather. There was a nice breeze, and it was blowing Elle's hair back just so. She looked like an angel.

"So... You haven't gotten this drunk in a while," he said casually. He was trying to distract himself from the blood rushing away from his brain and to other...parts.

She giggled. "It feels good! I'm gonna regret this in the morning, but I don't care! You're always so calm and laid back when you drink. Why is that?"

"I don't know." He shrugged. "It calms me down, I guess. Same way smoking calms you down."

"I hate smoking."

"Then why do you do it?"

"Because it calms me down. And then I stress out that I'm smoking and then I'm not calm anymore."

"Exactly." His heart beat began to race as she snuggled herself into him for warmth. It was getting a bit chilly. It was almost three in the morning. "You okay?"

"You're just so...safe. And warm. You make me feel alive."

Emmett couldn't help himself. He pulled her in closer, as if she was his...girlfriend. He wanted that so badly. She just smiled up at him. There was so much love for him in her eyes, or maybe it was the tequila. Either way, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers. His testosterone levels jumped sky-high. His heart began to race as she deepened the kiss and slipped her arms around his neck.

They had stopped walking now and were locked on each other in the middle of a Boston street. He tangled his fingers in her gorgeous hair. "God, Elle, you are so beautiful," he whispered against her lips. She moaned into him and pulled him closer.

"I want you so bad. I need you." She was begging him to take her back to his place...and he did. He ravaged her. He gave her the best night of her life. It wasn't even that the liquor made them do it. Sexual tension and frustration had built up between them since the moment they met. Their bodies fell into a rhythm with each other, and waves of passion coursed through them until they couldn't see straight anymore.

Unfortunately, Elle had taken her birth control patch off that Friday. It was Saturday and she hadn't started her period yet. Drunken stupor = no condom. No birth control x no condom = baby central.

She replayed the events over and over in her head. She couldn't even remember whether or not they had used a condom! When they woke up that morning, they didn't even question it or ask! How stupid do you have to be? God, she was so mad at herself. Remembering the events caused another wave of frustrated tears to come coursing down her face. It had been three months. She had only been back together with Warner for one month. It was possible. It was entirely possible that Warner was the father, but that one night wasn't the last time she and Emmett had had sex. Oh, holy sweet Jesus. This was a pickle she wouldn't be able to pretty herself out of.

Emmett's subtle knock on the door of her dorm room pulled her out of her thoughts. What the hell was she going to do?