As soon as I got home I saw Paul and Jared in the living room, watching some sports game. Paul looked out the window when I slammed the car door shut. He didn't get up, though, because he knew I would attack him as soon as I got into the house.

And I did just that. I ran into his arms and kissed him warmly. Keyanna didn't come in with me; she had to go to work. Jared hugged me next and ran his hand over my stomach.

"I'm going to be an uncle," he whispered. "I can't believe it."
"And I'm going to be a father," Paul added. "That's more than an uncle."

"You know what dude," Jared warned. "Shut up."

He smirked and then wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me. He kissed my cheek and fell down on the couch to put me in his lap. He started rubbing my stomach.

"My baby's in there," he whispered.

"Maybe," I whispered back.

"Maybe?" he asked. "What do you mean maybe?"

"What if it's Jeremy's?"
"It can't be Jeremy's," Jared assured me. "Can it?"

Paul froze. He wasn't speaking, but a glare in his eyes came out. He was pissed off. At first, it was supposed to be the baby he and I shared together, but it could've been the baby Jeremy and I shared, which was something that I didn't want for my child.

"Even if it is his, we're still going to raise it together," I turned to Paul. "Right?"

He shook his head. "Of course we will. This baby will never know it's father if it's Jeremy's."

"Good," I replied. "I'm glad we agree."

"But one day, this baby will have to know who it's real father is," Jared piped up. "It's wrong to keep this baby's true father away from it."

"No," I shot back. "This baby will always be mine and Paul's. Jeremy will have no part in this baby's life."

"I didn't say that Jeremy had to be a part of it's life," Jared fought. "I'm just saying that the baby should know that it's real father is in prison until the baby's twenty one."

"Why though?" I asked. "Why ruin the perfect life this baby will have by introducing a complicated thing like Jeremy?"

"Because it's not fair for this baby to grow up without knowing it's real dad, even if it doesn't even suspect that Paul isn't it's real dad."

"Can we just shut up about this?" Paul growled. "It doesn't matter now. The fucking baby hasn't even been born yet."
"Excuse me?" I asked. "Don't ever refer to the baby like that again. This baby will be the best thing that has ever happened to me, even if it isn't yours."

He sighed. "Sorry baby. I just don't like talking about Jeremy."
"You think I like it?"
"No."

"I'm going to leave you two alone." Jared got up and walked outside. "See ya!"
I rolled my eyes. "Well that was just great."

"Sorry baby," Paul took me and lay me down on his chest. "I shouldn't have said anything. I didn't mean to make you upset."
"It's not your fault," I sighed. "It's Jeremy's."

"I hate him," he growled. "If he comes anywhere near you, I swear to God, I'm going to kick his ass so hard he won't be able to sit for the rest of his life."

"Don't worry about him," I replied. "We got him in jail, and that's all that matters, right?"

"And that we're together," he added, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

"Yeah." I turned on my side and snuggled into his chest. "I know that matters."

"So, what do you want to do today?" he asked, adjusting himself to the curves of my body. "We could see a movie, or we could go shopping."

"I'd rather just stay here," I replied. "Next week I have another doctor's appointment."

"Oh really? Did you see our baby?"

I nodded. "It was beautiful. It's too early to decipher the sex, but it's still beautiful. We should pick out baby names."
"Isn't it a little early for that? I mean, we have nine months."

"It would still be nice."

"Well what do you want to name the baby?" he asked.

"Something Italian for the girl," I replied. "What about something like Alessia or Daniela or maybe even Natalia? And maybe something more traditional and close to the Native American routes for the boy."
"Honey, we live in a world now where traditional names mean nothing," Paul laughed. "I'd like something more today for the boy. Like Logan or Gregory or even Alexander."

I sighed. "This is what we get for putting two separate people together to raise a baby."

"Hey." He ran his hands over my stomach. "We're going to do just fine with this baby. I promise."

I sighed again and lay my head against his chest. It was nice just to spend time with him, just the two of us. It seemed like I never spent time like that with him anymore. There was too much going on.

I figured this was the perfect time to tell him my secret. Everyone was out of the house, no one was going to judge me, and, even though he would freak out, I didn't mind too much. I was expecting the worst and hoping for the best, the best being him only freaking out a little bit.

"So, Paul, can I tell you something?" I asked.

"Sure. You can tell me anything."

"Well, I have a problem…"

He sat up straight and pulled me closer to him. "What do you mean a problem?"

"I have an eating disorder," I sighed. "I have ever since we met, and I still have."

Suddenly, he picked me up and threw me on the couch.

"What do you mean?" he screamed. I cowered in my own fear. I had never seen him like this. He was worse than I had ever seen him. "Are you that selfish?"

"I- I'm sorry," I whispered. Salty tears streamed down my face.

"Do you realize how many fucking people care about you?" he screamed, pulling me up by the wrist. "Do you understand that you have a fucking baby growing inside you that needs food?" He dropped my wrist and I fell to the couch. "Do you understand?"

"Y-y-yes," I cried. "Y-yes I-I do under-s-stand."

His eyes softened when he saw me crying. He got down on his knees, took my hand, and pressed it to his forehead.

"I'm sorry baby," he whispered. "I just can't believe it. I care about you so much, and can't help seeing you hurting yourself. You need to see a counselor or go get help or something. If you don't do it for me or for yourself, do it for the baby. You need this help."

"I know I do," I sobbed. "I need someone to help me get help. I need you, Paul."
"I'm here baby." He picked me up and put me on his lap as I cried. He held me close like he would never let me go. That was all that I really needed. "I'm always here for you, baby."

"Just don't hurt me," I continued, sobbing. "Please don't. I love you."

"I love you too," he replied. "And I always will. I will never hurt you, no matter what you do. I'm always here for you, no matter what. I love you so, so much and can't stand to see you hurt yourself. Please don't do it anymore."

"I need your help," I whispered.

"I'm always here."