A week later Temperance still didn't have an answer from Seeley. She decides that she's ok with having a donor. While it isn't her favorite idea she realizes that she has to keep it a possibility. Seeley picks her up at her apartment that morning to take her to the doctor. He's quiet for most of the ride.
Finally he decides the question that has been weighing on his mind.
"Why me?" he asks.
"Excuse me?" she answers.
"Why did you ask me to be your 'baby daddy'?"
"There are a lot of reasons,"
"Such as?"
"You're honest, you're hard-working, you're a good father to your son. You're responsible, trustworthy, your accountable for your actions, and you're a wonderful friend. You're reliable. Also genetically speaking you're a pretty sound candidate,"
"You know that I wear contacts right?" he questions.
"I'm aware, but I have better than perfect vision,"
"I have really terrible vision,"
"Vision is very easily corrected,"
"I was born with a tail," he tells her.
"No you didn't,"
"How do you know?"
"You don't have a scar where a tail was removed first of all, and second of all if you did have a tail it could have quite possibly been wrapped around vertebrae. If it were removed you could have nerve damage, or be paralyzed,"
"What if I wasn't,"
"You didn't have a tail," she sighs.
"I didn't but, I have brown eyes," he tells her.
"So?"
"What if you want a kid with blue eyes? I mean you have blue eyes, but your kid might not,"
"Eye color isn't really that important,"
"My family has a history of heart disease," he tells her.
"No they don't,"
"How would you know?"
"I looked at your medical record,"
"How did you get access to that?"
"I have my ways,"
"What role will I play?"
"In what?"
"The child's life. Will he slash she slash it call me dad, or will it call me Uncle Seeley. Will I get to see it?"
"Of course you'll get to see it. We're partners. I would assume that you would see it,"
"But would I get to be it's father?"
"You can play whatever role in it's life that you would like as long as you are consistent,"
"What do you mean?"
"You can't want to be dad, but then decide a few years later that it's too complicated and want to be Uncle Seeley,"
"Who would we tell?"
"Tell what?"
"That the baby was mine?"
"We couldn't tell anyone really,"
"Because they would call it conflict of interest,"
"Exactly,"
"So a very select few?"
"Yes,"
"Circumcision?"
"Excuse me?"
"If it's a boy would you circumcise it?"
"I don't know. I have a few opinions, but I'm not a male so I'd let you decide that one,"
"Would it change?"
"Would what change?"
"Our relationship?"
"I would expect that we would have to adapt our relationship to fit the situation,"
"But would it change?"
"How?"
"What if we fight about how to raise the kid? I mean we can't take that to work,"
"Of course not,"
"I don't know how this is going to work,"
"I don't either,"
"Why are you doing this?" he asks.
"I want a baby," she answers.
"Why?"
"I want to have a piece of myself. And..."
"And what? You want a piece of me?"
"Seeley when I thought that you were dead I was lost. I didn't know how I was going to move on. I felt like a piece of myself died with you,"
"You never said that, and you certainly didn't show it,"
"Because no one would have understood, no one but you. You understand me better than anyone else. I don't have to discuss things with you. I don't have to explain myself to you. You get me,"
"I'm supposed to, I'm your partner,"
"Yeah,"
"Temperance answer me this honestly,"
"Ok,"
"Would you give me a blood transfusion?"
"Yes,"
"Would you give me a kidney?"
"Yes,"
"A slice of your liver?"
"Yes. Seeley you know that I would. I would give my life for you,"
"Why?"
She looks away. She stares out the window not wanting to answer.
"Tell me why," he demands softly.
"I can't," she tells him.
"You can't or you won't,"
"Both," she answers.
"Please tell me Temperance,"
"No,"
"What are you so afraid of?"
"I'm afraid I've already gone too far. I've let you in too close. I should have never asked you this. It's crossed every line that exists. It was selfish to ask this much of you. It was wrong. It's too complicated, and awkward, Angela was right,"
"Angela is right a lot of times,"
"That's what scares me,"
"Why?"
"Because I think that she was right about something else,"
"About what?"
"If I tell you I can't take it back,"
"So?"
"If I tell you it'll change everything,"
"And?"
"And I might lose you, because you might not be ok with it,"
"Just tell me," he begs her.
"I don't know if I can,"
"Why can't you? You tell me everything,"
"But this is different,"
"How?"
"Because it just is,"
"Just tell me," he insists.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes,"