She stared at the calendar on her desk, a blank look on her face.

"Knock, knock," a voice called.

"Wendell," she whispered. "Get in here."

"Yes?" She looked back down at the calendar, and he followed her gaze. "Did I miss something?" He held up his hand, ticking off on his fingers. "It's not my birthday. It's not your birthday. It's not a holiday..."

"I'm late," she whispered.

He looked at her, confused for a moment. "Oh."

"Oh?"

He raked a hand through his hair. "God, Lily. I mean…"

She stared at him with piercing brown eyes, chewing on her bottom lip. "What do you mean, Wendell?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." He put his hands up in mock surrender. "Wait a minute. You don't think I'm going to leave you, do you?" She slouched in her seat. "Do you really think so little of me?"

"It's not like I've had the best examples of men in my life, okay?"

He came around to her side of the desk, massaging her shoulders and whispering in her ear. "I would never leave, Lily Cate. Don't even worry about that for a second. Whatever happens, I am right here with you."

She laid the box on the conveyor belt, wishing she could melt into the floor.

"EPT."

She hated the acronym.

Wendell cut by the person behind her, laying down a tiny yellow sleeper, all smiles.

"Seriously?" she wanted to ask. She wanted to make him put the damn thing back and wipe that stupid grin off of his face.

Until she saw the way the woman behind her, with her own two little ones, looked at them. She supposed they looked a little more like a happy family and less like a too young, unwed couple.

And the outfit did have some really cute ducks on it.

Lily sat nervously on the bathroom counter, impatiently tapping her foot against the cabinets. Wendell stood in the kitchen, looking into the fridge aimlessly, his nearly full beer sitting on the counter next to him.

Finally, her phone vibrated. It had been five minutes. She took a deep breath and picked up the stick she had been forcing herself not to look at.

A negative sign.

She padded into the kitchen, and Wendell closed the refrigerator door when he saw her feet underneath.

"Well?" he asked uncertainly.

She shook her head. "I'm not pregnant." He nodded silently, pulling her in for a tight hug.

"It's almost bittersweet."

She shook her head against his chest. "One day. But not now."

"I can live with that."