Lawrence seemed so young and vulnerable as he climbed into her Fiat. His inability to reach his mum on her mobile had him in a panic like Kate had never seen before.

"Thanks for the rescue Kate," Lawrence said as he threw his overnight bag in the back seat. "Judith's place is okay when they are there with me but it's a sketchy building when they're not. Dad disappeared to search for her hours ago. I didn't like being there after it got dark."

"It's fine," Kate responded. The whole time she was with Caroline, he seemed like a surly young man who was often too big for his britches. She suddenly saw him as the youngster he still was and realized he was more dependent on his mum than he wanted to admit or than she previously understood. She wanted to reach over and give him a hug but she was afraid he would pull away from her.

"Have you had any dinner?"

"There wasn't much in the apartment," he said without looking at her.

She turned the key and decided to pick up a pizza for him on the way back to her house. She figured that by the time he was finished eating they would hear from Caroline.

She sat with him while he ate. He tried to make small talk between bites and she fought every desire she had to ask him about Portia Dixon as she didn't want to pile on his woes for the day. Instead, she contented herself in the knowledge that Caroline was with Gillian, not Portia Dixon, when Lawrence couldn't reach her.

While she cleaned up his dishes, she marveled at the fact Lawrence took William's suggestion and called her. With that one call, Lawrence gave her hope that they could do more than just co-exist if she and Caroline were to reunite. Perhaps he was turning the corner to realize that she was there for him and he would respect her more.

Once Lawrence was settled in for the night, she tried to reach Caroline without success. She placed her mobile on the bed beside her pillow in case Caroline returned their calls during the night. She wished it were Caroline beside her instead. She longed to be in her arms and share her innermost thoughts and desires with her. She missed what they had when they were alone behind their bedroom door. She wondered if they would ever again have that closeness she longed for right down to her core. Her last thoughts before drifting off to sleep were how she hoped it wasn't too late to mend her relationship with Caroline and how perhaps she should talk with her about a second chance when she takes Lawrence home in the morning.

Neither Lawrence nor Kate could get through to Caroline when they woke so Kate agreed to take him back to Conway Drive after breakfast. He had a key and wanted to shower in his own bathroom. When Kate offered to stay with him until Caroline returned she thought he looked relieved.

To their mutual surprise, John opened the door when he heard the tires of the Fiat crunch on the driveway. Lawrence's anger at his father was almost as palpable as John's dismay at seeing he had been with Kate. John's closing the door almost in her face while he was on the phone with Caroline made it clear there was no room for her at Conway Drive if he was there.

She did a slow burn in the car all the way back to her house. Lawrence never turned around to thank her. John's presence made it clear he was still trying to get back into Caroline's graces. The stark reality she faced in those few minutes at that house was that nothing appeared to have really changed in Caroline's world during their time apart. The only thing she knew for sure at that moment was that despite how much she still loved Caroline, she wasn't ready to step back into that existence.

She pulled up in front of her house and unbuckled her seatbelt. Suddenly, she felt the baby kick for the first time; at least she thought it was the baby. She paused to question if it could have been gas or her nerves, but then the baby kicked again. The sensation was a swift reminder that the baby had to be factored into her decision about reconciling with Caroline. And at that moment, she believed that a second chance was a complete non-starter based upon the events of the past twelve hours.

She made a cup of tea and just as she was settling down into her favorite chair with her dog-eared copy of What to Expect When You're Expecting, to see if it was indeed the baby she felt, her doorbell rang.

Her heart sank to her stomach the second she laid eyes on Caroline through her front door window. She was so stunned to see this woman who could quicken her pulse just by entering a room she barely knew what to say after their stilted greeting.

Given the events of the morning, she needed more time to decide if she could risk her heart on a second chance. She tried to end the conversation and close the door as quickly as possible. She almost had a clean get-away until Caroline asked if she could come in to talk. She numbly agreed while trying to steel herself to stay strong and just listen to whatever it was Caroline couldn't say on the doorstep.

She was moved by Caroline saying she would try harder and admitting she was rubbish at relationships; she needed the acknowledgment that Caroline could take some blame for her actions and inactions. But then the baby moved again and she instantly realized that despite all of the things Caroline did say, she failed to say the one thing she wanted and needed to hear the most—that she wanted the baby and would love her like her own. Perhaps if Caroline had made it clear that she understood the baby was now part of the equation and that she was delighted by it, Kate would have had less hesitation and would have opened her heart again.

She watched as the dejected blonde walked back to her Jeep with her head hung low. Seeing the sadness in her body language made her wonder if she had misjudged the situation. She regretted her negative response but was unable to will herself to call out to Caroline to comeback. Instead, she collapsed on the sofa and had what she came to call the biggest cry of her life.