Here it is… the other ending. I liked leaving everything up in the air though.

SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE SPOILERS, BUGGER OFF.

Ehem, sorry if that was rude… but yeah. Enjoy!

My foot bounced worriedly as I sat on the edge of the bed. This was bad. I thought back to every time I heard one of the girls in the gang got knocked up and oh sure, you say congratulations but you can tell from the look on their faces they don't believe you. Because deep down, all you can think is 'Poor thing. Her life is over. She gonna have to work three jobs and raise that thing alone.'

Some logical part of me says my situation is totally, utterly different to those girls, which it is. But it's cultural conditioning, I guess.

Babies are bad fuckin' news.

The sound of the pipes and water shut off and I heard Johnny get out of the shower, the padding of his feet crossing the tiles, the soft swish of a towel being pulled from the rack. A rustle as he starts to dry. Before I knew it the door to the ensuite slid open and he shamelessly strutted on out into the bedroom, dropped the towel in the hamper then went to the closet for clothes.

Damn sexy bastard, this is all his fault. Man, there's a logical fallacy for you…

While he was rummaging around for jeans he glanced over a tattooed shoulder to me, noticing I was staring at him. He grinned.

"…You enjoyin' the show there?"

"I'm pregnant."

The room ground to a halt. Hell, it felt like a movie trailer record scratched, dogs froze saying 'aroo?' and the whole damn city ground to a halt. Johnny blinked, only one leg in his jeans and he stared at me for a very, very long time.

"…Come again?" he finally asked. I tried looking nonchalant, calm.

"I'm pregnant," I repeated. He looked me up and down, probably wondering if this was some elaborate prank. I cleared my throat. "Gat finish putting your pants on."

He did. I watched him the whole time, trying to figure out what was going through his mind. He came over and sat down next to me on the bed, eyes a little wide and he stared at the carpet.

"…How uh… how far along?" he asked. He sounded really, really weird. Of course he did we'd never exactly had a conversation like this before. I netted my fingers over my knees.

"If I had to guess, three, maybe four weeks," I said. I actually heard Johnny swallow.

"Look, don't take this the wrong way, but… how?" And it was utter confusion that he looked at me with, "I thought you were getting those injection things each month?"

Now this was the really awkward part. "Well, you were gone four months. So I wasn't getting them," I reasoned, "Then you came back but shit was still so crazy that I uh… forgot?"

It was Johnny's turn to give the flat looks.

"You forgot?" he repeated. We both looked ahead at the bedroom wall then. Beside me Johnny dropped his forehead to his hand, rubbing his brow with a thumb and forefinger.

"…Wow," he eventually said, drawing a long breath through his nose, and straightening. "So, what's our next move?"

I shook my head, my mind becoming steely, "Well I figured I'd just… get rid of it."

To my surprise Johnny snapped his head up and stared at me, eyes wide. When I realised he hadn't been expecting that answer we both went to speak, stopping and verbally stumbling over each other for a moment.

"Wh-?" "I-" "No, you go-" "You don't think I-?" "Well, yeah I mean… no-" "Cos it's not-"

We both stopped talking and stared at each other. You know someone this long it gets pretty hard to be shocked by them. We'd managed it now though. Johnny cleared his throat again and looked forward.

"No, that uh…" he rallied himself, "Sounds like the thing to do."

Usually I'm glad when someone takes my side. This time, I was surprised to find it hurt a little. "Well so long as we're agreed then," I mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah agreed," he said swiftly. This room was suddenly very small and I began feeling nauseous again. I dropped my head a bit to try and stop the swirling, sickly feeling churning in my sinuses and stomach.

"Fuck…" Gat eventually said, "I'm gonna need a moment here."

I nodded, not really wanting to vomit right now, "We can talk about it another time."

"Right." Another short silence. "Does anyone else know?"

"No, uh-uh," I grumbled, shaking my head. Well, it wasn't going as bad as I thought. Johnny hadn't bolted or climbed out the window. Still, I couldn't get that look he had out of my mind, that shock when I'd told him what I planned to do. He truly hadn't been expecting it…

"I gotta know," he started after a while, levelling a foreign look at me, "You already decided what you're gonna do, why tell me?"

I blinked. "…You kinda have a right to know about this shit, don't you think?"

The corner of his mouth tugged into a frown, "I mean, you decide something like that then come and tell me about it?"

I studied him a moment. "…You don't think I should get rid of it?" I asked and he quickly put his hands up.

"Whoah, I didn't say-" but he didn't finish his sentence. We were staring at each other again, our eyes locked.

Perspective started shifting then.

This was Johnny. He'd been my best friend for ten years and I knew in the deepest part of me that he'd always be in my life, because we were just tied like that. And for all the years since conquering Stilwater for the second time, he'd been a lot more than a best friend…

He was my home. The man I love.

He was a part of me.

If I was ever gonna have a kid it would have been with him. And just like that I was trying to remember the reasons to get red of it in the first place. My expression must have been changing because I felt his hand cover mine, grip squeezing on my fingers.

"Lilith," he said lowly, "We got plenty of time to think this shit through."

I could only nod.

For a long time we just sat in silence, stuck in our own contemplation. After some minutes, Gat's shoulders shrugged with a silent laugh.

"Three weeks. I work fast."

I snorted a surprised laugh out, shouldering him a little, "Well if you didn't go commando all the time… though I guess me being absent minded as fuck didn't help."

"Nope."

Another beat of silence. He smirked at me and I rolled my eyes.

"What?"

"Nah, just the thought of you waddling around all barefoot carrying my son," he joked and I thumped him on the arm.

"Fuckoff Johnny," I said lazily, then stitched on as an afterthought, "And it'd be a girl."

"Don't think so."

"Yeah well I know so," I said haughtily. I realised then we were smiling at each other, my hand still wrapped up in his, bantering about… our child. Identical looks of realisation passed over us both.

Wow… I think we just agreed to have a baby.