"Terri? What the hell…"

"Am I doing here? I think you know, Will," She was wearing a tan trench coat, and she pulled at the belt of it. Letting it fall to the entry way floor, she revealed a pink and white lace corset and lacy matching boy shorts. She had garter strings holding up pink silk stockings and the smallest, thinnest floral robe known to mankind. "To get you to have pointless, empty post divorce sex."

"What? Terri, no! Get out!"

"You know you don't want me to, you just want," she began to unlace her corset, "Me. You miss me, Will."

"No, I don't. Right now, I miss my peace and quiet, so get out."

She shook her head, narrowing her eyes, obviously trying to look sexy.

"Get. Out."

"Oh, Will, you want me to stay."

Will was boiling with anger. He gave her a look of extreme disgust and picked up the trench coat, shoving it into her torso.

"Take this, put it on. And Get. The Hell. Out!"

Terri shook her head, sarcastically. Obviously her plan was not working. What kind of world did we live in where you couldn't just strip down and automatically seduce your ex husband, to whom you lied about being pregnant? It was sad, just sad.

She stared at him. The look on his face reminded her so painfully of that terrible night in the kitchen, where he had been angrier than he had been ever in there marriage… the night her secret had been exposed.

"Will, Will, you're scaring me." Terri had squealed.

She meant it. But she couldn't back down now. She would do everything she could to win back the man she loved, she had to.

"I'll be back when you invite me again,"

"I didn't invite you this time!"

"Not consciously," She winked.

Oh, god. When the hell did Terri start taking behavior examples from April Rhodes?

"William, you aren't getting rid of me anytime soon." She growled as he slammed the door behind her.

Oh god, he wasn't, he knew. But he had other things to worry about when his phone rang, and it was Emma. She sounded like she was sobbing.

"Emma? I cant hear what you're saying… What's wrong?" murmurs and deep breaths, no doubt tears muffling up the phone clarity. "Okay, Emma, I'm coming over there."

He probably broke more traffic laws than on his record. Not only was his heart filled with concern, he was super curious… what the hell could be going on?

Arriving at her place, he practically broke down the door and called her name.

"H-hey-" sob- "I-I'm in-" sob-"here."

Will walked into her bathroom. She was sitting on the floor next to the bathtub, surrounded by wax paper wrapper and boxes for….
Pregnancy tests.