Willow's POV:

Life can be awkward. When you're the new kid in school towards the middle of the year; when you let one rip in the middle of church; when your mother has to give you "the talk." I've done all of those things, but none of them could have prepared me for ice cream with Mom, Jake, and those people she knew from high school.

"Willow, behave" Mom whispered in my ear as I got out of the car with Scout on his leash.

"Don't I always?" I asked, shooting her a smirk. Mom and Jake had brought Scout with them, mostly because they didn't have the time to put him in his kennel before heading to the show.

The other people got out of their black Honda with the two year old sobbing.

"This'll be fun," I mumbled under my breath sarcastically, earning a glare from Mom.

"Sorry," I said, rolling my eyes. I noticed Jake was quieter than normal. Something was up between these adults and I wished I knew what.

Clare's POV:

"Jake, behave," I murmured, taking his hand as we walked into the ice cream parlor.

"I'll try," he smirked.

After placing an order at the counter, the 6 of us went to find seats outside. It was a fairly cool evening so it was comfortable, but having to be in the same room as Eli and Imogen—let's just say that we all can't get our way.

After we had all eaten our ice cream, Willow wanted to go play a few games. The ice cream shop had a little arcade area for the kids, which was good to keep children busy.

Jake volunteered to go with her. But why did Imogen decide to take Aiden to go play as well? He was only 2, 3 at most.

"So…" Eli began. "How does it feel to be a mom?"

Of all the questions he could ask me, it just had to be that one? I mentally groaned.

"It's great. Willow's the best thing that's ever happened to me," I chose my words carefully. If anything, I didn't want my baby's father to think I regretted having her.

"How old is she?" He asked.

"10," I said, glancing at the arcade. I smiled to myself as I caught a glimpse of Willow kicking Jake's butt at Air Hockey. He was so good with her; better than I'd ever imagined he'd be.

"So, you had her in 12th grade then," he said, quietly looking at his empty glass. I could tell he was trying to put things together. 9 months of pregnancy; I left Degrassi at the end of my 11th grade year, which means I'd have conceived her either before we'd broken up, with Jake, or I'd been cheating on them both.

"Yeah, hence the leaving Degrassi," I responded quietly.

"Is she Jake's?" he asked, his face going pale at the thought of me hooking up with Jake, my child hood friend; my rebound boyfriend.

"Not exactly….." I whispered.

"Clare, what exactly do you mean by that?" He looked as though he'd vomit.

"I mean that Jake is not the father, and I did not sleep around with people. I do know who the father is." I said quietly. "I'm not just some slut who has sex with every guy I meet."

"Is she mine?" I heard him whisper. I glanced up to see about as many emotions as a person has flash trough his eyes. Anger, resentment, happiness, frustration, confusion, and shock.

"Surprise," I sheepishly said.