When Paul got home that afternoon, Elise had left. I was sitting in the living room and he sat next to me.

"Hey, how are you feeling now?" He asked. I turned to face him and I nodded my head.

"I'm feeling much better." I said. Paul nodded and walked over to his bedroom. I walked in and saw him open his top dresser drawer. I watched him and saw him lift the note up. I bit my lip and he turned to face me.

"Is this true?" He asked. I nodded my head and he looked down at the note that read

Make room Daddy... I'm moving in... If you want me to

He shut the drawer that was filled with newborn diapers and rubbed his face.

"Do you want them to?" I asked. Paul pulled me into his arms and hugged me.

"I'm not letting you raise this baby on your own." Paul said.

"Yeah but... are you ready for another baby?" I asked.

"I wasn't ready when Alexander was born either." Paul sighed. I stood there awkwardly and he pulled me into his arms.

"Does this mean because our baby is moving in here, you get to move in here too?" Paul asked. I laughed and nodded my head.

"Well, I guess we can start working on cleaning out Alexander's nursery." Paul said.

"We can a little bit but don't throw his stuff away; I want you to keep it." I said. Paul nodded and he took my hand and dragged me to his bedroom. We cuddled up in the bed and I smiled.

"What do you want, a boy or a girl?" He asked.

"It doesn't bother me, what do you want?" I whispered.

"As long as the baby is healthy, I won't have a problem." Paul said. I smiled and turned to face him.

"Can I call my Mom and Dad and tell them?" I asked.

"What are their reactions gonna be?" Paul asked. I sighed and shrugged.

"I don't think they will be too impressed." I said. Paul leant over and pressed his lips against mine.

"Who cares?" He said. I laughed and kissed him again.

"I sure have missed you these past five weeks." I said, resting my forehead against his.

"You have no idea how much I have missed you." Paul replied.

"Are you ready for any of this?" I asked him.

"No, but I'm not ready to lose you either." He murmured.

"What's that supposed to mean Paul?" I asked.

"I don't know," He replied. I lay there staring at him and he kissed me softly.

When I woke up next, I decided to call Mom and Dad and tell them the news.

"Hello?" Mom said, answering the phone.

"Hey Mom," I said.

"Stephanie, how are you?" Mom asked.

"I'm good thanks; I want to tell you something." I said.

"What's that sweetheart?" She said.

"I'm expecting a baby with my boyfriend." I said.

"What? Stephanie, you have just come out of a divorce, did you even think about this at all?" Mom asked.

"Well, I didn't at the time no but I do know that I want this baby." I replied.

"Well, you are twenty-three years old; I can't exactly tell you what to do." Mom said.

"Are you disappointed that I fell pregnant?" I asked.

"Stephanie sweetie, it would be a different story if you were married." Mom said.

"Just because I'm not married to him doesn't mean I don't want him to be in my life forever. I know what I got myself into and the Dad wants to be involved." I said.

"That's good then honey, I'm sorry but I have to get off, your father is taking me out for dinner." Mom said.

"All right, talk to you soon." I said. The line went dead and I walked out of the bedroom.

"What's up Stephanie?" Paul asked. I shrugged and sat on the sofa.

"Are you feeling all right? Do you need anything?" Paul said.

"I just need to be alone right now." I said.

"Steph," Paul said and I turned to look at him.

"I'm scared Paul," I whispered. Paul's brow furrowed and he came closer to me.

"What are you scared about?" He asked.

"I'm not meant to be a Mom." I replied. Paul sat next to me and linked our fingers together.

"What do you mean Stephanie?" He asked.

"I've had three miscarriages before; I won't be able to survive if I have another one." I said.

"Oh babe, come here," He said, pulling me into his arms.

"Our baby is gonna be just fine. You know why Steph? Both parents are gonna be here for it. Harrison didn't want to be a father, hell he is a father now and he doesn't care for his babies. I'm gonna care for this child Stephanie." Paul said. I nodded and wiped my eyes on his t-shirt.

"Am I gonna get maternity leave?" I asked. Paul chuckled and pulled back to look at me.

"How much work do you do in the first place?" Paul asked. I shrugged and he pulled my face to his.

"I'll consider it," He replied, softly kissing along my jaw line.

"Are... are you going to tell your parents?" I asked.

"I already did, while you were sleeping. Mom is overjoyed. She said that it was a bit rushed but she didn't mind. She wants us to go over and have dinner tomorrow night." Paul said. I nodded and looked down at his t-shirt. I sighed and moved my hands forward, playing with the buttons.

"I wish my family was so supportive," I said, unbuttoning his top two buttons. I leant forward and pressed my lips against his.

"Mmm... I want you," Paul murmured against my lips. I finished unbuttoning his shirt and he pushed my backwards. I saw the lust in his eyes and knew he saw it in mine.

"Paul," I sighed. His lips captured mine again and we both got lost in the moment.

"Steph, wake up babe," Paul said. I murmured and rolled over to face him.

"I think our relationship has progressed pretty darn quickly," I murmured. Paul chuckled as I sat up and looked at him.

"That's a good point there Steph. How about we go on a lunch date and then talk at the park before we go to dinner at my parents?" Paul asked. I smiled and nodded my head.

"I'd like that a lot." I said. Paul helped me up and took me out to the kitchen. Eggs, bacon and hash browns were sitting on the table and I smiled.

"Yummy, thanks a lot." I said, sitting down and starting to eat. Paul sat down next to me and watched me.

"What are you looking at?" I asked.

"Do you realise how beautiful you are naturally, without all your makeup?" Paul said. I blushed and shrugged my shoulders.

"Well you are Stephanie," Paul said. I grinned and looked back down at my food.

"I'm going to get in a shower, eat up." He said. I nodded and watched as he left the room.

"So, are you excited at the prospect of becoming a father?" I asked. Paul shrugged and squeezed my hand.

"Steph, I'm more nervous than anything. I mean, I was only a father for three months." Paul said. I nodded and he placed his hand on the small of my back as he guided me into the restaurant. We sat down at a table and Paul gripped my hand softly across the table.

"Steph, I don't know that much about you. You want to tell me all about you?" He asked.

"There's not much to know, I married young and regretted it suffered three miscarriages, two of which were Harrison's fault and now I am pregnant to the most caring guy on the earth." I said.

"What about your family?" He asked.

"My Mom and Dad, their names are Vince and Linda McMahon, my brother is Shane McMahon. He is married to a woman named Marissa but I don't talk to him now. He refused to talk to me when I married Harrison." I said.

"What did you mean that Harrison caused two of your three miscarriages?" Paul asked.

"When he found out, he said he wasn't ready for a baby so he kicked me in the stomach. I don't want to talk about it though so please, can we just change the subject?" I said.

"Stephanie, I think I want to tell you something," Paul said. I nodded and he looked up at me seriously.

"I want to tell you about how I saw my ex-wife kill Alexander." Paul said. my eyes widened and I shook my head but he gripped his hand.

"Steph, I have never told anyone this." He said. I bit my lip and nodded.

"It's going to help me move on." Paul said. I nodded again and squeezed his hand softly as he took a deep breath.


A.N : The next chapter is going to be in Paul's P.O.V about Alexander. Please give me reviews, I love getting feedback for my stories. :) Also, any suggestions will be welcomed either as a review or just send me a message.