I'm so sorry it's been forever since I've last updated. But I'm not abandoning this story, I promise! I've just been busy. This is just a short chapter but there's more to come.

Alicia woke to the sound of a loud cry. Sighing, she glanced over at the clock. 4:30 am. Alicia groaned and rolled over, only to see that the other side of the bed was empty. She was alone. She groaned and got up, following the sounds of the crying down the hall and feeling like she hadn't slept in days. She reached the source of the earsplitting sound and reached down to pick up her distressed baby.

"Shhh….shhhh…Mommy's here, it's okay," she cooed. Suddenly, her phone rang. The name flashed across the screen: Diane. Alicia struggled to bring the phone to her ear as she held the fussing infant.

"Hello? Diane?"

"Alicia, hello. I'm sorry for calling at such a crazy hour, but it's an emergency. One of our major clients has just been arrested for murder and we need all hands on deck. We need you here as soon as possible."

Alicia glanced at the baby in her arms. Seriously, this is happening right now?

"Uh, sure, Diane. No problem. I'll be there soon."

Alicia hung up the phone and tried to soothe her baby, but the cries only became louder and more intense. Alicia glanced helplessly around the room, alone with no one to help her.

A loud beeping pulled Alicia back to consciousness. She gasped, sitting suddenly upright, the terror of her dream sticking with her in the first few moments of waking before clarity set in. She sighed and fell back against the pillow as she realized it was not real. It's fine, she thought. I'm fine. It was just a dream. Then, with a sinking feeling, she realized that that very dream could be in her future. There would be a baby. There would be work. It was going to be tough to balance. But she wouldn't be alone…right?

She tried to push those unwanted thoughts from her mind as she climbed out of bed. Like clockwork, her stomach summarily turned over and sent her bolting for the toilet. With Zach and Grace, she had been sick almost every morning of her first trimester, as well as anytime she ate or even smelled a whiff of seafood. It seemed that things would go the same way with this pregnancy. How fantastic.

Alicia finished getting ready for work and went out to make breakfast for Zach and Grace. Maybe she was feeling guilty, but she decided to make them a big breakfast and prepared eggs, bacon, and french toast.

Zach, like any other teenage boy, was drawn to the kitchen by the scent of food.

"Wow, mom!" he exclaimed, "What's all this for?"

"Oh, so a mother needs as excuse to cook her two wonderful children a nice breakfast now?"

Zach looked warily at his mother. "Is everything okay? Did something happen with Dad?"

"What? No… Zach everything's fine. Just enjoy your breakfast."

Soon, Grace joined them and the three sat down to enjoy their meal.

Alicia looked at her two children and was struck with a pang of guilt. How would she ever be able to tell them? What would they think of her? There was no way they would ever be okay with this. It just wasn't fair for her to make her children have to deal with yet another of their parents' mistakes.

Except they weren't her only children anymore, Alicia thought with a start. She had three children now. She was here, enjoying breakfast with all her children, two by Peter Florrick and one by Will Gardner. Who would have ever thought something as crazy as that could happen?

"Mom, are you okay?" Grace asked.

Alicia realized she had been zoned out, staring off into the distance with her hand resting gently on her stomach. Realizing this, she quickly picked up her fork.

"Of course, honey. Just concerned about a case that's all," she said, smiling reassuringly at her middle child. "Nothing to worry about."