Will's mom slammed the jar of peanut butter down on the counter. "William I demand to know what's going on RIGHT NOW. First you show up here without anyone or anything claiming a business trip. Then Rachel shows up, lost and broken hearted."

Rachel glanced at his mom. "I. . . I never said"

"You didn't have to say anything honey. Your eyes tell the whole story."

Will looked down at Lea, then at his mom. "Why don't you ask Rachel? Tell her how she led me on, how she made me lose everything I had here, only for her to cheat on me with Jesse !"

Rachel drew in a sharp breath. He had seen that kiss between her and Jesse. "Will that was a mistake. It was him not me I"

He threw his hand up in the air. "Save it."

Will's mom sat down, totally clueless. "Who is this Jesse kid?"

"Rachel's ex boyfriend. The one that she said was Lea's dad in the first place. Is Lea even mine Rachel?"

Rachel felt like she had just been slapped in the face. "Do you really believe that I would do that to you? To Lea?"

Will stood just inches from her face, a single tear sliding down his face. "Truthfully, I don't know what to believe anymore."

He pushed past Rachel, and went out the back door.

"Daddy!" Lea called after him, pressing her chubby little hands against the screen of the door.

Will's mom scooped up the now crying toddler, cradling her in her arms. "Hey Lea? Do you like ice cream?"

Rachel kissed Lea on the forehead. "It's ok Lea Bee. You eat some ice cream ok? Mommy's going to go get daddy."

Will's mom flashed a sympathetic smile toward her, and then turned to get Lea an ice cream bar from the freezer.

Rachel pushed open the screen door and headed out to the swing set, Where Will was sitting.

She hesitated as she approached him, but took a seat on the adjoining swing. They sat there in silence for a few minutes, swaying slightly on the swings. "Lea really is yours you know."

Will glanced at her, his face tore apart, tears cascading down his face. "I know. I couldn't deny her if I wanted to. She has my chin."

Rachel smiled for a minute. She turned to face him. "Will, baby what you saw, it was a mistake."

"What I saw was another man kiss my fiancé, and tell her he loved her. The same man that she has been spending a lot of time with. What was I suppose to think?"

"He kissed me. I pushed him back. I told him I had you. I did Will, I did."

Will turned away from her, staring into the sky. "Face it Rachel. Our lives are different. I'm a grown man, ready to settle down have a family. Your life is just beginning. I should have never let you in my hotel room that night. Falling for you, that was a mistake."

Rachel reached for him, but he pulled away. She sighed. "We're not different Will. We're in love. We're not a mistake, we were meant to happen."

He stood up, smoothing out his shirt. He placed his hand on his head. "That's where you're wrong. Wake up Rachel, stop dreaming. We were in love. I honestly don't think that we can move pass this. I stood there in the back of that theater holding our daughter who had been crying for you all day. I stood there, watching you in another man's arms, giving away the only thing I had in my life. You."

Rachel opened her mouth to say something but Will stopped her. "I think you should go now."

Rachel turned away and headed toward the house, her face scrunched up, the pain inside of her bubbling over. By the time she got to the house she was in sobs. Lea ran up to her, chocolate dotting her mouth. "Mama it ok."

She hugged Lea tight. "It's ok Lea. Mama is ok." She tried to dry her tears, but they wouldn't stop coming. She scooped up Lea and wrapped her coat around her. She glanced at Will's mom as she walked to the door. "Thank you. Thank you for everything." Will's mom tried to stop her, but Rachel pushed through, waiting until she was outside for the next round of tears to erupt.

XXX

Will lie in his bed, the memories creeping into his dreams every time he closed his eyes. Rachel's face danced in front of him, her nose scrunched up in a smile, flour across her cheeks, the night he proposed. His hands warm against her skin as he felt Lea move inside of her womb. Her big honey brown eyes starring through him, full of shock and desire in New York that night. He picked up the stuffed animal, the beaten down, thread bare yellow bunny that he had picked up in the living room. Lea's bunny. She must have dropped it when Rachel left. This small little piece of Lea, maybe the last little bit of her he would ever have. He ran his finger across the worn ear, thinking of her tiny face pushed up against the screen door this afternoon, her tiny voice calling after him. He gripped the bunny tightly against his chest, and cried himself to sleep.