Stella took a deep breath before continuing, "And thats when you yelled and left!"

One single tear left Stella's eye and dripped slowly down her cheek. Mac, with the gentlest touch, wiped it away.

"I would never do that to you Stella." Mac tried to soothe her.

"But in a way, you did."

Mac thought about what she said, then asked, "What do you mean?"

"Look at yourself!" Stella scooted away from him, "You went out and got drunk to ease the news, Mac!"

She twisted her body away, not wanting him to see the hurt he had caused her.

"Stell!" he touched her shoulder, but she jerked away.

"No, Mac! Why? Just answer me that. Why did you feel the need to get drunk?"

Mac only sighed.

"Seriously? You can't even tell me that much?" Stella stood.

"Please, sit down. Let me explain."

"I don't need to sit for you to explain. So start!" She moved across the room in a quick step. Her back was still turned to him. "Well?"

"When you told me the first part, that you were pregnant...I was happy, but scared at the same time..." Mac spoke just above a whisper.

"And you think I wasn't?" Stella finally turned to face him.

"Of course not! Please, let me talk."

"Fine," Stella huffed.

"And then you told me the rest..."

*Tears slid down her cheeks as she looked into the white porcelain bowl that sat beneath her, "I'm so sorry," she spoke into the silence.*

"You told me you lost the baby...the one thing I thought could finally bring us together...was ripped from us in an instant..."

Mac was now sniffling back the tears himself, whereas Stella just let them fall.

"Mac, there was nothing we could do...that wasn't our fault..."

"I know that, but...god damnit!" Mac punched the pillow that lay next to him on the couch.

"And what do you mean the 'only' thing that could bring us together? How do you think we made that living being in the first place?"

Mac sighed, "Yeah, but look at what you were going to do. I saw your computer screen, Stella. I saw what you were going to do!"

Stella's face twisted in confusion, but in that same moment, she remembered.

*Seeing a lit up computer screen, Mac knew Stella would be mad if she woke up to a dead laptop. He went to close the screen, but was drawn in to what was opened on Stella's screen. Dropping his head, he shook it from side to side, shocked that this secret had been kept from him, not just one secret, but several. Glancing back to her, he only whispered one word into the silence filled room, "Why?"*

"Mac, I..." but her words jumbled into a big pile of nothing.

"You what, Stella? You were going to abort the baby and not tell me about it? Just live your life keeping that huge secret from me?" Mac now stood in anger.

"That's not what I was going to do at all!" Stella yelled, "If you would've looked closer, you would've seen that the website was also a place that took babies to give away to foster parents!"

Mac yelled back, "Are you kidding me? You still would've kept it from me. That baby was very much mine as it was yours!"

"I know that!" Stella sat down, dropping her head into her hands, "I know that, Mac!"

Mac grunted in frustration and sat back down. "Why did you want to keep it from me?"

"Because! After that night, it took you so long to go back to normal. It didn't seem like you wanted it to happen. If you didn't want it to happen, why would you want a child from it?" Stella's voice was now low and had a hurt tone to it.

"That's not true, Stella. I wanted that to happen, that's why it happened."

"Then why did you act weird about it after?" she looked up to him.

"Because I didn't know how you felt about it!" Mac tried to sympathize with her.

"Really, Mac? That's your excuse?" Stella stood, walked over to the door, and with one last sigh stated, "You could've asked."

With that, she slammed the door behind her and headed up the stairs to the roof.