Author's note: Sorry this took so long! I actually start writing this right after I put the last chapter up, but I lost all muse for awhile. I intended to make this a long chapter, but my brain was refusing to co-operate. Anyway, my chapters will (hopefully) get longer eventually, since the only complaints in my reviews seem to be that my chapters are too short - I promise I'll try to work on it! Thanks to everyone who's read, followed, favourited or reviewed so far, you're all wonderful people!

It was never mentioned again.

Honestly, Jeff was surprised when Annie didn't ask him about it or try to corner him. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it did concern him.

It seemed like that night was long behind him, and clearly it hadn't affected Annie as much as he thought it had.

Maybe she didn't even care. They'd slept together in one stupid, heated moment and now she was having his kid and temporarily living there (he kept telling himself she'd be gone in a month or two, he shouldn't get used to this), but that didn't mean she had feelings for him.

That thought hurt his heart. It shouldn't, God it shouldn't. But it did. As much as Jeff didn't want to admit to wanting her, to wanting anyone, he did.

The first time he fell in love it had to be with a God damn nineteen year old.

And that was a thought he very much intended to keep to himself until it all blew over. Because it would.

It had to.

As much as she avoided the subject and acted like she 'fine', Jeff had been able to feel the awkwardness overwhelming him whenever he was alone with Annie.

She might not have mentioned his drunken confessions at all and he liked to think she didn't think about them either, but she certainly avoided him as best she could, making claims that she needed to study or work on yet another diorama.

It came as a serious surprise to him when she approached to him the following Saturday morning to ask him for a favour.

And the air in the room seemed to evaporate when she told him what that favour was.

Annie knew he'd probably say no, but she had to ask him anyway. It was stupid and pathetic, but so was the thought of going through it alone.

So far he'd tactfully avoided talking about the baby or anything baby related. Despite seeming mildly interested when he'd actually gone as far as to set up a nursery in his apartment, any feigned interest had now died out.

Sometimes she'd catch him glancing, but she assumed he was just being gross and looking at her boobs, considering they were kind of hard to miss these days.

The idea of him agreeing to go with her to her first ultrasound (she hated knowing she was late to do something, but after an awkward few months of Jeff avoiding her, the twelve week scan just hadn't seemed appropriate - or feasible considering she kind of wanted him there - so sixteen weeks would have to do) was ridiculous. But she had to try.

"If this favour involves doing things, I think I'm going to have to say no. You know how I feel about doing things." He was trying to keep things light, but she didn't seem all too impressed.

This was one of her 'formidable' moments. Her face was nothing but serious, and despite the nerves deep down inside, she was trying her hardest to keep eye contact.

"I have my first scan today, and I was kind of hoping you'd come? We don't have to make a big deal about it, I just want you to come as my friend, because Abed would probably bring his video camera and ask to film my-"

"I'll do it."

Neither one of them felt all too calm when they arrived in the doctor's office. For Annie, the scary part was being there with Jeff, she was probably going to get emotional and freak out, and she had to be alone with him (properly, this time) for the first time since that night.

For Jeff, the scary part was, well, all of it. This was all suddenly becoming very real, and as the doctor was setting up the sonogram, the former lawyer had a strong desire to bail. And, honestly, he probably would have if a tiny hand hadn't sought out his and gripped on for dear life.

His own fear seemed to be mirrored in Annie's eyes, and he allowed himself to hold her hand and relax slightly, smiling as she shivered due to the application of the cold transmission gel.

There was a beat as he tore his gaze away from Annie to look at the ultrasound monitor, and he felt his heart dip momentarily.

There was a part of him that wanted to declare 'that's a baby' like the idiot he'd suddenly become after seeing the moving black and white blob on the screen (okay, he was still Jeff Winger, and it still kind of did just look like a blob to him), but he kept quiet...just in case he choked up instead.

His world stilled at the sound of the heartbeat, and for a second he wasn't sure what he was scared of.

And then it all became very real.

He was caught somewhere between happy and terrified, and he couldn't bring himself to look at Annie again. He could hear her making some kind of noise, but he didn't dare try to work out what she was doing.

Amazingly enough, she wasn't crying.

She was overwhelmed, however, and the doctor's words were hardly going in.

Something about coming back in six weeks, but she never bothered to try and figure out exactly what he'd told her.

Annie spent the entire car ride home staring at the sonogram picture, like this suddenly made it all a very real thing that neither one of them could avoid forever.

Despite the fact he was driving, Jeff couldn't help but constantly glancing over at her out of the corner of his eye, and he was sure this day had everything okay between them again.

There was no awkwardness between them anymore, she didn't seem mad at him, and maybe the events of the previous week didn't matter now. They could move on from that, be friends, and figure out what the next step was.

It was hard for him avoid baby talk now he'd been with her to the scan, and he was admittedly feeling a plethora of different emotions he didn't even know how to begin to describe.

He'd never wanted to be a father. He didn't want to screw up a kid's life the way his Dad had screwed up his, but maybe this wasn't such a bad thing.

How screwed up could a kid be with someone like Annie Edison for a mother?

He knew he was going to be nervous until the moment the kid was born (and then some) but he made a vow to himself that from this point on he would at least try.

He couldn't promise that he wouldn't go and pick up random women at L Street. He couldn't promise he wouldn't say stupid things that would probably cause Annie to cry in her fragile, hormonal state. He couldn't really promise her anything, but he was going to try his hardest to do the right things.

"Annie-"

Jeff wasn't really sure what to say, but he was sure he could cook up some Winger speech to bring her on his side and prove that he wasn't going to be a total asshole.

He wasn't really expecting her to cut him off so tersely, instead.

"I'm still angry at you, Jeff. I took you today because I didn't want to go by myself, but that doesn't automatically mean that we're friends again."

As he parked the car, he watched the brunette get straight out and retreat back into the apartment building without him, in silence.

He was somewhat stunned, that had been...unexpected, and now he really, really didn't know how to make things right.