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The evening sun stood low in the sky as Zoe Hart left the practice behind tears. Bluebell streets were quiet and all the stores were finally closing, just like it always was as the night drew nearer. She tried to hide her tears away, when she lock eyes with Annabeth holding hands with her new boyfriend. He looked different from the others Bluebell's inhabitants, though. More… sophisticated. Annabeth greeted her as she used to, after Lemon told her it was okay to be friends with Zoe. Sometimes they would go out just the three of them, to lunch or just to drink a cup of Agnes's sweet tea. It was nice; Zoe enjoyed having other friends besides Lavon and it was less awkward to talk about certain subjects.

"Oh hey, Zoe. Heading home already?" She spoke up, noticing the black blurs under her eyes. "Have you been crying?" Annabeth asked, worried.

"Oh… no. I… It was raining when I left the practice and…my eyes got wet so…" Zoe said cynically while a fake smile grew on her lips. "Time to get water proof mascara, right?"

"Yeah, sure." She agreed, confused. "I have to go now, but I'll call you, okay?" Annabeth proposed, landing a hand in Zoe's shoulder trying to comfort her. She knew she had been crying, women sensed that kind of stuff. "There's a storm on the way. You should probably get home fast."

Zoe nodded at her friend, letting a tear slip through her face. "I will. Thanks."

The last thing she wanted to do was go home and be left alone with her own thoughts. The palms of her hands were sweaty; her mouth was dry and her heart beating faster and faster. Now what? How the hell did she get herself in that mess? What would Wade say? What would he do? What would they do?

…

Lemon tried to convince Lavon to spend the night at her home, claiming to be afraid of the storm that was arriving Bluebell. When that didn't work she told him calmly – yelling - he was the second guy blowing her off in the middle of a storm. Lavon couldn't say no to that. That way, Zoe and Wade could have the mayor's house all to themselves to…take care of business.

Rain started pouring when Zoe got to the carriage house. She changed her clothes to something more comfortable like Wade's black hoodie that she loved so much and a pair of pajama shorts and kicked off her Jimmy Choo heels in the middle of her bedroom floor.

Looking at her unmade bed, it sounded tempting to throw herself on it, sleep and never wake up again. But she couldn't. In fact, she didn't even know where that attitude was coming from. She had never been a depressed person, much less a lazy one. Truth was since she got to Bluebell, almost two years ago, she was never the same and was getting some trouble in finding her old self. Not that she missed it, or anything. Sometimes, it would just be good to be the "self-focused snob with a lame boyfriend" girl again. She sure wouldn't be in that situation, right now.

The storm was already strong when she headed for Lavon's. She thought she could try to cook something for Wade. It would surely give him a hint that she had something important to tell him, and she didn't have to spell it out completely which was good since she wasn't an expert with big speeches.

Her initial idea was to cook something sophisticated but off course it was a long shot. So she got stuck with spaghetti, which was literally the only thing she could cook properly. And it wasn't very good, anyway.

Her phone went off and its vibration on top of the kitchen's counter took her attention of the cooking book Lavon used to keep in one of the cabinets. The name Annabeth Nass appeared on the screen and Zoe didn't even have to think before ignoring her call. She was saving every single one of her words to Wade. It wasn't the right time to start babbling about her situation with her friend. Wade deserved to be the first to found out… besides Lemon.

Zoe called Wade, instead. The longer it took for him to pick up the phone, the faster the bad thoughts started playing in her mind. Maybe Lemon told him, was one of them.

"Hey, baby." Zoe allowed a little smile to play across her lips. "I just left the Rammer Jammmer."

"So soon?" She countered.

"Yeah, the storm is getting pretty strong… Wanda said she would close everything up so I'll be home soon."

"Lavon's going to spend the night at Lemon's place tonight so I was thinking we could stay at his house." She breathed out. "I need to talk to you."

Wade stood silent for a few seconds. "'Bout what?"

"We'll talk when you get home." She said playing with one of her earrings.

"Um…okay then. See ya soon, bye."

"Bye." Zoe murmured, but he had already hung up the phone.

She could already sense Wade's jitters, as he quickly hung up the phone probably thinking she was going to break up with him and give it a shot with George Tucker. Somehow, Wade thought that if his relationship with Zoe could end someday, then it would be because of Golden Boy and his stupid but hypnotizing charm. Wade may have had all the pretty girls in town, but George was the one they would stick with for more than one night. And although they were still friends, Wade always resented him and felt jealous that he could take girls out on a date and know how to act around him without suggesting some…intimacy.

Zoe's stomach reacted strongly to the smell coming out of the pan and she grabbed it intuitively, letting her hands slide around her waist trying not to throw up at the sight of their dinner. She breathed out and got back to cooking when she realized it was a false alarm and she wouldn't vomit for the fifth time that day. The spaghetti still looked gross, though.

She opened the fridge looking for some tomato pulp when she suddenly felt someone's strong arms embracing her tiny waist. Zoe was about to scream when she felt Wade's lips pressing her neck, affectionately.

"Wade." She shouted turning around to face him. "You scared me, asshole."

"I scared you?" Wade questioned, grinning. "What about me? I got home and saw you cooking dinner…you scared the hell out of me."

"You just can't recognize a nice gesture, can you?" Zoe asked, playfully with her arms resting on her hips.

"Off course I can, Doc. I will even make it up to you…even if it sucks." He whispered pressing his lips against hers, still smiling. Wade ran his hands up the back of her legs and rested them there, before carrying her to the counter, cradling her in his hips.

He left a trace of soft kisses from her cheek to her neck, before slowly opening his black hoodie zipper that rested on her torso, slightly showing her underwear. Zoe's hands explored Wade's body, escaping under his shirt while Wade's continued their movements on his girlfriend's legs. Just as Wade tried to get Zoe out of her pajama shorts, she decided it was time to stop or she couldn't go through with her confession.

"I'll burn dinner, Wade." She complained when he refused to stop kissing her. "And I'm not looking forward to do this on Lavon's kitchen."

Wade laughed against her lips, finally separating them. "You didn't complain last time."

"Last time I was drunk." Zoe explained, zipping Wade's hoodie again.

"You weren't that drunk."

"Shut up." She said, jumping off the counter and checking on the spaghetti. "I think this is ready."

"You just don't know if it's eatable." Wade mocked, eating one of Lavon's cookies.

"Stop doubting my cooking skills and start eating." She placed the plate filled with spaghetti in the kitchen isle and sat on the bar stool in front of Wade.

After Zoe served his plate, Wade considered tossing the spaghetti through the window for Burt Reynold's dinner. But he suspected he would still stick with the snakes and frogs he used to catch around the pond.

After the first taste, Wade's shoulders dropped a little and his eyebrows frowned. "It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, it still looks gross… but it's eatable." He said, taking another bite.

"Thanks, I guess." A small smile appeared on Zoe's lips. "How was your day?"

"Eh, the usual. Poured a lot of drinks, cleaned a lot of tables." He uttered, taking a sip of his beer. "What about yours?"

"It was…quiet." She lied. "The storm was getting pretty close, so I closed the practice earlier."

Wade hummed and smirked. "I guess that's the second good thing about storms."

"What's the first?" Zoe asked, hearing the pouring rain outside and the wind threatening to lift the roof.

"A storm brought us together, Doc." He said, in almost a whisper, his eyes not leaving Zoe's.

She melted as Wade's words made her remember their first together and got a sudden urge to kiss him. She controlled it, tough. "Yeah, it did. It was a good night, wasn't it?"

"One of the best nights of my life." He confessed, softly. "Well, the second to be exact."

"What's the first?" She asked, her smile getting wider.

"The one when you said you loved me." Wade whispered softly.

"That's not fair, I don't even remember that night." Zoe laughed.

Wade got up and sat on a stool next to Zoe's. "We'll have a lot of nights for you to remember, baby." That's it, she thought before pressing her lips to his, passionately. He cupped her cheeks, thumbs brushing over her skin as his tongue traced over the seam of her lips. She was the one who broke their lips apart.

"You love me, right?" Zoe asked, muttering and gazing at the floor.

"You know I do, Doc." His lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. "Forever."

That was all she needed to hear. Now she knew Wade wouldn't leave her, he would stick by her side no matter what happened. They belonged together, they loved each other. Forever.

"Wade," She started. "We need to talk." Wade looks up at her from beneath his eyelashes, and she feels bad for making him fear what was about to come out of her mouth.

He separates their bodies which were still glued together and waits for what she has to say. "What is it?" Wade asks, feeling suddenly hopeless.

"I haven't been feeling very well, lately. And you may have realized we've been fighting more than ever and my bad mood hasn't been quite helping…right?"

Wade nodded, feeling worse at each word that came out of her mouth. By that time, he was pretty sure she was going to leave him. "Well, I…I'm late."

Wade blinked at Zoe, not sure about what she was talking about. "Late for what?" He asked, his eyebrows frowning. Zoe kept herself from rolling her eyes.

"My period. That's what's late." She panted.

Silence fell over the room. Wade's face was tense and pale and his eyes kept gazing at Zoe, not blinking, not having any reaction. He stood in shock, thinking and trying to remember the time when they had unprotected sex. But all that came up to his mind was the thought of being a father, of holding a baby in his arms, his baby. He wasn't ready. He was scared.

"Are you…are you pregnant?" He questioned, finally breaking eye contact.

Zoe gazed at the floor. "The test came out positive… I'm going to take a blood test, just to be sure. But I'm almost one hundred percent positive that I'm pregnant, Wade."

Wade nodded, his hand sliding over his mouth like it used to when he was nervous. "How?" He asked getting up. "How the hell did this happen? We always wore protection, you're on the pill."

"I am…but I forgot them when we went to the lake house. And we weren't exactly protected all the time…The lake, remember?" She told him and watched as Wade's face lighted up as the events of that evening came back to him.

"How could you forget them? You're a woman; it's your job to remember those kind of things. I thought you were on the pill, that's why I didn't worry about it." Wade yelled, as he kept nervously walking around Lavon's kitchen.

"It's my job?" Zoe yelled back, starting to cry. "Do you think I want this for us? Do you think I wanted to be pregnant when we only have being dating for a month? I don't. But somehow, I thought that if it was with you, it wouldn't be so bad." Wade watched her as she walked up to him and started yelling even louder. "Because I love you. Like I never loved anyone. And I'm sorry. I know this is all my fault; I should have been responsible, I should have told you I forgot to take the pill. We're not ready for this, I know. I'm sorry. But there's nothing I can do now."

"No… It's my fault too." He said calmer while Zoe kept crying. "Hey Zoe, don't cry, please. I'm sorry I yelled at you, okay?"

Zoe shivered as she felt his thumb shoving her tears away from her face. His face was still pale and he felt apathetic. Wade Kinsella, a father. Yup, that was new.

"Look, I'm gonna go. I…I need to think about this whole thing. We'll talk tomorrow. Probably. Bye." Zoe stood there, watching as he closed the door behind him.

She let her body fell to floor, and grabbed her shoulders near to her chest as she listened to Wade's footsteps fading outside. As he closed the door behind him, as he heard her crying he had to seal his fists and forced himself not to go back and hold her in his arms as he told her everything was going to be alright. But it wouldn't. Wade Kinsella was not father material, he wasn't good enough for Zoe and he would screw everything up. Yeah, he wouldn't be a good father and Zoe and the baby would be better off without him. That's what he tried to convince himself off. But deep down, he knew it was a lie.

A big, fat lie.

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