Once Stella reached the roof, she walked over to the edge and grabbed on to the railing, her body falling against it in weakness. Tears poured down her cheeks and she let out screams of frustration that had been building ever since she had lost the baby.

She collapsed and curled into a ball, letting the sadness overpower her. She had nothing to live for anymore, or so she thought.

The door to the roof opened and closed again, but Stella didn't lift her head. She knew, by the footsteps, who it was.

He lifted her onto his lap, rocking her back and forth.

"Shhh," he cooed in her ear, trying to calm her.

Stella's cries became short sniffles, but the pain was still there.

"What I said down there, that wasn't an excuse, Stell. I was going to talk to you, but every time I meant to, something came up. Either a job related task, or I just plain chickened out. That was a big leap for us, and I freaked."

Stella lifted her head, making eye contact with him. She could see one single tear strolling down his cheek, the pain clearly showing through his eyes now more than ever.

"When I saw that website, a part of me died inside. I was shocked that you would do something like that, it's not like you."

"But Mac, I wasn't going to abort the baby, I told you that."

"Yeah, I know that now, but the site was mainly about abortion, and I'm 100% against it, and I thought you were too. I got so pissed after seeing that, I couldn't talk to you about anything that had happened."

Stella only sighed, not knowing what to say next.

"Stella, why didn't you want to keep that child?"

"Because Mac. I figured you wouldn't want it. You are always working, and so am I. When would we have time for a kid?"

"We'd make time, Stella, that's what you do." Mac brushed his finger through her hair.

Stella was silent once more. Thoughts raced in her head, about work, about the long hours, about her pay...and then they switched to what life would be like if they did have a child...the late nights of snuggling with that baby, all the "I love you mommy and daddy" 's they'd receive, the clothes they'd buy, the time they'd spend, and last but not least, the memories they'd make.

"What?" Mac noticed the small smile that had taken to Stella's cheeks.

"Think about how different life would be with a baby, Mac." She sat up, looking into his icy blue eyes. She could see the recognition, everything she thought he was now thinking.

"Wow," he whispered.

"I know..." but then she stood, grabbing the railing, "but we can't have that now."

"Maybe not right this instant, but in nine months, sure."

Stella turned her head to him, "Really? You mean that Mac?" Excitement was evident in her voice, but she tried to maintain it.

He only nodded.

And that was the beginning of their new life together.

The End. :)