She stayed on the floor for what felt like an eternity, not wanting to move, not being able to move. She was scared to death, didn't know what to do, her mind was going crazy. How did it come that far? Randy, the baby, her whole life?

The next days went by in a blur. Her nasty habit of biting nails whenever she was nervous, she had gotten rid of it a year ago, it was back now and came Thursday her nails looked like a mess. Not only her nails, she didn't sleep much the last days, didn't eat a lot, called in sick on work. She just couldn't go out looking like this. She stayed inside the whole time, not even leaving the house to get her mail in, watching movies, soaps, going online, trying to distract herself, but it failed. Her mind was focused on that one sentence all the time "She wants me to end us or she'll take Alana away from me forever." How could that bitch do this to him? How could she do this to them?

She couldn't figure what he would do. She knew how much he loved his little daughter, knew she meant the world to him. But… what if she told him about her pregnancy? Would it change anything? Would he consider staying with her to start a family of their own? Would he risk losing his daughter, his one and only, just to be with her and raise their child together? She doubted it. She really started to doubt their love, his intentions, and his feelings.

See what the bitch did to them? Tammy really started to think he only used her; he only wanted to have fun with her. She started to doubt all the things he did for her, he did to her, all the words he ever told her. Sam had finally gotten into her mind.

Her stomach was doing flip-flops when she heard the door opening Thursday noon. She was wrapped up in a blanket, lying on the couch, the very same couch they loved each others on for so many times.

He was pale as a ghost when he stepped into her house, feeling as if he could throw up any time, whole body trembling, knowing this would be the hardest thing he'd ever done in his life. He took a deep breath, swallowing hard before closing the door behind him. His breath became heavier as he slowly made his way towards the living room, stopping in front of it to try to regain his strength.

She looked up as she heard his heavy breathing, staring at the door, waiting for him to finally step inside, to finally tell her that it's over so she could go on with her life, waiting for him to rip her heart out completely.

Randy took a last deep breath before stepping into the living room and as soon as his eyes fell on the little bundle wrapped up on the couch -the girl he once called his love, the girl he made love to so many times- he felt sorry for even showing up. He couldn't do it. He wasn't strong enough to do this to her. His eyes started to fill with tears as he made one step after another until he stood in front of her, in front of the woman he loved so much.

She swallowed hard as he kneeled down in front of her, hand slowly, carefully brushing over her cheek, voice coming out in a whisper.

"I'm home."

She let the tears flow the second those words came out, not caring if he thought of her as weak.

He took her in his arms, hands running up and down her back as her head rested on his shoulder, her sobs letting both their bodies vibrate and he forgot about being strong, forgot about what he came here for, letting his own tears fall.

They stayed like this for almost half an hour, just holding each other, crying into each others shoulders, before he pulled away, looking into her face, realizing the first time since he stepped inside how red her eyes have been, how sick she looked like, how worn out she was. His hand carefully caressed her cheek as she leant into the touch, his thumb wiping away the salty tears that were still rolling down her face, giving her a warm, genuine smile before kissing her softly.

The kiss didn't take long, but it was long enough to take away all her doubts and worries, make her feel safe and loved for the first time in those past seven days. She looked into his eyes, trying to find her voice, trying to think of something to say to him, but was cut of by his still trembling voice.

"I won't let her do this to us. I can't. I don't want to lose you. I… just… we can't see each other until I found a way out."

Her newfound smile fell out of her face and she could only stare at him, not really registering what he just said. He looked at her guiltily, eyes pleading her to say something, to talk to him, but nothing came out of her. In an instant she jumped up from the couch, covering her mouth, running out of her living-room and into the kitchen as fast as possible, leaving him still kneeling on the floor, eyes following her little frame until she was out of view, wondering how he could say that to her.

He got up slowly, the noise of someone throwing up leading him into the kitchen, seeing her leaning over the sink, body heaving, hair hanging in her face. He closed his eyes, slowly walking up to her, one hand going to grab her hair, carefully holding it out of her face while his other hand started to rub little circles on her back.

"I'm sorry… I'm so so sorry… I just… "

She looked back at him, tears filling her eyes, wiping her mouth with the back of her shirt, shaking her head.

"Don't… just… don't. You don't need to explain."

He swallowed hard, chewing on his lips, taking her into his arms again, just holding her, feeling her body slowly relax against his own, breath becoming more even after minutes of silence between them. It took ages until she finally pulled away, wiping the tears out of her own face, head lowering.

He'd never seen her that broken, that upset, that weak. His hand slowly moved to hers, trying to grab it, but she pulled away, the hurt in his eyes not going unnoticed by her as she looked up again.

"Please… can we talk about it at least? Let me… can we figure something out?"

She sniffled, slowly nodding her head as she walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room again, Randy following her close behind, but making sure not to touch her. She sat down on the couch, crossing her legs, own arms hugging herself tightly as she looked up at him, face showing no expressions at all.

"Okay… talk!"

He gulped down, hands in his pockets, taking a deep breath before finding his voice.

"I… I really don't want to lose you, but… I cannot risk losing Alana and until I figured something out… I think it's safer not to see anymore… not to have any contact at all."

He kneeled down in front of her again, one hand going to her lap, grabbing the hand that was resting there, thumb rubbing her knuckles.

"Please believe me… I love you with all my heart. It breaks me not to be able and have the two of you together in my life. It breaks my heart that I have to give you up for a while… but if she finds out about us still seeing, she'll take my Alana away from me. I can't lose her… but I also don't want to lose you."

Her body started trembling again, but as he looked into her face this time, it wasn't tears he saw: it was pure anger.

"SHE… SHE… SHE… SHE… it's always about that damn bitch. She always gets what she wants."

Her voice grew louder and louder, making him back away a bit, letting her hand go.

"How can you even let her threatening you? How can you let her do this to us? Why don't you finally start to fight for us… for me?"

She got up from the couch in a hurry, stomping her foot on the carpet, throwing her arms up over her head.

"Why can't I be the one having a happy life for once? Having a happy family… that's all I ever wanted. I never wanted to have another fucking affair… I never wanted to fall in love with a married man… never wanted him to fall for me and most of all I never wanted to have a damn child from him!"

As soon as she realized what she just said, she covered her mouth with her hand, looking at him wide-eyed, seeing the color in his face fade away.

Sorry, I feel crappy for a few days now... private life sucks... hope the chapter didn't come out all that sappy and furious as I feel right now. Please review again!