She wakes up wrapped in a sheet, and tangled in limbs. She lays on her side. His arm reaches across her body. His hand rests on her stomach. Her hand rests under his. She opens her eyes, and wriggles out from under his arm. She rolls over, and faces him. He sleeps soundly. His arm reaches around her again. This time it rests on her butt. She tries to move his hand.

"Stop moving," he insists.

"Move your arm," she retorts.

He pulls his arm away from her. He opens his eyes. He peers past her at the clock. Five fifteen. They should still be asleep.

"Why are you awake?" he questions.

"You produce a lot of heat, I was hot."

"Then take off your clothes," he suggests.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Why are you being cranky?"

"Because I woke up, and you had your arm around me."

"Do you need to go somewhere?"

"No."

"So what was the problem? We sleep like that almost every night."

"I know."

"So aren't you used to it by now?"

"I woke up and your hand was on me."

"Sorry? I'll keep my hands to myself. Why are you upset that I was touching you?"

"I am not upset that you were touching me."

"It certainly seems like you are."

"I guess I just didn't expect to wake up, and have you..."

"Have me what?"

"Your hand was on my stomach."

"So?"

"I just..."

"You just what?"

"I guess that I'm just not ready yet."

"Ready for what?"

"To admit that it's real. That there really is something in there."

"You've had months to get used to that idea."

"I know, but it is still surreal."

"You're scared?"

She nods.

"Of what?"

"That I'll do something wrong."

"Like what?"

"I don't know," she shrugs, "I am not very good at just sitting around doing nothing."

"No one is asking you to."

"I don't know how to slow down."

"Why are you afraid of slowing down? It isn't a bad thing?"

"I don't like what happens when I slow down."

"What do you mean?"

"I just can't seem to turn the thoughts in my head off. If I am busy, if I focus on something else, then I can ignore them."

"What thoughts?"

"All of them."

"What thoughts?"

"What if I do something to screw this up? What if..."

"You won't. Nothing is going to happen, to anyone. Is that why you waited so long to tell me? You were afraid that you would do something that would cause you to lose the baby?"

She shrugs, "I don't know. I am afraid that this is a mistake."

"What is a mistake? You think that we made a mistake? You think this baby is a mistake? Why would you think that?"

"Do you think that God makes mistakes?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"Because I feel like I don't deserve this. I don't..."

"Don't deserve what? You don't deserve to be happy? You do. The person hardest on you, is you."

"But..."

"God doesn't make mistakes."

"How can you say that? After all of the evil, cold-blooded, heartless people that you have met? How can you believe that?"

"There is good, and there is evil, but..."

"But what?"

"Everyone is given chances in life, to become more than they are, more than they are ever supposed to be. Most people choose not to take those chances."

"How am I supposed to do this? I can fake a lot of things, but... this isn't one of them. I have no idea how I am supposed to be someone's parent. I am not self-sacrificing, I am not..."

"You are not a lot of things, but you are going to be great."

"How can you say that? I am a wreck. I am... damaged goods."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes."

"I didn't know, you knew that, so you could have chosen for me to never find out. I never had to know, no one ever had to know. Why did you make the decision not to go that way?"

"I don't know."

"Yes you do. You know why you do everything."

"I was afraid that you would find out and hate me."

"Since when have you ever been afraid of that? It was more than that, wasn't it?"

"I guess that I thought that..." she trails off.

"That what?"

"I didn't care what you thought. I do, but this time it didn't matter. I didn't really care if you liked it or not, because I was going to do it anyway."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to."

"You want this. You want her. Stop doubting yourself. Stop worrying about everything. This is not how anyone expected things to go. This was not part of the plan. I understand that, but you have to understand that, things are going to work out. You and I, we screw up, a lot. We have made a lot of mistakes, to get where we are now. I wouldn't take back a single one of them, because then we wouldn't be here. I am sure that we are going to make more mistakes in the future, but... that isn't what is important. It isn't about the mistakes that you make, but what you learn from them. We shouldn't have let ourselves get so caught up. We should not have let out guards down. You never should have slept with me. I never should have fallen in love with you. There are a lot of things that never should have happened, but this," he points to her stomach, "this was meant to be. That is clear. Sometimes it takes impossible things to happen, for us to realize who we are."