He stands outside the door, of her apartment. It's late, and he knows that she's probably sleeping. His hand rests on the trim that is around the door. He stands there feeling like a fool, for ever falling for her.
She lies in her bed, wide awake. She tries to keep the tears from falling, but suddenly it hits her that all of this is real. Soon she is going to have a baby, and... she doesn't let herself go any farther. Something inside her tells her to go to the door. She pushes back the covers, and her feet hit the floor. She leaves the room, and goes to the door. She looks out the peephole. She finds someone sitting outside the door. He sits against the wall, next to the door. She unbolts the door, and releases the chain. She pulls the door open. She looks at him.
He looks up at her, with weary eyes, and a five o'clock shadow. He rises to meet her. She doesn't say anything. He waits for her to start the conversation, but the only thing talking to him are her eyes. Just as he notices that she's wearing his shirt, he notices how sad she looks, too.
He doesn't hesitate. He steps into the apartment, she follows him in. He wraps his arms around her. He holds her close. She can't hold it together anymore. She takes a deep breath, and the tears start to fall. She buries her head in his shoulder. Eventually she is able to regain composure, and she steps back. He looks at her, without a word he wipes the tears from her face. Finally she speaks.
"What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't sleep. Something just kept telling me that you needed me."
"Oh."
"Are you ok?" he wonders.
"I will be."
"We should talk."
She shakes her head, "That's the one thing that we never do right. I don't want to talk right now."
"Ok," he agrees.
She locks the door behind him. She takes him by the hand, and leads him into the bedroom. He kisses her temple.
It's funny how things seem in the morning light. She opens her eyes, and his arms are snaked around her. She's wearing his button down. He lies next to, sound asleep. She looks at the alarm clock. It tells her that she has twenty minutes before she has to get up. She shifts under his arm. She rolls towards him. Her heart sinks. Her fingers touch his bicep. For a moment she contemplates telling him.
"Nick, you should go. It's almost time for work."
His eyes open, and look at her. "Ok."
She opens the door of the apartment on her way to work. She looks at the man standing outside her apartment.
"What are you doing here?" she wonders.
"Olivia, I am sorry. I screwed up. Please forgive me."
"How can I?"
"You mean the world to me. You are the best thing that I ever had," Brian insists.
"I have to go to work."
"Olivia, please. Just think about it, ok? I want you in my life."
"I don't think that is ever going to happen. We want different things, obviously."
"I didn't mean what I said."
"Which part?"
"Any of it."
"Be more specific," she implores him.
"If you want to have a family, I am ok with that. I can get the vasectomy reversed. There is no one I would rather start a family with. Olivia I did it because I didn't want to have to worry about a mistake with someone I didn't care for. I never thought that I would find the one. I never thought that I would have someone like you. Olivia, please."
She shakes her head, "It's a little bit too late, don't you think?"
"No. I have a doctor's appointment this morning to look into getting it reversed."
"I don't want to do this."
"Do what?"
"Brian it is never going to work between us."
"Why not? We are so good together. We are like yin and yang. We really complement each other."
"Because I don't love you.""Olivia, can we just talk about this.""I have to go to work," she goes to the elevator.
She's in the middle on an interrogation, when her phone starts ringing. It won't stop. Her partner looks at her, from the other side of the room. He nods subtly. She slips out of the room. She unlocks the screen, and answers the call.
"Brian why are you calling me? I am in the middle of an interrogation. Look, maybe we can have coffee later, but now is not a good time," she lectures him.
"Olivia, wait."
"What?"
"I wouldn't be calling if it wasn't important."
"Is everything ok?"
"Were you serious when you said that you were thought that you were pregnant?"
"It doesn't matter now," she replies.
"For some reason I couldn't stop thinking about it. The thought of..."
She cuts him off, "Look I get that you don't want kids. I didn't mean to scare you."
"That's not it. Were you telling me the truth?"
"When?"
"When you told me that you weren't pregnant."
"Yes. How would that happen, when you had a vasectomy?"
"That is why I am calling."
"What do you mean?"
"I went to the doctor earlier, and they did some tests."
"Now really isn't the time," she warns.
"No, Liv," he warns, "You need to hear me out."
"Ok, what?"
"Are you certain that you're not pregnant?"
"I am certain," she answers.
"Because somehow it seems that it wouldn't be impossible."
Her heart sinks, and she furrows her brow, "What are you telling me?"
"I only went to my first follow up appointment. It turns out that the vasectomy wasn't effective. I could have gotten you pregnant."
"Oh," her heart skips a beat.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine. I've got to go," she hangs up.