When Sara walked out of the bathroom, Nick turned from where he was sitting on the bed and saw how exhausted she looked but for some reason, she didn't look sad or unhappy she was just…normal. He thought it was a little weird but didn't say anything to her. Knowing Sara, she was just hiding it to stop herself hurting anymore than she had done already. He gave her a sad smile and walked over to her, guiding her into her bed.

"Nick, I'm not a baby…" she winced at the word 'baby' but quickly swallowed the lump in her throat and composed herself, "…I'm perfectly capable."

"I know but you've just had a—" He didn't finish his sentence and he wasn't sure if it was for her sake or his.

"I'm fine, Nick. You can go now," Sara had already turned to face the other way and was curled up under the bed sheets.

"What?"

"I said you can go," Her voice was quiet and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying. She knew pushing Nick away wasn't going to solve anything but she just couldn't face being around someone.

"Sar', I don't want to go, I want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine, Nick! Just go!" She snapped at him and immediately regretted it when she heard him sigh and leave the room. As soon as he left, she cried. She cried because it was typical Sara to push away the one person she needed right now. She began to wonder whether Nick had just the left the room or her apartment. Surely Nick wouldn't leave her…would he? Before she could answer her own question, she drifted off to sleep.

Nick had been awake for hours. Well, the truth was he didn't actually remember going to sleep last night. As soon as he left Sara's room last night, he had already made up his mind that he wasn't going to leave her, not like this, anyway. He kept replaying what she went through over and over in his head, wishing he could have taken all the pain away from her. Sadly, life wasn't that easy.

"You're up early." He jumped as he turned and saw Sara standing there, looking at him.

"Uh…yeah," He smiled and stood to move to the kitchen to make her some food, "How're you feeling? Are you still in pain?" He swallowed, he didn't want to bring the subject up but cared more about her wellbeing than if her feelings were hurt a little.

"I'm great," She left it at that and Nick could see straight through her. Turning, he tilted his head to the side and looked at her, studying her body language. He saw her wince as she tried to sit down and failed. He sighed and lightly jogged towards her.

"Sar', let me help," He started to hold her arms, helping her sit down but she shrugged him off, standing and facing him.

"Nick, I have told you, I'm fine," Sara glared at him, almost daring him to help her again to see what she'd do to him if he did. He shook his head in disbelief.

"You're unbelievable," he mumbled, turning to walk to the kitchen again. He swung back around when she spoke again.

"What did you say?" They both knew she had no trouble hearing him the first time but nevertheless, he answered.

"I said that you were unbelievable,"

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

He sighed, "Sar', we have to talk about last night, you can't just pretend it didn't happen otherwise you're never going to heal."

"I'm healing just fine, thanks. It happened, I'm over it," He watched as she swallowed.

"Over what exactly?" He challenged her, wanting her to admit it. If he was looking in on their conversation, he would have told himself that that was a cruel thing to do. Right now, he didn't care. She opened her mouth a couple of times but no words came out. She bit her lip and Nick could see her lower lip trembling a little, "You can't even say the word, Sara…" He walked toward her and reached out to stroke her cheek. He watched as a tear fell but she immediately wiped it.

"I'm fine, Nicky…"

"No, you're not, Sara!"

"What the fuck do you want from me?!" She yelled, "Do you want me to tell you I'm in pain? Do you want me to tell you how much my stomach hurts and it's not just because I had a miscarriage?!" She laughed a laugh that turned Nick's stomach, "That's what's hilarious about this. I didn't even have a miscarriage…I chose to have my child killed! And you, you're acting like I've lost a baby. Nicky, I didn't lose a baby, I fucking killed one!"

Nick stood there in silence. It wasn't like Sara to curse and it sure as hell wasn't like Sara to lay all her feelings out on the table. He could see her pain and not just the physical side of it.

"Sara," he took one of her hands in his own and held it as he spoke, speaking in a quieter voice, "Having an abortion doesn't make you a bad person. It will never make you a bad person, you hear me?"

A few more tears rolled down her cheek as she looked up at him through her eyelashes, "Then why do I feel like I'm just as bad, if not worse, than the people we put behind bars every day?" She started sobbing and Nick pulled her into a hug and held her tightly.

"You are not a bad person Sar'," he whispered into her hair, wanting her to believe it. She moved from his grasp and slowly sat down, hissing at the pain she felt. He sat down next to her and pulled her close, wrapping an arm around her shoulders so she could lay on his chest with her arm around his waist. The room was silent for a while before Sara spoke again.

"Do you ever want children, Nicky?" She spoke quietly and he knew a few tears were still escaping her eyes.

He chose his words carefully, "Someday, yeah." He felt her nod from where she was laying on his chest.

"I don't. Well, I didn't…" she paused, "I guess people always want what they can't have, right?" She looked up at him.

"But Sar', you can. Listen to me sweetheart," She couldn't help but give him a small smile when he called her 'sweetheart', "You had an abortion because you weren't ready to be a Mother, right?" She nodded, looking at anywhere but him. He turned her head softly so she was facing him again, "When you are ready, you can have a child. You can be a Mother, Sar'."

"And what if I can't?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if I'm not cut out to be a Mother?"

He sighed, looking into her eyes, "There isn't an anger gene, Sar'…" He stroked her cheek, wiping away another tear.

"How did—? You saw the article…" Realisation slowly hit her.

"Yeah, I did and I threw it in the trash," she frowned as he spoke again, "You don't need to be reading that bullshit, Sar'. You're not going to be a crappy mother and you're sure as hell not going to be an angry one."

"What if I am?"

"If you are, I will personally remove the child from you and call the cops because clearly you have an evil twin," She couldn't help but smile at him. Maybe she was being ridiculous after all.

"Sar'?"

"Hmm?"

"Look at me," she complied, feeling slightly exposed under his gaze, "You will make an amazing mother one day. I know you will." She swallowed and her eyes began to fill with tears again, "We'll get through this, Honey, we'll get through this." He began to rub her back, soothing her and trying to calm her down. Although he was happy she was letting her true feelings show, it still broke his heart to see her crying and so lost. He couldn't help himself, "I love you, Sar'," Silence.

"Sar'?" He tilted his head slightly, looking down at her. She was asleep. He sighed at the fact she didn't hear him but decided he should try to get some sleep himself. He rested his head against the back of the sofa and slowly drifted off to sleep, hoping everything would be okay eventually.