Maya sat with Nathaniel in the living room of Castiel's apartment, holding him tightly. Since Nathaniel wasn't a fan of dogs, she got Demon to fall asleep on Castiel's bed so that Nathaniel wasn't uncomfortable.

"This feels weird," he said, "I mean I'm in his house…"

"Don't think of it like that," she said, "I live here too. Think of it as 'I'm in Maya's house'."

He sighed, resting his head on hers. He didn't want to make things complicated; he was trying to make them easier. She held his hand tightly.

"Don't let him ruin tonight," she said, "It's about me and you now. He's not even here to ruin it and he's bringing you down anyways."

Nathaniel shook his head. "No, I'm fine," he said, "I just meant it's weird, it's not bothering me."

"Good," she said softly.

The door opened unexpectedly before Nathaniel could respond. Castiel stepped in an exhausted look on his face.

"Oh," she said, "Castiel… I wasn't expecting you home so early."

Castiel gazed from Maya to Nathaniel and back again before approaching the kitchen. "Where's Demon?" he asked.

"I put him to sleep in your room," she said, "Nathaniel doesn't like dogs so…" She trailed off, watching as he opened the door to his bedroom and patted his lap, calling Demon's name until Demon hurried towards him, his tail wagging. Nathaniel shifted uncomfortably beside her as Castiel let Demon roam free, closing his bedroom door. He went into the kitchen and loudly threw together a dinner. He sat at the open couch, putting up his feet on the coffee table and ate there.

"Um," Nathaniel said quietly to her, "Maybe I should leave."

"No, stay," Maya said, "Just ignore him, okay?"

"Shh!" Castiel hushed, "I can't hear the movie."

Maya rolled her eyes, getting to her feet. "Yeah, I think it's time for you to go, Nathaniel," she sighed.

"Okay," he said, leaving the apartment more quickly than he should have.

"What the hell, Castiel?" she said, standing in between him and the TV.

"What?" he said, "Did you expect me to be polite or something? It's my house and if he doesn't like the way I act in it, then I'm glad he's gone."

"You're acting like a little kid," she said sharply, "He wasn't doing anything to provoke you."

"I don't like him," Castiel said sternly.

"I know that," she said, "But I wouldn't have brought him here if I'd have known you were going to come home early because I know that you're just going to act like a dick to him."

"Well he deserves it," Castiel said, rolling his eyes, "When has he ever done a nice thing for me?"

"I don't know," she said, "But he wasn't doing anything bad to you either."

He looked away, mumbling something that was inaudible for her. She put her hands on her hips.

"Whatever," she sighed, "I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight," she heard him say quietly but she went into her room without glancing back, closing the door behind her. She sighed again, preparing for bed and curling up under the blanket, making sure she was laying on her right side for the baby. After a few moments as she neared sleep, the door opened. She opened her eyes to see Castiel standing there. He turned the lights on.

"What's wrong?" she asked, noticing the look on his face.

He shook his head, sitting on the edge of her bed beside her. "Don't be mad at me," he said quietly.

"What?" she said, "Well how can I not be? You basically drove my boyfriend out."

"I hate him," he said, "Do you want to know why I hate him?"

"Why?"

"Because I know that he's going to be spending more time with you and the baby than me," he said, "He's… taking away the things that matter."

"The things that matter?" she said softly, sitting up, "I matter to you?"

"Of course," he muttered, "You're carrying my child…"

"Is that all I am to you?" she said, quietly, "Just the girl who's carrying your child? Just your 'baby momma'?" when he didn't respond, she sighed, lying back down. "You know," she said, "Maybe its best we don't see each other much when I move out. We'll swap the baby back and forth but that will be the only time we see each other."

"No," he said quickly, turning and pinning her down, "Don't do that. I don't have anybody else."

"You're contradicting yourself, Castiel," she said, sighing.

"No," he said, squeezing her shoulders, "I'm not! I need you to stay. Stay, Maya, please! You have to stay here."

"Listen," she said, "I'm sure you don't want Nathaniel here as much as he doesn't want to come here. I highly doubt you'll be okay with he and I getting intimate once the baby is born. It would be a whole lot safer if I lived with Nathaniel. I definitely want this baby to live in a safe and healthy environment. We'll see each other every day, Castiel. I don't see what you're fretting about."

He leaned forward and she flinched; it was almost like he was going to kiss her but he tucked his head over her shoulder and held her tightly.

"Maya," he said quietly, "You're my best friend. Don't laugh at me but… I've never had a best friend before. So I'm afraid to lose you."

Maya couldn't help but smile. "I'm not going anywhere," she said softly.

He breathed a quiet sigh of relief, staying in place. Clearly he wasn't planning to move.

"Don't you have work tomorrow?" she said, "Shouldn't you get to bed?"

"I want to sleep here," he said, "I feel close to the baby."

Giggling, Maya nodded. "Okay, whatever floats your boat," she said, "Oh yeah, during my break today, I was texting Celeste and she was giving me more names."

"Yeah?" he said, "Did she give you any good ones?"

"Well, you know Celeste," Maya chuckled, "Her names are always a little too… unique. But she gave me one that I like."

"What is it?" he asked.

"Luna," she said slowly, "I don't know why, but I like that name. If you don't like it, I want to look at French names. I like French names." When he was silent, she said, "I also like the name Ciara. If we named her that, we could call her Cici. Or maybe Claire."

"I like Ciara," he said.

She grinned. "Awesome," she said, "So we have a name for her. If you find something better, though, let me know, okay?"

"Okay," he said. After a long pause, he murmured, "I bet she'll be beautiful."

"I don't see how she couldn't be," Maya responded, "I mean, not to sound conceited or anything, but look at us." She giggled, poking his side.

There was another long pause. Maya couldn't help but wonder what was running through his mind while he was in this romantic position with her. She knew that if Nathaniel found out about this, their relationship was already still being repaired after the past mistakes they'd both made, so this would be just the ice breaker. She felt glad that Nathaniel wasn't there to see this; she loved him but she wanted to comfort Castiel too.

"Castiel," she said softly, "Are you…?" she trailed off when she felt the heavy breathing warming her neck. She smiled. He was sleeping. She held him tightly, feeling warm inside out. She could somehow feel it inside that the baby – Ciara – liked when she was closer to Castiel and felt uncomfortable when she was closer to Nathaniel. She knew that if those feelings stayed while Ciara grew up, it would cause problems. Then a thought suddenly popped into her head – would Ciara know the truth about her father or would she believe the lie? Maya turned towards Castiel. She couldn't see his face buried in the crane of her neck. What would be his opinion on it?

"Ciara?"

Nathaniel seemed to like the name but at the same time he didn't look completely sure. He looked thoughtful but nodded anyways. He was trying too hard to keep from arguing. She thought it was cute but at the same time she wanted to take him by the shoulders and shake some sense into him.

"Yeah," she said, "I think it's a cute name. Plus we can give her the nickname Cici."

"Cici," he said, smiling, "I like that."

"I'm glad," she giggled, wrapping her arms around his waist. They were outside at a park near Castiel's apartment. People were walking dogs and bringing children. Maya knew this would be a place that Cici knew well when she was born.

Taking Nathaniel's hand, she sat at the nearest bench. Nathaniel sat close, using his free hand to caress her belly. "I felt a kick," he said happily before meeting her gaze, "Maya, aren't you excited? We're going to be parents!"

She wanted to feel happy, gazing at the elation gleaming in his eyes. She wanted to kiss him and say yes. But all she could do was sit there, gazing at him like an idiot while feeling her heart break in her chest. What if he found out that Ciara wasn't his? How would he feel? She held on to him, tears welling in her eyes.

"I love you," she murmured.

"Why are you crying?" he said softly, stroking her hair, "Don't cry. I hate to see you cry."

She giggled into his shirt. "It's because I'm so stupid," she muttered, "I wish you didn't love me."

He held her tightly. "Don't say that," he said softly, "I'll love you no matter what."

"I wish you wouldn't say things like that," she said, "I'm not a good girlfriend or future wife slash fiancé or mistress or whatever you want to call me. Whatever it is, I'm not good at it. I think you deserve much better than me and I wish you would've fallen for Melody because you'd be so much happier with her."

"Stop," he said sternly, "You know that's not true; none of it is. I was never happier with Melody than you and you're the best girlfriend I've had. I love you."

She shook her head. "Please stop saying that," she murmured.

He held her tightly in his arms. "Why?" he said softly, "I do. I love you."

She couldn't help but continue crying. It just hurt so much knowing she was keeping such a huge secret from him, but she knew it would hurt him more if he knew about it. She sniffled, sitting up and gazing at him with a forced smile on her face as she wiped away the tears. "She's due at the end of August," she said.

He grinned, holding her tightly. "Don't cry," he murmured, "Be happy! I'm sure that's what Ciara would want." After a long pause, he said, "Come on, let's go somewhere to eat. I'll pay."

"Can I pay?" she asked, "It would make me feel better."

He sighed, scratching the back of his head. "To be honest, it kind of makes me feel less masculine," he admitted sheepishly, "But if it'll make you feel better…"

She smiled. "Great," she said, "Let's go back to the building so I can get my money. You can wait outside if you don't want to go in."

"Okay," he said, taking her hand as she got to her feet. She led him back to Castiel's apartment building and left him outside as she entered. She hurried up to the apartment and went inside to see Castiel still eating breakfast by himself.

"So you're up," she said, grinning, "You're a really heavy sleeper, did you know that? It took me forever to get out from under you." Her smile faded when he was silent. "Um, Castiel," she said quietly, closing the door, "What are we going to tell Ciara?"

"About what?" he asked.

"About who her dad is," she said, "Are we going to tell her the truth or the lie?"

"The lie," he said, "Maybe when she's old enough we can tell her the truth but while she's still young she needs to know the lie."

"Why?" she asked.

"Kids say what they feel like," he said, shrugging, "We don't want that to come up in conversation while Nathaniel is around."

"Okay," she said, "I just feel a little guilty."

"Don't," he said, "It would be a lot worse if he knew the truth."

"I know," she sighed, approaching her room. She found her wallet and stuffed it in her pocket as she stepped out the doorway of her bedroom, she found herself face-to-face with Castiel. He put his hands on her shoulders.

"Only me and you can know about this," he said, "As long as we do what we were planning to do and nobody has a problem with it, we'll be okay."

She nodded, afraid to meet his gaze. "I know," she said, "It's just kind of scary to think about… and I feel really guilty and really happy at the same time." She held her overgrown belly. "Honestly," she said, "I feel like she's happier when I'm with you than when I'm with Nathaniel."

Castiel smirked, his hands falling to his side. "She has good judgment," he said proudly, "She gets that from daddy."

Maya giggled, nudging him. He lifted his hands and caressed her belly.

"I'll be waiting for you," he murmured. Maya gazed at him, feeling shocked. The look on his face was so sincere. She'd never seen his face like that. "I love her already," he said softly.

"Me too," she said, gazing down at her belly.