"I hadn't been sick."
"But there are other signs."
"I didn't have any other signs."
"What about when you missed your period?"
"Nick I work sixty to seventy hours a week. At my age I really wasn't that concerned."
"Why not?"
"Because I never considered the possibility that I could even get pregnant."
"Oh."
"I am sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, but I needed some time to get used to the idea, myself."
"I can't believe that you're pregnant."
"Neither can I."
"How are you planning on making this work? Being a single parent to one kid is hard enough. You are going to have two kids under the age of one. Are you sure that you can do this?"
She shakes her head, "Not at all."
"You are going to need help."
"Obviously, I am going to be outnumbered three to one."
He cocks an eyebrow, "Come again? What do you mean outnumbered three to one?"
"Never mind.""Three to one? You only have one, now. So..."
"I'm having twins," she reveals.
"What?!"
"I don't know how it happened."
"Who is the father? Is it Brian?"
She shrugs, "Does it matter?"
"Is it me?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know. Are you serious right now? You don't know who it is?"
"I'm sorry."
"Did you tell him?"
She shakes her head, "No, and I am not going to. He made it pretty clear that he doesn't want kids."
"Maybe he would come around."
"I don't want someone in their lives that is going to resent them. I think that we are all better off without him."
"What does your gut tell you?"
"That I shouldn't have been so stupid," she answers.
"Didn't you use protection?"
"Every single time."
"Then how did this happen?"
"Obviously it didn't work."
"Do you know if they are identical, or fraternal?"
"I don't know."
"Didn't you have an amniocentesis done?"
"No."
"Why not? Isn't standard practice?"
"I opted not to have one."
"Why not?"
"Because it doesn't matter."
"How can you say that?"
"I have wanted this for so long. It wouldn't matter if they came out green with blue stripes. It wouldn't change me wanting them.""You could have it done to determine paternity. Wouldn't it be easier if you knew?"
"I have made up my mind that I am going to do this on my own."
"How? How are you possibly going to take care of three infants on your own? It is impossible. I am telling you that you are going to need help."
"And, I am telling you that I don't want any."
"Too bad."
"Excuse me?"
"You don't really think that they are Brian's do you?"
"Maybe part of me hopes that they're not."
"Because you don't love him?"
"If they're his, and he finds out..."
"You're afraid that he'll change his mind about wanting kids?"
"Why would I be afraid of that?"
"Because you don't want to be stuck in a relationship with him. You don't want to feel obligated to him, because you don't love him."
"Nick," she tries to reason.
"He would want to get married."
"Probably."
"And you would feel as if you owed it to them to give them a home with two parents."
"You don't know that," she argues.
"I know you. I know that you would never be happy, and that isn't fair to anyone."
"Life isn't always fair," she points out.
"Olivia I know that I am your partner, and..."
She cuts him off, "Stop right there. Nick I don't expect you to do anything. I don't want either of us to lose our jobs. I think that it is best for the both of us if we just forget that any of this ever happened."
"How do you expect to do that? You really want me to pretend like none of this happened? Olivia, you're pregnant. And, I'm pretty sure that we both know they are mine."
"We don't know that," she argues.
"Why do you refuse to see that we are supposed to be together?"
"You're my partner," she reminds him.
He steps forward. He places his fingers under her chin, tilting it upward. She freezes, unable to resist. He presses his lips to hers. She doesn't stop him. Her heart skips a beat, as his hand moves towards the small of her back. He looks into her eyes, as she kiss ends.
"Tell me that you don't want this."
She doesn't say a word, she just pulls him towards her. She kisses him. She untucks his shirt, and begins to un button it. She tosses it on the floor. She sighs in frustration that he always wears another shirt under his button down. He lifts her shirt over her head, between kisses. He kisses her neck, as she slips his wife beater off him. He reaches for her next article of clothing. And then the mood is killed in a split second. She pulls away. She looks at him, in disbelief. He smiles at her, touching her face.
"Go," he whispers.
She leaves the room, heading towards her number one man. She enters the bedroom, to soothe the crying baby. She lifts him out of the crib, and leaves the room. Without a word Nick slips the squalling baby out of her arms. She slips her shirt back on. She heads into the kitchen to make a bottle. As the bottle sits inside the bottle warmer she looks over at Nick. He stands in her living room, with her son in his arms. He smiles at the little boy, despite his impeccable timing, and the fact that he has completely interrupted them.
