Mary's eyes opened and she looked over at the clock that had only changed a few hours since Matthew left the room. Her things were still on the bed, the light was still on except now her eyes were pounding and the little baby girl in her stomach was kicking away. Kicking as if to get her to get out of bed and do something to make this better. She shifted, looking down at her stomach and remembering her fight with Matthew. Her body fell back against the pillows as she began to cry again. She was uncomfortable, angry and she missed him. She hated that. She hated that he was just down the hall and she missed him despite how angry she was. It probably wouldn't be a big deal, if she hadn't felt this pain before. She knew what it was like to be so angry with him and want him next to her at the same time. Except today, she learned that he had messed up. She tried to tell herself that this wasn't a big deal, except it was and then he had shouted at her. She wasn't sure why; except she had already been yelling at him. It was a mess. She kept trying to think to herself about how it could have been a calm conversation and then it just blew up. What happened when people had an argument that resembled a small flame that turned into a massive fire. Mary sat up, she had to do something. She couldn't just sit here like this. Her back was hurting, her stomach felt sick and she was exhausted. She sat up, immediately thinking that the first thing she needed to do was get out of the outfit she had worn to London. Sleeping in a dressier outfit wasn't comfortable. Mary took her dress off, not bothering to hang it, but instead place it on the chair by the window before walking over to her dresser to find a nightgown. She picked out a white one that she had ordered months ago for when thought she might want something with more room. Tonight, she wanted it, because her mind felt cramped. As she put the cool fabric on, she walked to the closet for a pair of slippers from her bottom shelf. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she needed to be comfortable. It wasn't until she closed the drawer to the dresser that she heard a knock at the door.

"Mary?" Matthew's voice came from outside in the hallway, she could hear his voice and a part of her wanted him to leave her alone, but then another part of her knew that her only chance at calming down was if he was with her. He had that kind of power. "Mary, please let me in."

"It isn't locked." She said, her voice quiet as she dropped her arms to her side as she watched the door slowly open. He stepped in, his eyes wide and tired as shifted on her feet. "What are you doing?"

"Mary, I can't sleep without you." He admitted, as if he was a gambler putting all his cards out on the table. He raised his hand, holding up the white elephant they had so lovingly named Elliot "We have a problem. I messed up. I know that."

"You did." Mary confirmed, moving to sit on the chair next to the window.

"I can't sleep without you." He said again. This time she looked up. His eyes looked sad, as if he had taken his own heart out and broken it into pieces. "And I don't want to know what it's like to have to again, so can we just work this out?"

"I'm tired." Mary's felt her voice go cold.

"And have you slept at all?" He asked, leaning against the dresser.

"Yes, I was sleeping fine until ten minutes ago when I woke up to change into something more comfortable." Mary said, holding her head up even though she knew he was lying.

"Mary…" Matthew stepped forward, still on the other side of the room. He looked sick, exhausted and she wanted to run her hands through his hair and fall asleep with him.

"Fine." She sighed, looking down at her hands. "I've been awake."

"I know" Matthew replied, pacing in front of her. "God Mary. We can't mess this up. I can't mess this up. I don't want this to end and I won't let Richard be the reason that we don't work."

"Don't you see? Richard isn't the reason this went wrong. You lied to me." Mary wiped at her eyes.

"I know." He admitted, moving to sit on the floor in front of her. "But when he saw you, he knew what he was doing. I should have told you, but by him telling you and us fighting over it, he has the power."

"No, he doesn't."

"Yes, he does, Mary." Matthew insisted, reaching for her hand. "Look, nothing replaces that I should have told you and I'm sorry. I made a mistake and you had every right to be upset."

"I know I do." She almost snapped, before lowering her voice and looking down at their hands.

"His past actions, have too much power over us. It's left you with a lack of trust and ability to believe in us and it's left me constantly feeling like I have to walk on eggshells." Matthew explained and she knew he was right. "I constantly worry about losing you, but you know what? That isn't just Carlisle. That is my fault too. I let you walk away and I regret that every day of my life, so I work as hard as I can to make sure I never lose you again. Because of Carlisle, I was afraid to tell you and I should have been honest. A part of me worried that telling you, was a way to risk losing you."

"You should have trusted me." Mary knew she wouldn't have gone to see Carlisle, at least she didn't think she would. The moment she had escaped that hell, she hadn't argued about leaving. Once her family, Anna and Matthew were with her, she wasn't afraid to leave. "I'm happy in my life with you."

"I should have and I'm my happiest with you, Mary." Matthew replied, moving to his knees. Mary looked at his eyes, noticing the redness around them, that they were a bit wet. "I promised myself after he nearly killed you, that I would spend the rest of my life working to make sure you were the happiest woman on the planet. That I wouldn't spend a night away from you if I didn't have to and I meant it. I love you."

"I know." She did. She knew he worked so hard to make her happy and sometimes she worried she didn't return the favor enough. "I love you too and I want you to be happy. Sometimes, I just feel like a shoe is going to drop. What if this was the shoe?"

"If this is the shoe, we can get through it." Matthew smiled weakly, before wiping at his own eyes.

"We can?"

"Yes." Matthew smiled, squeezing her hand, his thumb lingering to stroke her hand. "But we can't leave when things get hard. We can't pack our things or go to different rooms. We have to fight. I didn't fight for you once and I lost you. If I've learned anything, it's that we have to fight."

"I came back." She whispered, squeezing his hand back. "Well, with help."

"You still came back to me." Matthew leaned forward, kissing her hand. She couldn't help as a hiccup from crying turned into a yawn. "Why don't we get in bed? We can lay there and talk."

"Okay." She breathed, as he got up before taking her hand and helping her up. She instinctively leaned into him, his arms barely fitting around her with her stomach between them. In a few more weeks, he probably wouldn't be able to fit his arms around.

"I love you so much." He whispered, kissing the top of her head before leading her to the bed, pushing the covers back and tossing her clothes onto the dresser with the promise to pick them up in the morning. She wasn't worried about that; she would put them away properly when the sun was out and she had slept. She looked back to the floor, moving to pick up the stuffed elephant that Matthew had sat down. "Can't forget about the elephant."

"Elliot." Mary breathed, still facing sudden breaths from her tears.

"When I couldn't sleep, I sat in the baby's room for a while." Matthew replied, as they both crawled into the bed and under the covers. When she laid back, he pulled up alongside her and she moved to rest her head on his arm. "Mary…"

"Yeah?" She whispered as he wiped her tears.

"I was thinking about the baby." He whispered, his voice shaking a bit. She could tell he was almost nervous. "We've been through so much, but this baby is one of the most important people in the world to me. I love this baby."

"It's a girl." Mary said, even though she knew he already was aware of that.

"And I want her to be my baby girl too." Matthew pressed a kiss against her cheek, before moving his hand to her stomach. "Mary…I want to adopt her as my own."

"What?" Mary looked up, her heart stopping in her chest as he pressed his lips into her and pulled away.

"I want to adopt her." Matthew said proudly, his hand firmly on her stomach. "I want to be her father, who she runs to when she's upset or picks her up when she's about to get into something she shouldn't the moment she begins to become mobile."

"Matthew." Mary breathed, her heart taking over as she pressed her lips into his. She wasn't sure what to say, or what to do other than she began to cry again and kiss him. She pulled away, her fingers moving over his lips. "I…you want to be our family."

"I do." Matthew smiled, before stroking her hair. "There is a lot that comes before it, but I want to be the only person she ever knows as her father and I want to be your partner. I'll ask the important questions later, take the important steps. I just want you to know my intentions. To make a real family with you."

"Okay…"

"It's late or early. Depending on how you look at it." Matthew whispered, his fingers moving her hair out of the way as he looked up at the clock. "Mary, you've had a rough day. Regardless of what we decide, what I ask you soon...I want you to rest. The doctor said you need to rest and after a rough day, you haven't slept a wink. I haven't either, but you and little lady need rest. We can talk in the morning."

"Alright." Mary whispered, feeling at ease again with him. Her body was more relaxed, her tears had subsided. She didn't want to fight anymore and she knew he had a point. They shouldn't leave when things get tough. "I won't leave again…or try."

"I won't either. No more going to bed angry." Matthew locked his fingers in hers, kissing her hand. "Fight it out. No more bailing."

"No bailing." She whispered and smiled as he pulled her even closer. She was exhausted and she knew she was emotional. She was still trying to catch her breath from crying so much. He had a great point though. They had nearly lost each other before; they couldn't let this happen again. Richard had wanted that and his impact stretched far more than what had occurred today or the day Matthew spoke to him. Even their past actions affected them, but Mary could see now that it was up to them to make this work. While she was hurt by Matthew talking to him, she understood why he lied now. Why he wanted to protect her. Still, that wasn't an excuse to give up on each other. They needed this to work. They loved each other too much and it was clear now, they both loved this little baby girl more than anything. So tonight, she would sleep, resting for both her and her baby and then in the morning she and Matthew could work to continue to build faith in each other.