February. 1994

"Shit...Shit...shit...shit." She mumbled to herself in the corner. She cried. Hard. Sobbing even. "This can't be. This can't be. No, God, no." She was losing her breathe and tried to regain her breathing.

It was Valentine's Day. She knew that because Martin had come down in the basement with flowers and candy and left it for her like a parent would for a dog. Kate refused his gifts. But then it made her think.

She couldn't recall January's month. She was far too occupied with trying to escape this Hell of a prison. So she had to go back to December. But she had blocked it out that it took hardcore patience and alone time to recall. When her memory seemed to only half assist her she needed to find that stupid box of tampons he got her. She grabbed it and saw to her dismay that this box wasn't opened. She should have opened it some time ago.

"I'm pregnant." She almost couldn't get the words out; she didn't want to believe she was pregnant. With his kid? "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

A Few Months Ago...

Her mind forced her to remember. It was back when she was still upstairs (clearly) and it was after Thanksgiving but before Christmas. Kate still missed her mama's stuffing. She was eating the leftover stuffing that Martin had made. Not good, but...Alright. She had been in the foyer watching a movie that Martin had rented. My Cousin Vinny. She had seen it maybe once back when it came out two years ago. Hilarious. The heat was on in the home yet Kate still felt cold.

Martin joined her for the movie. He was silent with her. Neither of them said a word for a while. It wasn't until Kate chuckled at one of Marisa Tomi's line.

"MY BIOLOGICAL CLOCK IS TICKING *stomp* LIKE *stomp* THIS! *stomp* And the way this case is going, I ain't ever getting married!"

Kate smiled. Kids. I've always wanted a boy and a girl. I even have the perfect names picked out. One for the girl and one for the boy. Kate sunk into the couch a little more and got comfortable for the rest of the film.

Towards the end of the movie Kate had felt Martin cuddle next to her. Just a little. She felt a pulse in her that she had only a few time when they shared the bed upstairs. Next thing she knew, as the credits rolled, was Martin talking about kids. She had listened as she was getting tired. But every word he had said to her...It made her feel...Glad? Happy? A little more awake than before.

Martin talked about them having their little family in Bora Bora. For him, two girls. But he was fully open to whichever little ones Kate had given them. He spoke with Kate about how fun it'd be to raise little ones of their own without input from her family or his (not that he had much of a relationship with family). His words laced like sewing material to create a beautiful and comfortable pillow to Kate.

Maybe it was the apples in the stuffing. Maybe it was watching a movie where the woman just wanted to get married and start her life. Maybe it was the biological clock comment that made her wonder about children. But something came over Kate and she found herself saying, "I'd like my kids to have a young mama."

"Twenty-one OK?" He asked.

"Why that old?"

"Legal age to drink, silly." He booped her nose. "Well...Maybe its different in Bora Bora. But assuming the chance its the same. We can play tag with them all day."

Kate smirked. "You be too old to chase 'em around."

One thing had lead to another. Playful banters and Kate's heart thinking, just very briefly, about her future family. One with a supportive and loving spouse. A friendly relationship with her kids where they'd be close and open to one another. Maybe even a career that she'd actually like to do.

Present February

Kate's voice cracked. "Shit!"