*2 hrs later

*Rory is curled up on the couch; unsure of what to do she lies her head down and closes her eyes. It is too late to call anyone, and for some strange reason Rory feels this is something she needs to deal with alone.

An hour later Rory awakes the sound of rain beating against the window. She stands up, half asleep and walks to the window. Looking out onto the street Rory's mind wanders to the last time her and Jess had been away from each other. Standing in the window, slightly shaking, Rory suddenly knew where Jess was.

*Outside.

Pulling her coat tightly around her protruding stomach, Rory moves swiftly down the street. She slows down as she approaches the old coffee house, across the street she spies the green park bench; water streaming down the side, in the darkness, she can barely make out the outline of the 27 year old hoodlum that is her husband. With out looking, she crosses the street and sits down beside him. Jess doesn't move nor acknowledge her presence; he simply clears his throats. Rory moves in closer, bumping her knee to Jess'. Immediately Jess notices her small frame shaking. With out thought he takes off his jacket, and pulls it over Rory. The water resistant jacket is lined in fleece, and much warmer than the sweat Jacket Rory has on. Rory sighs, unsure of what to say.

Jess mumbles to himself before breaking the silence, "Jacob…Jake, was my best friend. Since forever grew up together, we lived in the same building. He was the good one…always bailing me out, even when we were little." Jess' eyes wander and Rory takes his hand in hers. He continues, "As we got older, I started hanging out with some guys that were, I guess trouble. He kind of stayed away when I was with them, which by 8th grade was all the time. But even though, I was going over these guys' houses, and well smoking or drinking, he still was my friend and looked out for me. Fast forward to 9th grade, that summer before I'd gone away with my mom for a few weeks, when I got back, things were different. He'd met Christy…I had know her through those guys…and I knew she was bad news…at least for him, I mean he didn't belong in that, that mess. By the end of ninth grade, I didn't even know him anymore. He followed her everywhere, did everything she did." Jess shakes his head in grief, unable to control himself.

"Jess, it's ok…"

"The last time I saw him, he came up the fire escape, to my room, he was really, drunk. Christy had called and he was going with her to Frank's…to have some fun. Something told me, it was wrong. I told him not to go—Jess stops unable to go on he breaks down.

Rory is now stroking his hair, "It's ok…"

"No it's not!" Jess says gruffly. "I could have tried harder, he was my best friend…I shouldn't have let him go."

"You couldn't have helped him."

"You don't know that, I should have been the one…I was the screw up not him."

"Jess, you can't keep doing this to yourself."

"Rory, you don't know what you're talking about." Jess says desperately.

"Yes, I do. You keep letting you're best rule your future…you keep telling yourself, you're a bad person who deserves to be miserable, when that's not who you are anymore."

Jess kicks his foot in frustration, "What am I doing? I'm about to be someone's father…and yet I can't even get myself together, I'm going to screw this kid up."

"No, you won't, you'll be a great father, you just need to put this stuff behind you, and see that you're a good person."

"I don't know if I can do that."

"You don't have a choice, you can't keep doing this Jess. It was fine to run away from everything when were dating…but we're married now, I'm your wife…you can't just run away from that."

"God, Rory I just don't know if I can do this."

"Jess, I don't know if I can either, but long as you're there with me, I won't be afraid."

"I'm sorry, Rory." Jess stands up, pulling Rory into a hug. "Oh my God. It's raining, come on lets go inside, you can't get sick."

Jess takes Rory's hand leading her across the street. They walk for a moment before Rory lets go of Rory's hand.

"Come on Rory, I don't want you to—"Rory?" Jess turns noticing Rory standing in the street. His eyes meet hers; seeing the look of terror on her face, Jess stumbles forward; his face drained of color.

Rory's hand is on her stomach, her eyes wide, "Jess, something's wrong."