The minutes ticked by as he paced the hardwood floor of the master bedroom, his insomnia was back and all he could do was think of her. He couldn't believe the divorce papers came through so quickly. Alexis had said a few weeks, he had thought it would be longer then 5 weeks for some reason. Perhaps in his own mind he was hoping Alexis had forgotten about them for a while just to give him time to get used to all this. He stood in front of the elongated window looking out towards the bright city lights, wondering if she was thinking of him tonight. He turned and walked back towards the queen size 4 poster bed, a bed he shared with her that now was cold and empty. He crawled into bed and underneath the hefty comforter that lay on top. His head hit the pillow, he put his arms underneath his head for support and glared up at the ceiling. He slowly closed his eyes, hoping that at least if his eyes were closed he was half way to a good night's sleep.

She pounded her pillow with her fist trying to make an indent for her to lay her head comfortably. She was losing the battle as she tossed and turned for a while before she got up and sat on the edge of the bed. She slipped on her fuzzy pink slippers and padded to the kitchen for a drink of water. She rubbed her eyes as she turned on the light so she could see her way around. Her eyes took a few moments to adjust to the brightness of the light as she steadied herself against the kitchen chair. She caressed her belly as she heard it grumble with hungry. "How can you possibly be hungry, little one? I had dinner." It grumbled a little louder as she peered into the refrigerator to see what she could find for a late night snack. "Hmmm.... how bout some left over chicken?" It rumbled again as if to answer her. "Okay, no chicken." she giggled as she rubbed herself once more. She reached in for the orange juice and set it on the counter. "Let's try some of this, if this don't settle you down, I don't know what else there is I can feed you." she said to the precious life she carried inside her. She poured herself a large glass of orange juice and put it back in the frig. She took a drink from the glass and noticed a box she had left on the floor near the door that was filled with things she had brought from the cottage. She walked slowly towards the box and bent down to see what was all inside.

She reached in and took out a very large book that laid on top of some other things. She bit her bottom lip and caressed her belly. She walked towards the couch and sat down. She moved towards the arm of the couch with her back against it for support. She reached for the afghan and covered herself with it while she sat and paged through the book she held in her hands. She opened the front cover and gently touched with her finger the pictures that were revealed to her. The first page brought back the memories of the most precious day of her life ... her wedding day. A picture of her and Zander, she in a white spaghetti strapped full length gown with sequins on the bodice, flowing white train and she carried a mixture of white and red roses. Zander looking so sharp in his black tuxedo with tails, black bow tie, she couldn't help but smile as the tears welled in her eyes. They were so happy then, she was so sorry that it all just faded away. "I am so sorry little one. I hope one day you will have happiness too. The kind of happiness I had with your daddy." She sniffled back the tears as she flipped through the rest of the book, seeing the smiles on everyone's faces, they all seemed so happy, she wished she could smile like that again. She knew the only way she could do that is if Zander would one day forgive her for all she's done, but she also knew that wasn't possible right now, she needed to give him the space he needed.

She closed the book and took the last sip of orange juice that was in the glass. She laid the book on the coffee table and took the glass to the kitchen and put it in the sink. She felt her belly and didn't hear any more rumbling. "Guess that hit the spot, huh?" She giggled as she walked towards the bed hoping she could go back to sleep before the sun came up. She crawled back into bed after removing her slippers and pulled the covers up over her as her head seeped into the pillow. "Oooh!" she grimaced as she felt the child inside her kick. "Well that's a first, your clock is backwards, little one. It's time for sleep, not play." she laughed as she rubbed her belly where she felt the kick. "Your daddy should be here to feel you kick me, it's something I'm sure he'd enjoy. Daddy's like that kind of stuff." She wiped a stray tear from her cheek as she turned onto her side and tried to get comfortable. She's a little over 6 months along, and sleeping has become a chore for her these days. She was surprised by the movement, her little one was usually active during daylight hours and very rarely at night. She closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains on the elongated windows of the loft as the baby's movement woke her. "Ah, morning little one." she said as she turned to lay on her back. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched to try to removed the kinks out of her back. She was in her 2nd trimester and the back pain became apparent. She slipped from the bed and padded towards the bathroom. She removed her nightgown and slipped on an old tee shirt that hung on the back of the door along with a pair of sweat pants. As she came out of the bathroom she noticed her figure as she walked past the full length mirror she had hung on the wall. She stopped in front of the mirror and lifted her shirt to show her 6 month belly. She caressed herself as she felt it's hardness with her fingertips. As she did so she saw the small dents the baby inside her made as he kicked just letting her know he was awake and ready for breakfast. "I am so fat. Just look at me, I am as big as a house! Daddy would for sure tell me I am beautiful, but ...." her words drifted off as her mind thought of him as she stood sideways and glared at what she had become over the last 6 months of pregnancy. Just then she heard the phone ring. She dropped her tee shirt and hurried to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" she said as she answered the phone on the second ring. "Are you up for some breakfast?" the voice asked. "Hi Elizabeth. Yeah I am, but I have to get dressed first." she answered. "Meet me at Kelly's, say about 20 minutes?" her friend suggested. "Sure, I'll see you in about 20 minutes." she repeated to confirm the time. Emily hung up the phone and went to her closet to find something to wear. She peered out the window to see what kind of day it was in Port Charles. "Hmmm ...looks like a sweater type day out there, I guess I'll wear this!" she said as she grabbed a baby blue sweater from the closet.

He tossed and turned as the morning sun shone through the bedroom window as if to say good morning to him. He groggly opened his one eye and looked at the clock that sat on the night stand next to the bed. "Well, another day to think about what I'm gonna do with the rest of my life." he said to himself as he tried to wake himself up. He sat up and set his barefeet on the cold hardwood floor. He stood up and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on his face to revive him. He slicked back his hair and slipped on the sweatpants that hung on the back of the bathroom door. He made his way down the stairs and into the living room and as he passed the front door he heard a knock. "Doesn't anyone sleep around here?" he said as he reached for the door knob.

"Morning Alexander." his dad said sounding so chipper. "Morning." Zander answered with a yawn. "Here." Cameron said as he handed him a brown paper sack. Zander opened up the bag and smelled the fresh coffee coming from inside. "Mmmm....coffee! How did you know?" he chuckled as he showed his father to the sofa. Cameron cracked a smile and took a seat while Zander emptied the paper bag on the coffee table. "Oooh, muffins! Let me guess, Kelly's?" Zander noticed the paper they were wrapped in was from his favorite eatery. "I figured you probably didn't have anything to eat around here, so I brought it to you. That and I knew if you didn't have it, I wouldn't get any of it." he joked as he took the other cup of coffee that his son removed from the bag. "Well, you just didn't come here to bring me breakfast at the crack of dawn, so what's up?"

Cameron took a sip of his coffee and sighed. "I need your help." Zander gave a look of concern to his father as he took a seat next to him on the couch. "What do you need me for?" Zander thinking it could be anything, but he wasn't prepared for what is father was about to ask help with.

"I think I'm falling in love with Alexis."