Tiffany wants nothing more than to be home with Sean instead of being miles away from him in Midvale. She had returned hoping to clear Decker's name of murdering Wendy Masters. Instead, she was right smack in the middle of a bigger conspiracy involving carnies and creepy townsfolk. And while capers and mysteries usually excited her she didn't want to participate in this one without Sean.

She had come so close to losing him in May, that it was a miracle he was still alive, but she knows enough not to look too closely into what had happened. Instead, she focuses on the positives which have come out of the situation. She had taught him that being a romantic Irishman wasn't something to hide, that he could confess his past betrayals to her and their friends. But most importantly she had taught him that he was a man worthy of love, forgiveness, and a family.

They are going to be a family. She has been ruminating over the thought since she woke up nauseous this morning. She is going to have his baby. And she didn't know what his reaction was going to be. His possible reaction terrifies her the most. They have only discussed having children a couple of times, once when Anna was missing, and again when they got engaged but not since. Yet, Sean was fantastic with children even if he refused to see it. He had really stepped up to the plate with his godfather duties with Robin when Anna was missing and Robert was trying to find her. Tiffany would never forget the look in Sean's eyes when he had carried Tony's little girl BJ through the haunted house last Halloween. Or the silly grin he got when he saw Bobbie with Lucas and seeing that had melted something in Sean's heart. He was ecstatic when they found out about Frisco and Felicia's baby.

Felicia had gone into early labor days ago when Tiffany had found out—much to her surprise–that her flu was instead her pregnancy. When Tiffany saw the look of concern and fear in Sean's eyes over Felicia, she quickly decided she couldn't tell him about their baby and had gone back to Midvale with Shep Casey.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Shep asks, taking a seat beside her in an effort to get her attention.

"Nothing, I just…I think I may have been away from Sean a little bit too long." She gives him a half smile hoping to assure him that nothing is amiss.

"Go home, I can handle this. You own the news station after all. I'll call you with an update on Thursday."

"I know you can handle this," she says before catching the concerned look in his eyes. She's certain that he had heard her throwing up earlier but had the tact not to put her on the spot about it.

"Tiffany, really I can handle this. I'm going to go to the library and see if they have anything on carnivals. Maybe they will have something on the microfiche. Call your husband," he advises before getting up, grabbing his coat, and leaving.

She and Sean had everything they needed or wanted. They were so in love and so in sync, the perfect duo. Adding a child to the mix could potentially shatter their wonderful life. She has to talk to herself, calm herself down.

It could enrich it. Challenge us. Complete us. You are the other half of my whole, Sean, but this baby, this baby is a blessing. You may not think we are ready for this but I think we are. But I have to tell you that I don't think I can do this alone. It's time to be brave. Get up, go over to that phone, Tiffany, and tell your husband that you are coming home.

She can feel each one of her nerves unraveling into an overwhelming sensation and she can hardly breathe when she picks up the phone and dials it. It rings twice before she hears his greeting.

"Hello darling," she says into the receiver.

"Honey, I want you to come home," he replies, a tad too demanding for Tiffany's liking.

"Sweetheart, if you say that a little nicer, I might," she retorts, rolling her eyes at his greeting.

"Alright, I apologize. It's just that I've had enough tension to last me a lifetime."

She swallows down the pang of worry that courses through her for his well-being. "I'm sorry honey. Is everything ok?"

"We're not finished yet. How are things going there? How are you?" he asks, deflecting the attention away from what is happening in Port Charles.

"Well..." she pauses for a second. "There is something I have to tell you. It's nothing serious. I don't want you to worry." She rattles on, "I'm just going to come home first thing in the morning. What do you say?"

"Only if you want to," Sean responds. She could hear his voice tighten and she knew that he did not believe it was 'nothing serious'. He knew her well, and when she said things were nothing, they were usually something. Her coming home to him was what he was hoping for.

"I do. Shep has things handled here. And I need to talk to you tomorrow morning at home. Sean, please don't leave the penthouse till I get there." Tiffany grips the phone cord. She can feel the beginnings of a headache at the base of her neck. "Stay there. I know you are working on something big with Robert. I won't ask you any questions about it, but it's important to me that we talk before you leave."

"Alright, sweetheart. I'll tell Robert that I can't meet him till later. But take care of yourself and whatever is going on-" He hesitates. She knows that a million awful scenarios are flashing before his eyes, "Remember I love you."

"I will. I love you too darling." She kisses the receiver before hanging up. Her previous anxiety began to ease yet her headache remains. She couldn't —wouldn't think about Sean's reaction anymore today.