Obviously, my inspiration is back so I am taking full advantage of it. Enjoy.

I looked at the clock; it was 9 in the morning. I obviously passed out on the couch with a cup of coffee in my hand. Immediately, I jumped up, I was supposed to be meeting Ephram in a half hour. Not to mention, it was going to take me at least 30 minutes to get to the diner by subway since it was a Saturday morning.

I ran around my apartment in a complete rage. I got out of the shower and was throwing clothes out of the closet. Trying to fit in some of my clothes before the pregnancy still was not easy. I looked at my stomach and rubbed it. It was hard knowing that only three months ago, I was pregnant. It seemed like a lifetime ago. However, seeing Ephram in the most unexpected of places put everything back into perspective. I finally decided to stick back on the jeans I wore yesterday and a nice NYU sweatshirt. I threw on my makeup and was out the door in 20 minutes.

I looked at my watch as I was boarding the subway. The only thing running through my mind now was that if Ephram was going to still be there when I finally got there. I went to grab my cell phone out of my purse and noticed the battery was dead. I yelled at myself for not paying attention to the battery for the umpteenth time. I put it away and just sat there.

At the next stop a woman stepped inside the door of the subway pushing a stroller. I smiled at her and she smiled in return. "Today is a nice day to go to the park." I said to her.

She replied, "I thought so too. It will be his first time going to the park."

I just smiled and looked at the little boy. He looked like he was about a year old. He was adorable - beautiful blue eyes and curly brown hair. As I watched him sleeping in the stroller, my hand instinctively went to my stomach yet again. I looked away from the baby and noticed my hand was yet again on my stomach. Twice in an hour – what was happening to me? Seeing babies had not had this effect on me over the past three months. I let a tear roll down my cheek. I wiped it away as fast as I noticed it, however more tears began to follow. The woman with the baby noticed I was sniffling and reached into her baby bag and gave me a few tissues.

"Are you okay?" She asked me.

I muffled out, "I'm fine. Just had a rough night." I wiped away the tears and blew my nose.

Before I knew it, it was time for me to get off. I thanked the woman and wished her well. I walked down the street towards the diner.

I reached the door to the diner and I saw Ephram on his cell phone. I hesitated and looked at my stomach and then at Ephram. I looked at my reflection in glass door and noticed my mascara had run a little. I quickly tried to fix it.

I looked at Ephram and then thought about my conversation with Dr. Brown the night before. I told myself that this was the right thing to do just like I told myself that three months ago.

I walked in the door and toward Ephram. This was it - the moment of fate. The moment I have wanted to have with Ephram for a year. I just hope he understands.