She lay on her bed, her left hand subconsciously resting on her slightly rounded belly. Her right hand was occupied wiping the seemingly endless stream of silent tears that were flowing down her cheeks. She didn't know why she did it, and she wondered if she ever would.

Was it the right thing to do? Or was it the pent up anger and resentment that she still had towards him that made it seem that way? What was she going to do? Who could she talk to? Who would care? It had been three months since she had lied to him about lying to him. It had been three months since those questions, plus about a million more, began running through her mind non-stop. It had been three months and still not one of those questions had been answered. She knows she doesn't have much time left.

The doctor told her only hours earlier that she's about four and a half months pregnant with a baby girl. She had always wanted her first child to be a daughter, a little girl whom she could dress up and take shopping and raise the exact opposite of the way she had been raised. She isn't going to screw up her daughter's life the way her own mother screwed up hers. Her daughter is going to be happy and know that she is loved.

The baby's due date is two days after her father's birthday. For him this could be the best birthday gift ever, or the worst. He had told her that he would be there for her no matter what. He had told her that he wanted to be a good father. He had told her that if she wanted to have this baby then he did too. She wanted to believe him, she really did. But she had believed him when he said that he and Peyton were just friends. She had believed him when he said that one of the things he loved most about her was the fact that they were different. She had believed him when he told her that he gave a rat's ass about her. She doesn't want to get hurt again. She can't allow herself to be that vulnerable because now she not only had her own heart to protect, but her unborn child's as well. She promised that she will never let her own daughter experience even a fraction of the pain that she had experienced…that she was still experiencing.