"MORTEN!" She yelled.

Mort cringed to himself. He hadn't heard his full name be shouted since he and Amy had a fight. Amy. Katie. Amy married Mort. Amy slept with Ted behind Mort's back. Slut. Mort found them and...Katie came then. Katie is here now. She came back to him. She loves him, doesn't she?

"MORT!" Katie shouted, clapping her hands together loudly infront of his face.

He drew his head away and stared at her questioningly, "Huh?"

"Snap out of it!"

Mort looked at his dirty socks and grinned to himself, even let out a small chuckle. He really was losing touch with reality wasn't he? He was becoming crazier day by day by day, moment by moment. The crazy bus better come pick him up soon. The thought of himself being put into a white jacket that hugged his body all day made Mort's laughs burst.

Katie stared at him "You taking drugs or something? What the hell is with you, Mort?"

He shook his head, "Nothing." He said with another chuckle. "Just a thought." He took off his glasses and put them to his lips. Fogging them with his breath, he then wiped the lenses on his shirt and put them back onto his face. He folded his hands together, "What is it, Katie?" Mort was now imitating a very professor like voice.

"Never mind! You're a moron!" She said in annoyance, brushing past him walking back to the door.

"No-No." He caught her arm, gently pulling her back to him. Mort gave her the most charming smile he could manage at the moment. "Now, dear, what seems to be the problem? What do we need to conversate about?"

She sighed and folded her arms across her chest, staring him down intently. Her stare made Mort comeback to life somewhat, the expression in his eyes going from careless and carefree to... serious, questioning. "What is it?" He asked, regaining control of himself.

"I can't handle this." She said, shaking her head.

"Handle what?"

"This-" She said, her eyes dropping down from his for a moment, only a brief moment before she looked him dead in the eye.

He coughed, "What?"

Katie shook her head, and dropped her arms to her side, "Are you fucking stupid?"

Mort paused. His eyes shifted around his home uneasily. "What?"

She held her breath, her fingers tapping her legs. She looked behind her, then to the ceiling, to her shoes, then his face, then her eyes rested on his chest. Katie was trying to look him in the eye, but she found she couldn't do it. "I'm not a slut." She said suddenly.

"I never called you one." Mort stopped, he had no memory of the many times when he was drunk. "If I did, I didn't mean it."

"You're the only one."

"What?" He asked with his eyebrows quirked. Why was she being so complicated?

"That I've slept with. Not that I wanted to, but... You're the only one."

Mort went silent, then coughed, "Huh?"

"I'm late, Mort... Late."

"For what?" He asked, holding up his palms as if surrendering to her, "An appointment? You can talk to me after it... Don't want to make you any later that you already are."

"Have you never heard of the 'birds and the bees'? Not late for an appointment." She sighed, "Put this together- You're the only one I've had sex with in months. I'm late. I'm confronting you."

He adjusted his weight to his other foot. Was she? No. Couldn't be. "What are you trying to say, Katie?"

She put her hands through her hair then let out a sigh crossed with a shout. "Stop being a dumbass, Mort! I'm trying to tell you that I'm going to-" She hesitated then put her hands on her stomach, "A baby!"

His eyes widened, and he started walking backwards from her, "NO! THAT'S A LIE! YOU ARE NOT! WHY ARE YOU LYING?" He bumped into a table behind him.

She advanced toward him, "I am not a liar! Your going to be 'daddy' from now on! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" She shouted. "You will not up and leave! You caused this and you WILL go through with the consequences!"

"YOU'RE A LIAR! YOU ONLY WANT MY MONEY!" What a lie that was. Mort was barely above bankrupt.

Mort felt his stomach bubble and rumble as she continued to yell on and on. He lurched forward, feeling his last few meals (Doritos) threaten to enter his throat again.

"I WON'T BE LEFT ALONE!"

He pushed Katie out of the way as he ran up the stairs to his bathroom. He slammed and locked the door behind him. In the next second he was infront of the toilet, Katie's words echoing in his mind. Mort clenched his trembling hands together as he flushed the handle. Up the steps and through the bathroom door he could hear Katie's sobs.

Mort let his body fall to the cool floor, staring up at the ceiling.

"I told you to fire her before anything happened. Now look what happened, 'Daddy'. You'll regret this. Believe me."

"Shut up." Mort murmured to the familiar voice.

"You wanted this to happen. You wanted it. You thought that if you knew that if Katie was going to have your child, you wouldn't hurt her. Let her go now. Make her go. It is better if the child is raised without you... Derek would've made much better of a father. You killed him. For once be responsible. Send Katie away. Tell her you never want to see her again... It's for the best. It's the best for Katie and the baby."

Mort only made a choking sound, shaking his head.

"Let Katie raise the child alone. Atleast with someone other than you. It'll be best for the kid."

Mort shook his head. "No." He whispered as he felt himself blacking out again.

Review!

Alright, so Mort is unsure about the whole being a 'daddy' . It doesn't help with his 'better-half' telling him to give up nor does it help with Shooter's taunting. He'll be having quite a few doubts about himself and about having a family in the next chapter.