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Chapter Three: Eating for Two

"Dad, I'm fine, really you can go home now".

"Syd are you sure? The doctor said that you had to be careful".

"Dad I really appreciate what you're doing for me but I would like at least a few hours of privacy".

"You're not going to spend it moping are you?"

"Goodbye Dad"

"I love you Syd"

"I love you too"

Sydney watched as her father pulled away from her house. Sydney couldn't help but laugh. Since she found out she was pregnant her father had been right next to her, making sure she got proper care and everything. Standing on her stoop, Syd couldn't help but wonder if he was like this when Irinia was pregnant. He must have been. He loved Irinia.

A kick brought Sydney back from her musings. "Ok you", she whispered to her six month old belly, "lets go get some coffee ice cream". Her father didn't want her to mope, she had been moping a lot since Vaughn had died but she knew she had to be strong for her baby.

But it was so hard. Especially at nights. The empty space reminded her of when they weren't together and that nearly broke her heart. It wasn't only the empty bed. It was his voice that she heard. "My name's not Michael Vaughn". Why did he tell her that? What was the truth? Syd had given up on truth along time ago.

Vaughn's death was particularly hard on her especially since it was three days before the death of her sister Nadia. Weiss was beyond consoling and had left LA right after Nadia's funeral. He had sent over some of Nadia's stuff and also some of Vaughn's things he had. Sydney remembered his face. He looked so lost.

Lost. That's probably looked she looked like too. And if it hadn't been for the fact that she was pregnant, she would have drowned her sorrows in alcohol and in frantic searches for Vaughn. She couldn't do that. She had to protect the one thing she had left of Vaughn, their unborn child.

Even though the baby wasn't due for another three months she had already picked out the names: Michele Nadia if it was a girl and Michael Frances if it was a boy. And despites her father's objections, she was making sure her baby had the last name of Vaughn.

Sydney sat quietly in the kitchen with only a tub of coffee ice cream and the kicking of her child to keep her company. It was quiet times like these when she wondered what it would be like if Vaughn was alive.