7. confession

"Dylan?"

The sound of her voice made him turn around, facing her, looking into her eyes, not believing how he could have been so stupid, not realising she was pregnant. Now that he knew, he could see it immediately, even if her big sweater covered her stomach very well, he had to give her credit for that, she knew how do dress discreetly, not letting the public in on her not so little secret, but he could see it in her eyes, the sparkle he'd seen before, now he realised why it was there, it was the sparkle every mother to be had.

For her it only took one look and she knew that he knew, he couldn't keep secrets from her, his eyes reflected the truth every time she looked at him, a long time ago he hadn't minded it but now he resented it, wanting to spare himself of the humiliation. He had travelled thousands of miles to get to her, even if he knew she was in a relationship and all of this only to find out that the woman that he loved more than anything was pregnant, all he wanted to do now was to run, run and hide, but he couldn't, his eyes had given him away and he knew that, just like he knew by looking into her eyes that there was something else, something she keep from Jimmy, another secret she was hiding from the world. Now that he couldn't hide anymore he wanted answers.

"How the hell could you not tell me this?" he hadn't meant to yell at her but he was angry and hurt and unable to control his feelings.

"So Jimmy told you...?" she said looking into his eyes.

"Yes he did"

"Lets go somewhere and talk about this."

"Why should I? You weren't to keen on talking last time I was here."

"Please, Dylan…let me explain." She wasn't asking as much as begging him to let her give her side of the story.

Unable to resist her wishes, he agreed. "Ok, lets go for a walk then"

They were strolling around in one of the many parks in central London, in silence, none of them knew what to say, once they had been lovers but now they seemed like strangers, only strangers who could read the others feelings through the eyes.

"Dylan…" Brenda finally said breaking the silence

"Wait," he interrupted her "Let me go first; I came here because I love you, to let you know that things have changed, that I understand myself now, but I also came to apologise for my reaction last time I was here, I overreacted and I Know that you could never do what the press said you did. I'm sorry. But Bren, more than anything a came here because I think that you love me too and we would be great together and have a future together like we could have with no one else. But I understand you now and why we can never be, when I grew up I didn't have both my parents there and no matter how much I love you, I could never wish the same upbringing for another child. So I will leave, because your baby deserves both parents, Bren."

She looked into his eyes after this little speech, and she could see his pain, they were so sad but still they held so much love and in this moment she knew she would never leave, she knew that he had changed and she had never loved him more than she did in this moment, but there was one more thing she had to do, she had to confess the truth to him, so she took a deep breath and said;

"Dylan there is something I have to say to you, I don't know how you're going to react I'm not even sure how I'm reacting. But I know that you deserve to know. You have no idea how hard this is"

Tears started to fall from her eyes.

"Do you remember New York Dylan?" He nodded.

"When we meet there I had been there for about three weeks and Jimmy had been here in London working on his own movie and then when I came back about a week and a half after our night together I got sick, when I went to the doctor he gave me my diagnosis, pregnancy. What I'm trying to say here is that Jimmy isn't the father, he can't be. We spent one night together, Dylan and I don't know if you remember but we were caught up in the moment."

He gasped when the truth had sunken into him "Oh my god"

"Say something…" she was crying now, emotionally exhausted "please say something"

AN: I'm guessing that you already figured out that the baby was Dylan's…I meant that al along. But please come with suggestions on how Dylan should react to the news I'm not sure how that will turn out….review