Kendall let the cool water splash over her face. It felt like she had been sunburned. She grabbed a towel and patted her face dry. Looking into the mirror, she consulted her reflection.

"Why?" she asked. "Why would Zach do such a horrible, horrible thing?" She closed her eyes and tried to think of a good reason. She could not find a single one.

Zach had shown her a side of himself that she wasn't sure he would ever show anyone else after Maria. He had been so attentive to her the past four months, but he had treated her like royalty, even before she told him she was pregnant with their baby.

She had been so afraid to tell him, thinking he would stay away, or leave. From what she was to understand about him was that he did not want any children, and did not deserve to be a father since he couldn't even make headway with his son, Ethan.

When he had found out about the plan for her to be a surrogate for Greenlee he was furious. She thought he would never come around to her way of thinking and then he surprised her. He promised to support her however she may need it, doing everything short of talking to her belly.

And he was true to his word. When she couldn't hold anything down, he was there with sips of ginger ale and crackers, or tea and dry toast. He wouldn't leave her side when she started to miscarry that one fateful night at the casino.

Dr. Madden had told her there would be a chance that she could miscarry all of some of the fetuses before she reached 3 months, so when Zach had bought her into the ER at 11:30 at night, it was no surprise to the doctor at all. The ultrasound technician confirmed that the retained products of conception were not viable and needed to be evacuated. Zach did the job of breaking the news to Greenlee because she simply could not.

She felt like a complete failure after that. Greenlee never said it, but Kendall had always felt like Greenlee blamed her, even just a little for miscarrying. This is why she offered to try again as soon as possible. Dr. Madden told her to wait six weeks before starting another cycle of progesterone.

She had waited the six weeks that Dr. Madden insisted on, and thought she would faint where she stood when he announced to her that she was already pregnant. Greenlee had just dropped into the chair behind her, stunned at the revelation. "Well, Mrs. Slater, I believe your vacancy has already been filled with a tenant," were the words that he used to delightfully announce it to her. He immediately offered Greenlee a list of women who had already agreed to be surrogates.

Zach had been working on the opening a new Seasons location in Cleveland, Ohio by the time Kendall had summoned up the courage to tell him. The new casino opening was quickly approaching and Zach had bought her a new dress to wear to the grand opening. She was excited and wanted to wear the beautiful royal blue silk cheongsam, but when she put it on, she could not fit it. It was time to tell her husband that she was pregnant. Three and a half months had been long enough to think of how she was going to tell her husband he was going to be a father. She wondered if he had even noticed that she was getting thick around her middle and now she had her answer.

She packed the dress away in a garment bag, praying that she will be able to get into it in at least a year. She decided that she would forgo shopping at Tower City and have a car take her to Beachwood instead. She had to get to a Nordstrom's to buy herself a new dress to wear, one that she could actually fit.

She couldn't help herself as she wandered into the baby department and picked up the cutest little layette. It was white with little yellow ducks on the bib and on the hat that it came with. She laid it down, and picked up a pair of tiny little white satin infant shoes and smiled to herself. This was how she would tell Zach she was pregnant.

That night Zach asked her why she wasn't wearing the dress he got for her, but instead wearing a simple beige organza strapless dress with the empire waist and matching wrap. "I have something for you, Zach," She replied, as she picked up the small silver and black gift wrapped box and handed it to him.

Zach had studied her for a beat and then lifted the lid off the box. Kendall was a ball of nerves and wrung her hands, hoping, praying, and wishing for something positive, that he wasn't angry with her for allowing herself to get pregnant, for not telling him sooner, for making him a father when he wasn't ready to be one. She closed her eyes and then she felt him next to her. She opened her eyes and he was standing much closer, with the shoes in one hand.

"Does this mean what I think it does?" He asked her gently and Kendall swallowed hard.

"What do you think it means?" she shyly asked not wanting to look him in the eye. He had stepped closer still and put his hand her belly. Right then she glanced up and locked eyes with him.

"Kendall?" She couldn't speak. She only gasped and tears came to his eyes. He kissed her lips lightly and then smiled at her whispering, "Thank you," and then kissed her again.

Kendall was quickly yanked back into the present when she heard Zach yelling at someone outside and then his door slamming. She laid the towel on the sink and went to the living room just in time to see Greenlee bursting through her door, with a stream of profanities coming from her mouth.

Greenlee looked up to see Kendall standing next to the couch, holding her very rounded belly. Kendall carefully sat down and Greenlee quickly crossed the room and collapsed next to her, bursting out in a fit of tears and incoherent babbling about Ryan, Zach and something about Reggie and her wrist.

All Kendall could do was listen and hold her stepsister. She wasn't completely sure about her own feelings and certainly wasn't sure how to speak to Greenlee about hers, so she opted to just let Greenlee talk and she would only listen herself.

Kendall did her best to listen to Greenlee and how she felt about this whole Ryan situation. Her personal opinion of Ryan at the time was no different than that of Greenlee's, except she'd never take a gun to his head.

When Greenlee started talking about how Zach was no better than Ryan, Kendall started to tune out and get deep into her own thoughts about her husband until Greenlee started pushing the D-word at her.

"Greenlee, I think it's too soon to be thinking of such a drastic step-"

"No it isn't, Kendall," Greenlee retorted. "We've been discussing how to go about you getting a divorce from that sack of shit for months now."

"Greenlee-"

"Kendall, you don't have to do a thing, I have the papers all drawn up for you, and I even made sure there was a clause for child support payments according to what his half of the casino earnings would be," Greenlee continued on taking a deep breath. "You don't need Zach, I will help you raise your little bundle of joy without being underneath the umbrella of danger that Zach naturally represents anytime he just walks into a room. You'll see, Kendall, your little one will have all the advantages of two parents and then some."

"Or not," Kendall finally piped in when Greenlee ran out of breath. "Look, Greens, I don't want to talk about this right now. I just want to watch a movie and eat that ice-cream in my freezer that's been calling my name all day."

"Ok." Greenlee said and went into Kendall's bedroom, "I'm going to stay here with you tonight. We can have a sleepover; just the two of us."

"Fine," Kendall said as she went to the freezer and took out the half gallon of Cold Stone ice cream that Zach had bought the night before. She grabbed two big spoons and started for her room, but not before turning around to go look out the window through her blinds into the condo that was Zach's. His door was wide open and she could see into his condo. He was still there, on the phone, with a business acquaintance no doubt. But it was so late. Who on earth could it be? She quickly let go of the blinds when she saw him go toward the door to shut it while he was still on the phone. She didn't want to appear that needy.

She picked up the ice cream and spoons and headed for her room without looking back toward the window again.