A/n: Chapter 2 is here.

Chapter 2:

I spin into work. I have a session with my 'therapist' tonight (if you can actually call what we do therapy) and I could not be happier.
"Someone's in a good mood." Nina says with a grin. I wink.
"Maybe I gotta hot date." I tease.
"You and Paolo patched things up?" I shrug. Zoey gives a dramatic sigh.
"It's not fair! You've all got boyfriends and husbands and single old me sits and files other people's nails."
"Sweetie, we're all filin' nails here." Angelica drawls in her low southern accent.
"Yeah well…" Zoey pouts and flicks her hair. She's gorgeous and I have no clue as to why she doesn't have a boyfriend. A light tan, dazzling brown eyes, short honey brown hair with golden highlights and legs that don't quit. She dresses to impress, yet never pulls.
"Can I clock off early?" I ask my friends with a playful pout.
"Should we let her?" Angelica asks. Nina shrugs.
"Eh, she's in love, let her go."
"Thank you! You three rock." I give a dizzy spin and disappear out the door and up to Logan's office.

It's in the middle of town, far away from my work. It seems so central and so busy outside, yet the inside of Logan's office was always so private so secure.
"Sorry I'm early." I say taking off my coat. I'm not sorry at all. He nods. "Y'ok… you look stressed."
"Yeah well… I'm in trouble." He grumbles.
"Tell me?"
"Hey who's the therapist here?" He asks trying to be playful.
"Logan tell me." I demand.
"Ok, well my supervisor's been going through my books and I've been pretty busy these past 7 or 8 sessions… I haven't exactly recorded the details correctly." I nod. "So she's coming to watch our next session."
"Oh I get it, Logan's down coz he won't be getting down, next week." I torment. He smirks.
"Maybe."
"Maybe we'll just have to make it count more today then." I kiss him gently. He pauses. It's a stupid rule but I'm not allowed to do anything with him until I take it off. I slide the band of gold off of my finger and lay it on the counter. I french kiss him. "Better?" He nods and closes the curtains before laying me down on the leather couch.

"Holy mother of oh-my-god!" Zoey cries.
"Shush!" I breathe.
"But I didn't even know you and Paolo…" She breathes.
"Please Zoey NOT now." I cry. My eyes are sore and my head hurts. My hands are shaking. How did I end up here again?
"Oh my god Dana! Is this… is it good, is it bad, what is it?"
"I'm not sure yet…" I mumble. "I gotta clock off ok." My thoughts are a total mess. I have a session with Logan in a few days. How do I explain this to him? How do I explain it to Paolo? Well actually…

Paolo shouldn't be too hard to deal with. I go home and sit on the couch. He walks in looking a little tired from work.
"I'm going out tonight." He tells me automatically.
"Hell no you're not." I snap. He looks at me curiously. He sits down.
"What's up?"
"I'm bored." I say with a shrug.
"What… you wanna come out with me?" He asks curiously. I know it's not an invite, plus I'm not going out drinking and dancing for the first time in my life whilst I'm pregnant. That's right. Dana has done it again. This time pregnant to a fling with her therapist. But I'll cover my tracks.
"No…" I say shaking my head gently.
"Then…" He starts. I grab him and kiss him roughly. He's very shocked.

"Woah! What was that about?"
"I'm your wife. I'm VERY bored. Is this against the rules?" I simper. He pauses.
"I guess not…" I kiss him again deeply. He lays back on the couch with a sickly smirk on his face. "Suddenly you're all interested in sex?"
"I never stopped being interested. I just got put off for a while."
"But you're back now?" He asks tugging my skirt up round my waist.
"I'm back baby." I kiss his neck. This feels really dirty. I don't know why but with Logan it felt fun and exciting, this feels necessary and forced. But if I can convince him that this baby is his, then maybe, just maybe my parents won't hate me. It hurts. Logan never hurt me. Paolo always did but, being my first time I thought it was supposed to. Evidently it's not.

"Good afternoon Mrs Johansson." Logan says. He's sat in his chair with a pair of glasses on. Resisting the urge to snicker insanely I nod in an indecisive manner. As though I cannot quite decide whether it's a good afternoon or a bad afternoon.
"Hello Doctor Reese."
"This is Yvonne just ignore her, she's here to make sure we're not secretly snogging or anything." Yvonne is a withered old woman.
"I have a husband and a boyfriend, why would I be kissing my therapist?" I ask curiously.
"Yeah, it's a formality really. Pretend she's not here. How've you been Mrs Johansson?
"Better than ever I guess." I shrug. "You know I've been having an affair right?" He nods. I can tell his thinks I'm treading dangerous waters here. "Well… I'm pregnant. To my boyfriend not my husband…" Logan drops his pen and quickly recovers himself. He jots things down rapidly and for the next hour and a half, things are kinda tense. He knows he can't say anything but his eyes behind the fake lenses stare right into me. Yvonne stands up.
"Well Mr Reese I see everything is in order you just need to learn to take care of your notes properly."
"Thanks Yvonne. See you later?"
"Oh there's no need." Yvonne gave a wry smile. "Goodbye." She leaves.

After a few moments of silence Logan stands up and approaches me. I say nothing. He raises his hand to my cheek and kisses me deeply. I don't know what to say. Since I slept with Paolo things have been a little better. I know I can make it work, I just gotta try harder. I push him away.
"LOGAN YOU JERK I'M MARRIED!"
"Like that stopped us getting pregnant!" I smack him hurtfully then turn on my heel and leave.

So things with Paolo are ok. The sex is ok. He still plays around town, but I am certain that when I tell him I'm pregnant things will calm down. But things start to worry me. I mean I lost my last baby what if I lose this one? What if it survives but comes early? Then my lie will be uncovered. I keep nervously trying to hide the slight swelling bump while my girlfriends keep trying to uncover and feel and talk to it. As soon as I get home it's gotta be a large sweater so nobody can tell.

'OK' with Paolo goes back to 'bad' and I sink back into depression. Zoey, Angelica and Nina think it's because of the baby. When I was seeing Logan I was, dare I say it, happy. I don't remember being happy. I must've been at some point I suppose but I don't exactly remember. They've noticed how down I am. None of them know about my fling with the sexy therapist. I've been loosing sleep, gaining weight, and I feel generally ill. It doesn't help that I'm ten weeks pregnant and throw up a lot. I can't really blame them for thinking I'm a head-case. I can't really blame them for worrying. But I blame them for booking me an appointment with Logan. They practically drag me to the office door then abandon me. ("It's for the best!" - Zoey, "Bite me." - me)

I am not a happy bunny, much less a bunny at all. I sit on the leather couch and for around 7 minutes there is absolute silence.
"You don't have to speak to me if you don't want." He says eventually. "The bill's taken care of." He pulls out his cheque book.
"I can afford it." I say rather harshly. Trust him to try usemoney to make it better.
"In your um… 'condition'?"
"I'm pregnant not poor." I growl.
"Yeah, but how're you planning on paying, it's not like your husband knows about our little 'meetings.'"
"You leave Paolo out of it." I snap at him.
"Tell me Mrs Johansson." He drawls in his low professional voice. "Does your husband even know you're pregnant." I open my mouth to speak but it closes automatically. "Thought not. And do you know why? Because you know he'll know he hasn't touched you since he last knocked you up!"

"He has too!" I screech indignantly.
"Really?" He sounds very surprised.
"Yes." It's a little icy but it'll do. "Not that my sex life is any of your business… DOCTOR." He looks perplexed for a moment then he smiles. How can he be smiling?
"Slept with him to cover our tracks?" Damnit this guy knows me too well.
"Possibly." I shrug coolly.
"Dana you were what… 6 weeks pregnant when you found out. What are you going to do when it's born on time and the doctors say 40 weeks on the certificate? Huh? You're telling me your husband is that thick witted that he won't do the math?" He sounds horrid. How can he insult Paolo he barely knows him. I'm gonna reverse psychology him. Make it about me.
"Lay off Logan, you think I haven't thought about this? You think this isn't spinning through my mind 24 hours a day ever since I found out?"

"Yeah yeah, don't try the psychobabble on me I'm a psychologist." For an awful long while there is silence then. "I always had a crush on you y'know." He tells me softly. "Like ever since we were kids and I used to whip your butt at basketball."
"Did not!" I laugh. Suddenly it all melts away. He's not my therapist; he's not my baby's father. He's my fun loving teenage friend.
"You keep telling yourself that." He chuckles.
"Oh perlease! Thirteen or nineteen. Pregnant or not I could still out-hoop you any day." I challenge.
"You wish Cruz!" There's a long pause and a deafening silence. I never understood the term deafening silence. I mean how can silence be deafening? Well this is. I twiddle the ring on my finger.
"I haven't been Cruz in years." I whisper
"I know." He sounds so sad. "Sorry."
"S'ok…" I say eventually. "Zoey still calls me Cruz."

"Zoey… wait… Zoey Brooks." He asks in shock.
"Yeah." I smile.
"Man, I haven't seen her since graduation, how is she?" He laughs and lays back in his chair reminiscing about high school, back when things weren't complicated.
"Young sexy and single, as usual."
"Same for Chase. He used to have such a crush on her."
"Still in contact with him?"
"Yeah me and him got an apartment 'cross town. Y'know the velux building?"
"You're kidding!" I know the Velux building alright. It's this huge apartment block. Towering white marble as far as the eye can see. Girls that go in our salon only wish that they could live there. There's rumoured to be a jacuzzi in each suite. It's the stuff legends are made of. "I work right next to there!"
"Small world." He shrugs.

"Gimme Chase's cell phone number." I order stealing a pen from his desk.
"He hasn't got one…" Logan says. I'm confused.
"20 year old male… no cell phone…"
"Oh he had one." He smirks. "A previous girlfriend threw it out of our window, when he got a call from his sister while they were um…" He suddenly appears awkward. "Consummating their relationship."
"Oh my god!" I laugh. "Are you serious?"
"Yep. And we live in the penthouse apartment, it didn't stand a chance."
"Ouch! Ok gimme your landline number." He pauses for a moment then asks me why. "Because… I want to set Chase and Zoey up on a blind date. Come on! The two of them together it'll be fun."

He writes his number on the back of my palm. The little alarm on his desk rings.
"Hours up Cru…-Johansson." He catches himself.
"Oh…" Is all I can say.
"Dana… seriously… call me?" He asks hopefully.
"I can't." I say sadly. I raise my left hand and allow my ring to catch the light as I leave. "I'm married."

A/n: Ooo. She's pregnant. What will Paolo think!