Chapter 2

Nathan Kingsley was madly in love with Karen Walker. Despite their drastic age difference, he felt a special bond with her. He often turned down invitations to go to bars with his friends who ended up looking at all the hot twenty something's. He was not interested in those shallow relationships, one night stands. He was more mature than that. He also could not stop thinking about Karen. The first night they had shared together had been special, different from others he had shared. He had never met a woman who knew more ways to pleasure him than he himself knew possible. It was like one erotic adventure. And he felt an emotional connection with Karen as well. It wasn't all about the amazing sex they shared almost every night. It was also about the talks they shared afterwards. She seemed to open up to him and he found that beneath that thick layer of insensitive, uncaring ness, there was a fragile little girl. He would hold her, care for her in the morning hours after a passion filled night. This was not just a normal relationship. The only thing he was worried about was Karen's interest in the relationship. He often wondered if she took him seriously because he was so much younger than she. The last thing he wanted was for their relationship to end.

He felt he had much to learn from such an older, wiser woman. He wanted, desperately, to share something with her. Something that would last forever, but marriage frightened him. It seemed as if there was something about being tied down, not that he would ever want to stray from Karen, but he just wasn't sure he was ready for that commitment.

He had decided that over lunch he would voice his concerns and see what Karen thought.

Nathan breezed in to the restaurant where Karen had instructed him to meet her. His dark brown hair, which hung loosely around his face giving him a young appearance, and piercing blue eyes caused Karen's breath to catch and a light floating sensation to occur. She knew she wasn't drunk, or high for that matter, because she had laid off all that, ever since she had found out about the baby, but just seeing him did more than an emotionally empty martini could ever do. She just didn't want to lose him and it scared her to have to tell him.

Karen glanced up and her eyes met Nathan's. He smiled and made his way over to her, kissing her gently on the lips. She responded to the kiss, deepened it. Parting, Karen felt something inside of her melting, and if she didn't speak soon, she might not ever get it out. "Sit down." She instructed.

"What is it?" Nathan inquired, hoping that nothing was wrong, praying that she wasn't breaking up with him. Karen Walker was the best thing that had happened to him in a long while, without her, well, he didn't want to think about that. However, that kiss they had just shared didn't make it seem like she wanted to leave him.

"Well, honey," Karen paused, trying to keep a light, happy air, but failing, not quite getting the smile she had wanted. "What do you think about children?"

"Oh," Nathan swallowed the water he had taken a sip of and gave Karen a thoughtful look. "I would love kids…someday." After a short pause, where Karen's eyes fell, he added, "Hopefully with you."

Karen glanced up, a look of surprise evident. "Really?"

"Yes, Karen I couldn't imagine life without you. I'm just not sure I'm ready for a commitment, you know marriage." Karen's face fell once again. He wasn't ready for commitment and a baby would need commitment. "But, I'm beginning to feel a bit differently." He added as if it might help things. "Why, Karen, are you breaking up with me?"

Karen's head shot up, and she shook her head, indicating 'no'. "No, that's not it at all. You're the best thing that's happened to me since Stan's death, and my divorce." She glanced down again. "It's just…that..."

"What, Karen?" He reached out, taking her hand, which had been mindlessly fingering the buttons on her shirt, and holding on to it, for support.

"I'm pregnant." She said, unable to look at him while she delivered this line.

Nathan seemed to pause for a moment, a look of shock, or something similar apparent on his face. "Oh." He didn't retract his hand, but he did seem to pull away. "Is it mine?"

"Of course it is." Karen articulated, as if to say oh-come-on. She was almost angered that he would doubt his hand in creating their child.

"Well," He seemed to come back from his thoughts, "We can do this." Karen frowned, not quite understanding what he was saying. "I'll help you through it." Karen gave him a questioning look. "Karen, you're not going to get rid of me. I'm here to stay rather you like it or not." He began to smile, and Karen, completely relieved, leaned forward, over the table, and kissed him, square on the lips.

"God, I love you." She whispered, pulling away, their hands still entwined together.

"How far along are you?" He asked, leaning forward, seemingly interested in this.

"About a month." Karen smiled. She was absolutely radiating, Nathan noticed. It must be the good sex and being pregnant at the same time that did that to a woman.

"Do you remember the night you conceived?" He asked, a spark of excitement entering his eyes.

"Do I ever. You were on your hands and knees, doing whatever I told you to do. But remember, we were so caught up in the moment, we forgot to use protection." Karen remembered.

Nathan smiled. "That was a good night."

"Yes, it was." Karen slyly ran her foot up and down Nathan's leg, kissing his hand which she still held in her hand.

"Are you hungry?" Nathan asked, his eyes connecting with hers.

"No." She responded.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Nathan inquired, glancing around.

"Yeah." She nodded and the two got up and practically ran out of the restaurant, eager for sex, for each other.

TBC…