Sara sat in the waiting room of the clinic flipping through a number of pregnancy and parenting pamphlets. She brushed her hair out of her face, back behind her ear and glanced at her watch, she hoped Mary would be back out soon. And with good news, otherwise they were going have some problems.

This morning when she had woken up and gotten ready, so she could go meet Mary to take her to her appointment, she had been doubled teamed by the twins. They had demanded that she and Mary meet them for brunch at the Lakeview diner. She had tried her best to get out of it, but Connor had told her that she didn't have a choice in the matter.

Sara had conceded, mostly just so she could get away from the two of them. And she would go. But she wasn't so sure about Mary, especially depending on what she learned from the doctor.

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"Thank you Doctor Shields." Mary closed the door and made her way down the narrow stark white hallway to the waiting room. She rested one hand on her abdomen. Pregnant, it was very much a reality now. All things considered she felt relatively calm about the whole thing. Her freak out had occurred yesterday. But then again maybe numb was a better word to describe how she was feeling.

She paused in the doorway and looked over at Sara who was sitting and staring blankly at the wall, lost in thought. Best friends, dating brothers. One of who was going to be a father in seven months.

"Murphy, what are we going to do? What are you going to do when you find out?" Mary made her way over to Sara who stood up when she saw her approaching.

"Well?"

"I'm pregnant." Mary expected Sara to say something but only got silence. "You're not saying anything."

"That's because I don't know whether to tell you congratulations or I'm sorry."

Mary allowed herself a small smile. "Thanks either way." As they made their way out of the clinic and over to the car Mary could tell that Sara was itching to ask her something. "Sara if you want to ask me something, just ask."

"Are you thinking of getting rid of it?"

Mary stopped. "What?"

"The baby," Sara looked down at her feet not wanting to make eye contact. "Have you thought of just not having it?"

"Are you saying that I should get rid of it?"

"No!" Sara looked up, appalled that Mary would suggest such a thing. "I was just wondering is all. Because if you were I was going to talk you out of it."

Mary pulled open the passenger side door and looked at Sara across the roof of the car. "So I take it your against abortion?"

Sara slid into the driver's seat and put the key in the ignition. "Well, yeah. I could have just as easily have been aborted myself. My life may have been pretty miserable, but it got me where I am now."

"But what if Murphy doesn't want the baby?"

"Murphy may be an ass at times, but I don't see him capable of something like that."

"What if he doesn't want me?"

Sara frowned. "Then I will kick his sorry Irish ass until he comes to his sense. Which reminds me, when do you plan on telling him?"

Mary leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "The next time I see him. If I wait to long I'll loose what little nerve I have."

"Good, because I promised him and Connor that we would meet them for brunch."

"What!"

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Connor and Murphy sat in a booth in the far corner of the dinner, sitting with their backs to the wall so that they could see through the restaurant and out the windows to the street. They both wore their sunglasses and were smoking cigarettes, Connor already on his second. He took a deep drag, nervously tapping the end into the ashtray in the center of the table and ran his hand over his face and back through his hair.

Murphy gave his twin a look of sympathy. He felt for his brother, he really did. If Sara was pregnant then life had just gotten a whole lot more complicated for all of them. He knew that Connor would not abandon Sara with his child, and he suspected that Connor was considering the possibility of marriage. He and his brother were saints, though by means perfect. Their own sins were numerous, but both were honorable, Connor almost to a fault at times. Murphy figured this would be one of those times.

Murphy saw the car pull up and park across the street from the diner. He nudged Connor in the ribs with his elbow. They both watched as the car doors opened and Sara and Mary got out. They stood by the car and appeared to be arguing. Mary threw her hands into the air and pointed to the diner, while Sara shook her head and placed her hands on her hips. Mary got back in the car and shut the door, while Sara slammed hers shut so hard the car rocked before making her way to the diner alone.

Connor shared a look with Murphy began to nervously tap his fingers on the table.

"Calm down."

"Murphy how can I be fucking calm? Yer girlfriend isn't fucking pregnant."

"At least Sara isn't avoiding ya like ya got the fucking plague. I still can't get Mary to talk to me. She isn't even coming in the diner."

The bell over the door rang as the Sara entered. She made her way over to the table and held out her hand, keys dangling from her finger right in front of Murphy.

"I can't get her to come in. Here the keys. You want to talk to her, you better hijack the car fast before she can get out."

Murphy looked at her confused. "What?"

Sara groaned. "Go kidnap your girlfriend."

"Oh. Right." Murphy grabbed the keys from her and slid out of the booth. He gave Connor a quick pat on the back and an apologetic look for leaving and not being able to offer support. But there was no way in hell he was letting Mary off so easy. "See ya."

Sara, rather than taking the spot Murphy had left empty next to Connor, instead sat across from him. "Glad that's going to be taken care of." She picked up the menu. "Mary was starting to stress me out. So have you already ordered or no? Cause I'm really not that hungry, so I was thinking maybe we could just share a plate." She lowered the menu and looked at Connor. "What do you think?"

Connor took a deep breath. "I think," He said slowly, "that Mary and Murph aren't the only ones who need to talk."

"Um, okay…" Sara leaned back and crossed her arms. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I know about the baby."

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