"Pregnant? How?"

Gil was shocked. He had felt the color drain from his face upon hearing the news.

Heather scoffed at the questions. "You were there too."

Now he was taken back by the sudden retort. That wasn't the Heather he knew.

"I-I know. But I thought that," He lowered his voice as if the room where full of people and paused to look around the room. "That we were using protection."

Heather sat down on the top stair. She suddenly felt as if the room where spinning. She rested her head on her knees and closed her eyes to prevent herself from getting sick.

"We were. But I guess it didn't work."

Gil scratched his neck absent mindedly. Thoughts rushed through his mind. The biggest being that was going to be a father at the age of fifty-seven.

It wasn't a good feeling, knowing that when he was seventy-seven, their child would be twenty. 'This can't be happening,' He thought.

"Heather, are you sure?"

A slow sigh could be heard. She didn't want to get angry, but it was rapidly happening. Heather mentally counted to ten to calm herself down before answering.

"Yes. The morning sickness, the sleeplessness, everything like that that's been going on shows it. And now the pregnancy test confirms it. It was the same way when I was pregnant with Zoe," She replied. Silence followed the mention of her deceased daughter's name, but only for a moment.

"Well, what now?" Gil looked at the floor, his brows furrowed in thought.

Heather shrugged.

She didn't care what he did. She was going to bed.

"My shift starts in a little while. I guess I'll go in early and I'll call you tomorrow," Gil looked up at the brunette briefly, then turned away and walked out the front door.

Heather sighed with relief as she door clicked shut.

As much as she loved Gil, and it was an extremely profound love, she was glad he was leaving. Being alone for a while seemed like the perfect way to spend the rest of her night.

She stood up and sauntered off to her room, walking slowly and taking light steps. She didn't even bother to change into her pajamas, for she knew it would be yet another sleepless night.

Heather crawled into her bed, the blankets left unturned. The windows to her spacious room were open, a small breeze making her curtains drift slightly. Resting against the headboard, she contemplated the pregnancy.

Truthfully, upon reading from the test that she was pregnant, she had become happy. She had wanted another child for nearly nineteen years. But throughout those years, the few men in her life hadn't been men she wanted to have a child with. Now, she was pregnant and the father of the child was the only man she had ever truly loved, and she wasn't sure he even wanted to be a father. It was a very confusing situation.

But she wanted the baby, and she supposed that was all that really mattered. If Gil wanted to be a father, then they would discuss that later. But if he didn't, and that wasn't something Heather wanted to think about, then she decided she would be able to raise a baby by herself. Hell, she had already done it once. Surely she could do it again.

With a sigh, Heather laid down on her pillow. She decided that she would talk to Gil and see. If he didn't want to be a part of her or this baby's life anymore, and she seriously doubted that he wouldn't want to be excluded, then she would be okay with that. She hoped he would want to be involved, but would understand if he didn't.

She closed her eyes, a sudden feeling of exhaustion settling over her. Before drifting off into a deep slumber, she gently rested her hand on her stomach.

"Good night, Baby."