He found her, spilling her guts at four am in the women's restroom. It was the only time he'd ever seen her on her knees. His large hands covered the expanse of her back, and she'd never seemed so small to him. She pushed him away before he could speak, and he sat there, 3 flashbacks screaming through his mind like the thousands of roller coaster rides his children had forced him to ride. He hopes she wanted this, it, him, her.

Weeks go by and she's noticing things. Her constant hunger, her shoes, two sizes too small, her clothes aren't quite fitting. Slowly it's becoming real. Quickly, she's becoming terrified. Sitting at her desk, one hour until midnight, she jolts backwards, because she can't handle this and is finally realizing it. The icicle orbs of a beautiful man hop up from the page to meet her gaze. She looks like a wild animal, like a horse in front of fire, a rabbit running from a dog. He cocks his head, the ice of his eyes melting into a lake, his hardened expression softening. Like a marionette puppet, she snaps to action, her spindly fingers tightening their grip on the desk, eyes wide, nostrils flared, "I'm Pregnant".

And once again, she has left, leaving him sitting there, contemplating. "I know" he whispers, she doesn't hear. She's too long gone, has been for a while. He loves children, and god knows he loves her, but this is not his child, and he is left wondering whom, when, and why. Suddenly, he's just as terrified as she is.