"You look beautiful." Stan said as Karen opened the door. She was dressed in one of her black dresses and high heels, looking like the old Karen.

She blushed and looked at the floor. "Thanks, Stanley." She took his arm and they left for dinner.

They sat at their old table in Balthazar, with all the other patrons staring at them. Society gossip circles move fast, so nearly everyone in their circle of "friends" knew about Stan's affair, death, and how Karen had raised Cailyn by herself.

"Stanley, everyone is staring at us. Can't we just go?"

Stan sat regally in his chair. "No. Let them stare. I want them to see how beautiful you are, even with a fifteen month old at home."

"Stan?" Karen started as a waiter approached their table.

"Mr. and Mrs. Walker? What a surprise!"

"Hello David." Stan replied, as Karen looked down at the table.

"What can I get you? The usual?"

Stan nodded and David began to walk out, when Karen stopped him.

"Actually, I'll have a club soda with lime. Thanks."

David and Stan both gave her an odd look. "I don't drink anymore." Karen replied. David nodded and walked off to get their drinks. She noticed Stan was staring at her.

"What?"

"I didn't know you stopped drinking."

"I'm sure there are a lot of things you don't know about me, Stan. After Cailyn, I made a lot of changes, and I'm so happy."

"I'm glad, Karen."

She took a deep breath. "Listen Stanley, we need to talk. I want what's best for Cailyn, and I want her to have the best life possible."

"I want that for her, too. I've only just met her, but she's my child. Every parent wants what's best."

"I know. And that's what I want to talk to you about. When you were gone, I wished that you were a part of Cailyn's life. And now, here you are. I want you to have a relationship with her, Stanley, you're her father. But, I think that it may be confusing for a one year old to understand."

"What do you mean, Karen?"

"Stanley, she thinks that Will is her father and she always has. They have a special bond, and I don't want to damage that for either of them."

Stan nodded, his brow furrowed in thought. "I understand. But can I say something to you, first? I've been thinking a lot about us these last few weeks. And when I was gone, not a day went by that I didn't think about you. I've missed you, Karen. I want us to be together again. I want to raise Cailyn with you. I want to be Mr. and Mrs. Walker again. What do you say?"

Karen looked down at her hands and sighed. Stan always was a smooth talker, and she could tell that he meant every word of what he'd said. Thoughts were running through Karen's mind and she was having a hard time staying focused. She looked up at him through tear-filled eyes, knowing that this would be the hardest thing she'd ever have to do.

"I want that, too, Stanley." Stan smiled, but Karen continued on. "I've wanted that since the day you went away. I never wanted to leave your side. I could have forgiven you going into hiding without a problem. I mean, I would have made you make up for it for years, but I would have forgiven you. But, the affair, Stan. I can never forgive the affair. It seemed like I wasn't good enough for you, and what's to say that you're not going to feel that way again, someday?"

"Karen, I-"

"I'm not finished. I loved you Stanley. And I will always love you because you gave me Cailyn." She stared into his eyes. "But I'm sorry. I can't be with you again."

"What about Cailyn?"

"You can still see her. You're her father, and you have every right to see her, but you're not Dad."