"It's not like that," John said as he quickly began to defend himself.

"No, exactly how is it then John? Why haven't you told your mother about me yet?" Evangeline asked again, as she folded her arms across her chest.

"I think I should leave," Nora spoke out as she gathered her bags and headed for the door. "Call me if you need me ok," She threw back to Evangeline who only nodded her head as she continued to glare at the man in front of her. Nora hastily left, closing the door behind her.

"It's really not what you think, there's just never been a right time. I've been busy with the Killing club murders and it just…"

"God please don't say it just slipped your mind," Evangeline interrupted him. "We've been together for a year John and I've never once come up in any of the conversations you've had with your mother?"

"It's not like we have many conversations," John said his defensiveness growing.

"But you have talked with her since we've been together, I know you have I've been in your office a couple of times when she's called you, and you spoke so softly I couldn't make anything you were saying, and I took that to mean you two were having a very private, personal conversation, but now I'm thinking it was all so she wouldn't know I was in the room."

"It wasn't like that at all. Why is this stuff so important to you, why do you always have to have words," John asked, his voice slightly raised. "Don't I show you every day how I feel about you, what I think of you? What does it matter what Eve knows or thinks about you or anyone else for that matter, so long as you know how I feel."

"You're joking, right? You're using yourself as validation for me knowing how you feel about me, you the man who never expresses himself? And you show me how exactly because an incredible sex life does not equate to love, John. And if you're asking if it matters to me that your mother knows I exist, you damn right it does."

"Wait, you think we're all about sex, that that's all I want from you. Where the hell did that come from?" John demanded as he placed his hands on his hips and stared her down.

"You said it yourself, you 'show me how you feel about me' and since we spend the majority of our time together in bed what else am I supposed to think."

"You have got to be kidding me, is this more of the wacky hormones coming out right now?"

"Excuse me, so now this is me being wacky? You're the jackass who can't tell his mommy that he has a girlfriend, and he's just knocked her up, and that's my fault? You're ashamed of me, it's all good when we're behind closed doors but out in the real world we have to be professional, is that it."

"I can't believe you're reacting this way."

"I can't believe you don't see how big a deal this is John. You haven't told your mother about me, your mother. I told my mother about you a couple of months into our relationship."

"Yeah and your mother hates me."

"And I wonder why."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you're a sorry bastard, that's what, and I think you should leave now," Evangeline said as she moved to the door, and swung it open.

"I don't think we're finished here," John said not moving from his spot.

"Oh I'm finished, so leave," Evangeline said as she held the door open, but John stood defiantly. "Get the hell out of my house John!" Evangeline said in a tone John had never heard from her not even in one of their heated discussions about Natalie. John moved to the door and Evangeline moved away from it, turning her back to him as she waited for him to leave, when she heard the door slam shut she turned back to it, only to find John still standing there.

"We're not done yet and I'm not gonna leave things like this between us," John said as he stood his ground. "I'm not ashamed of you, or of us. That's not why I haven't told my mother about you, if it'll make you feel better I'll call her right now and tell her."

"Oh don't go doing me any favors John," Evangeline hissed through gritted teeth.

"Damn it why do you have to twist everything I say, why can't I ever say the right things where you're concerned. Why does everything have to be so difficult with you? I'm trying to make peace here and I know I fucking it up royally, but I swear I am trying here."

"I don't think this is going to work," Evangeline said suddenly as her demeanor changed to a defeated stance as her shoulders slumped a bit and she bowed her head. "I think God is trying to tell us something," She said in a lowered voice as she slowly trekked to the couch and flopped down. "I can't do this anymore, especially not now."

"Do what?" John asked as he moved closer to her.

"This dance we do, break up and then make up, break up to make up. Getting worked up as we do over every little thing. I can't do it anymore. It's exhausting."

"You don't think I get tired of it too?" John said again growing defensive.

"See that's what I'm talking about, that right there, you're going on the defensive and I'm not even trying to provoke you, I'm just sitting here telling you how I feel. It's like we set each other off and it's stressful. And I can't be stressed now John, not while I'm pregnant."

"I don't mean to stress you out, that's the last thing I ever want to do, pregnant or not."

"I know and I feel the same but it seems that's all we do, stress each other out."

"So what do you suggest we do about it, go see a marriage counselor?" John said jokingly, hoping to lighten the mood, but could tell by Evangeline's lack of a smile, that he was failing at his attempt.

"No, more like we should get a 'divorce'," Evangeline threw back at him and caused a huge lump to form in his throat.