"I feel so naïve." Barb complained, sipping her tea. "I mean, it didn't even occur to me that they were having sex."

"Well, they're not exactly dating." Vidalia reasoned, shuffling a deck of card.

"You can't beat yourself up about it." Greg agreed. "If she didn't tell you then how you could know?"

"I don't know! She's my daughter, I should've figured it out. We were always so close!" Barb shook her head.

"What would knowing have done?" Greg countered.

"Maybe I could've…cautioned them." Barb shrugged. "She said they were always careful but…they must've slipped."

"How do you figure?" Vidalia asked, dealing out a game of five card draw.

"The doctor put her on the pill years ago, for pain you know? Maybe they thought that was enough? Maybe she was lazy with them, I don't know!" Barb scooped up her hand, eyeing the cards. "But if I'd known, I could've sat her down. Talked to her about it, made sure she knew the risks."

"What you didn't give her the talk?" Vidalia cackled.

"I did but, I don't know, clearly I didn't do a good job of it." Barb shook her head, discarding two of the playing cards in her hand.

"Barb, Sadie is a smart girl, a good, smart, trustworthy girl." Greg told her. "If she says they were safe, then they probably were. Sometimes it just happens."

"You and I both know that." Vidalia remarked, giving Barb a knowing look. Barb chuckled in agreement.

"I never wanted her to go through this." Barb sighed. "I feel like I failed her!"

"Because your nineteen-year old had sex?" Vidalia chuckled.

"Because my nineteen-year old is currently carrying the baby of a high schooler." Barb's tone was icy.

"How'd the kid take it?" Greg questioned, examining his hand. "Must've been a hell of a shock."

"Yeah, Sadie said he took it a little rough." Barb shook her head. "She got pissed because he asked if it was really his." She chuckled a little.

"Is it?" Vidalia questioned.

"So she says, I believe her." Barb nodded. "She really loves the little twerp."

"Does he love her back?" Greg asked curiously.

"I don't know." Barb admitted.

"Well that is potentially problematic." Vidalia said casually.

"Uh, yeah, I'd call that a pretty big problem." Barb rolled her eyes. "You both know how hard it is, raising a baby on your own. I don't want her to go through all of that."

"Don't worry about it right now." Greg shook his head. "Talk her to the doctor, get her checked out and let Lars have a little time."

"Yeah, you're right. Hell, she never even told me how many weeks she is!" Barb realized.

"She might not know." Greg pointed out. "She could be pretty far gone and not have a clue. Better get her to a doctor quick."

"Yeah, I'd hate to see her lose her options because she waited too long." Vidalia commented.

"Options?" Barb cocked an eyebrow.

"Options." Vidalia said again. "Ya know abortion is only legal until…."

"Hey!" Barb cut in angrily. "Let's not use that kind of language, huh?"

"I wasn't suggesting she get one!" Vidalia defended herself. "But, what if she wants one?"

"God, I don't want to think about that." Barb threw her cards to the side.

Sadie and Lars stood awkwardly behind the counter of the Big Donut, too afraid to meet the other's eyes.

"I,uh, I'm sorry I didn't call you this morning." Lars rubbed the back of his neck. "I just figured since I'd see you here anyway…."

"It's okay." Sadie replied softly.

"Oh." Lars dropped his hand to his side.

"Did you, have the time you wanted?" She questioned.

"I….don't know." Lars shook his head.

"If you don't want to stay, I won't stop you from leaving." Sadie told him. "I mean, if you don't want to raise the baby."

"No, no!" Lars said loudly, causing her to jump. "I don't want to leave." He grew quieter.

"Oh." Sadie replied.

"So…does that mean you're keeping it?" Lars asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh….How um, how long…?" Lars stumbled over the words.

"I don't know." Sadie shook her head. "I have an appointment Thursday, they'll be able to tell me."

"Oh, could I….I mean, let me know how that goes." Lars tugged on his hair.

"I will." Sadie promised.

"If I ask to come over later, will your mom castrate me?" Lars eyed her nervously.

"It's a possibility."