Sadie hummed happily, her head resting in Lar's lap. He was idly playing with her hair, a comforting sensation, as they watched the movie. It was something old, Sadie wasn't really sure what, she was too busy dozing to catch the title.

"That British accent is totally unrealistic." Lars groaned. He suddenly lifted Sadie's torso off his lap, stretching his legs out on the table.

"You're strong." Sadie commented idly as he resettled her.

"You're little." He countered. He kicked their empty pizza box out of his way, crossing his ankles, and threaded his fingers through her hair again.

"Mmm." She hummed, nuzzling her cheek against his thighs as he rubbed the back of her neck with his thumb. "That feels really nice."

"No talking during the movie." He pretended to chastise her, but Sadie noticed he didn't stop the slow strokes against her nape, his knuckles dragging against the back of her head. He'd been noticeably more affectionate in the past few weeks, which Sadie assumed was because of her pregnancy. She chose not to dwell on it, it hurt too much to think the only reason he was coming around so much was the baby. Sadie knew that was illogical, she should be thrilled that he was being supportive about the whole thing, or at the very least relieved. But still….

"Lars? Do you love me?" It was an unfair question, she knew it even as she was saying it.

"I don't know." Lars sighed softly, dropping his hand from her neck. Sadie sat up, scooting away from him on the couch.

"Do you want to be with me?"

"Sadie….I really like you." He took one of her small hands in between his two wide palms. "But, you were right, that day you told me you were pregnant. We can't be together just because of that and I'm scared that it will be."

"Did you like me before you knew we were having a baby?" She pulled her hand away.

"Of course! That's kind of how we got in this situation." He rubbed the back of his neck, blushing.

"Right, and how do you feel about me with my clothes on?" Sadie sneered sarcastically.

"I like you! I like you, is that what you want to hear?" Lars jumped up off the couch, throwing his arms out wide.

"I don't know!" Sadie shouted back, pulling her knees to her chest. "I just….I'm scared!"

"Scared of what?"

"Of raising this baby alone."

"Sadie," Lars toned softened, his shoulders drooping. "You know I'll never leave you alone. Even if we aren't…together….I want to be around my kid."

"But there's a difference," She looked up at him fiercely. "between raising a baby together and raising a baby together." She emphasized each syllable carefully, making her double entendre clear. "Which do you want?"

"What am I supposed to say?" He fisted a hand in his hair.

"You're supposed to tell me what we are!" Sadie shouted, anger renewed. She stood and began pacing the room.

"I don't know what we are! Why am I the one that has to say it?"

"Because I love you, you complete ass!" She grabbed one of the coasters off the coffee table and launched it at his head. "All you have to do is say the word and I would be with you!" She shrieked.

"Sades." Lars dodged the coaster, putting up his hands defensively, trying to calm her. But she was done, the breaking point was behind them and she there was no stopping the rampage now.

"No, no! Don't "Sades" me! Don't even talk to me! Why are you even doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"This!" Sadie gestured at the room around them. "With the hanging out and the pizza and the cuddling! Why are you even here? Because you got me knocked up and you think you have to?" She was crying now, the tears dripping hot and fast down her cheeks.

"No!" Lars tried to defend himself.

"No? Then what? Gotta keep your fuck buddy happy until she's too pregnant to be worth it?"

"Fuck Sadie!" Lars shouted, he crossed the room in two wide steps, gripping her arms. "No! Is that really what you think of me? That I only hang around cuz the sex is good?"

"Then why are you here!" She tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

"Because I love you and I want to be with you!"

"Why the hell would I believe that? Five minutes ago you didn't know!" She tried to shove him away.

"Because I'm a damn idiot who's bad with feelings!" He released her, causing the blonde to stumble back against the wall. "Sadie, I really care about you and not just because of the baby."

She froze, this was it, everything she wanted and she had no idea how to react. The anger had melted out of her body, replaced by a new feeling she couldn't name.

"Sadie?" Lars asked. He reached out to wipe the tears off her face with the heel of his hand. She reached up and bracketed his face with her hands, pulling him down to her and into a hard kiss. He was stiff for a moment, probably in shock at this sudden turn, before putting a hand to the back of her head, deepening their kiss. Sadie moaned against his mouth, she'd missed this. It had been months since he'd kissed her like this and his hand was sliding down her back to cup her butt and….

"Lars." She gasped as he broke the kiss, moving to her neck. This was probably not the way they should end this conversation, she thought, gripping his shoulders. Make-up sex, it was so cliché it made her laugh internally. She thought about stopping him, they had things to talk about, apologize for. But still, the way he was holding her, leaving what she was sure was a line of bright red hickeys on her neck….they could talk in the morning.