A/N: It's been a minute since I've updated, huh? Life has been hectic. I've been working on a ton of other stories. Check out the myspace ( / heart2handgun) for the details. No spaces around the "/". It's a massive update on everything that has happened within the last few months. There are graphics for this story, all of my other ones, and my new one, Chasing the Dragon.

Accidentally Expecting

"You're shittin' me, right, Lacey?" Randy crossed his arms over his chest and started towards the kitchenette. Ripping the cabinet door open to retrieve a coffee cup, he glanced back at the 5'4" woman in the entrance way of his apartment.

"I'm glad you think this is a joke, Randy. I'm really glad you think that I would travel 1500 miles to come play a practical joke on you. I could have used a fucking phone for that." Shaking her head, Lacey tugged on her ponytail, a nervous habit she had since she was younger. That and biting her lip, which Randy could see her doing across the apartment. "What kind of person do you think I am, Randy?"

Pouring the warm liquid into the cup in his hand, he took a moment to lean back against the counter and relive the past few minutes in his head. She couldn't be pregnant. It was a one-time deal. And he used protection. "Sorry, I jumped to conclusions. But how could this happen?"

"Do I really need to explain where babies come from, Orton, or can you figure that out on your own like a big boy?"

A smirk danced on the older man's lips as he shook his head. "Then I know what we have to do." Lacey took a moment to look at the tiled flooring and then back up to Randy. She was slowly but surely letting her guard down around him. And if he thought of saying the 'a-word', she would be out of that apartment so fast it would make Randy's head spin.

"Enlighten me, Randy." Randy couldn't help but watch her go back to nipping at her lip. That reminded him of a few things from their night together. Just watching her mouth, with those full lips, almost made him want another taste of the March night in Chicago. But that's what landed them in this situation.

Placing his coffee cup on the island in front of him, he took a few steps to meet Lacey in the entrance of his home. "Get married."

Lacey took a step back and looked up to see if this time Randy was playing a joke on her. "Now you're shittin' me, right?"

"We got into this together, and as two responsible adults, this is the only way to solve -- this." To emphasize his point, he looks down at her stomach, covered by the her sweatshirt.

Taking a moment to re-evaluate everything said since her arrival, Lacey tried to figure out how they got where they were. She wanted to do the right thing and tell Randy he was going to have a baby. She didn't think he would actually care about it. She just thought it would be the right thing to do, and maybe get some money out of him. But now? He wants to marry her? What exactly did she miss? "Randy, I barely know you. You barely know me. We probably wouldn't even get along. So you think you can just spring this on me and expect me to be fine with it." Lacey stopped for a moment to map out in her head the next thing she said. "I'm sorry to burst your self-preservation bubble, and what you're trying to do is nice and all -- but no. No way. I'm not marrying you because of this child. Hell no."

"Then option number two--" Lacey raised an eyebrow while watching Randy retreat back to his steaming coffee cup. She motioned for him to go on as he took a sip, letting the cappuccino course down his throat. "One of us should relocate."

Taken back by the idea, Lacey figured he would probably have her pack up her life in Dallas and move the 1500 miles she traveled to give him the news. She couldn't do it. Growing up in the country, she figured she'd tried the city when she moved for college, but couldn't live the lifestyle the city had to offer. How could she do it with a child and a guy she could barely stand? "I'm not leaving Texas, Randy."

"Did I ever say you had to?" Lacey narrowed her eyes in his direction, as he shook his head. "I'm sorry. I'm willing to do it. I need to get out of the city. I can't get anything done up here. Maybe Dallas would be a good change for me. That way I can take care of you and this baby. You wouldn't need to work, I could provide for my family."

If she hadn't known any better, it was at that moment Randy transformed into David. It was always about their assets. It was always about how Dave thought her career would amount to nothing in the money column. "So let me get this straight, Randy. You want to get married so you don't look like a douche bag who knocked a woman you're not involved with up. You want to use this baby as a reason to get out of New York City. And you think that I could not support this child on my own. Pardon my French, but who in the fuck do you think you are?"

Randy couldn't help the smirk taking over his chiseled features. On top of his love of brunettes, he loved one that has a temper and stands up for what she believes in. "So a month sounds good? It'll give me time to, y'know, pack this place up, and find somewhere in Texas. And if you still want to write and work, that's up to you. I was raised to provide for my family."

"Whatever. A month. Not before." Straightening herself out, she turned to start towards the door, feeling his eyes on her. Grabbing a pen and piece of paper in her purse, she jotted down her phone number and address, and placed it on the table next to the front door. "And so you know, the baby is due right around Christmas." She offered a weak smile before opening the door and stepping into the hallway.

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