Meredith walked down the stairs obviously annoyed by the interruption of her work.

"Alex, did you move your dresser?" She said looking over at him. He was sitting on the couch with his leg up.

"Yep," He answered as he took a bite of his ice cream. "What are you doing down here?"

"The babies are hungry." He nodded and returned his attention to the TV screen. "Want anything?"

"Nah, I'm fine."

"Okay, but it's your lose."

"Why?" He said looking at her again.

"I'm making a pickle and pepper sandwich." He made a face.

"You're kids have some weird appetites."

She giggled and crossed over into the kitchen. The door bell rang.

"I got it," She called to him.

"Whatever." He said back not lifting his eyes from the screen. She walked across the living room to the door and opened it.

"Mark? What are you doing here?" This caught Alex's attention.

"You said we needed to talk…"

"Oh, yeah. Um… you can come in. Alex?" She raised her eye brow.

"Oh, right… I'll go… move my bed."

"Thanks." She smiled reassuringly. He nodded and hurried up the stairs.

"Move the bed?" Mark laughed.

"His room is becoming the nursery."

"Oh," He said and followed her into the kitchen.

"Pickle and pepper sandwich." She offered.

"No, I'm fine."

"What is with you men and the inability to try one of my pregnancy cravings?"

He laughed. She smiled and sunk into the seat at the bar. There was a long silence.

"I don't know what to say…" She said with a sigh.

"Yeah, me neither."

"How did we get to this?"

"I made a stupid mistake."

"I would have to agree with you there."

"I'm so sorry, Meredith."

There was another long pause.

"I'm pregnant." She said simply looking at the ground and toying with her fingers.

"Yeah, I know," He said looking at the ground again. "You want to be happy with the father, right?"

"Yeah, I do." She looked up at him. He forced a smile.

"How far are you?" His voice quivered a little.

"Almost 20 weeks."

"20 weeks…" There was a long pause. Her eyes fell to the ground once his eyes started to grow wide. There was a long pause. "Mere, am I the father?"