I couldn't believe it! Addie was pregnant, and I could be the father. I'd never liked kids, thought they just sucked the life right of you, made your body turn to shit. Addie was gorgeous, and I couldn't imagine how it would be to be with her after she got fat. Just the thought of it made me feel light-headed. It was enough to make any man want to drink. I slapped a ten dollar bill onto the bar and looked at the bartender. He poured me another Scotch and stared at the tequila shot glasses I had already lined up on the bar.

"Is your girl friend giving you hell?" the heavily tattooed bartender asked.

"Sort of. Only it's not entirely her fault."

"What'd she do?"

"Well…It's not so much what she did."

"What happened?"

"My girlfriend is pregnant, and I don't know if I'm the father."

"Ooh. Sounds like you dodged a bullet."

"No. It's not like that at all. She was married, but he treated her awful. I was there for her through everything. It could be mine. Or it could be his."

"Don't know what to tell ya, pal."

"She wouldn't tell me. Is that I good sign or a bad one?"

"Dunno. With chicks, you never know."

"I guess. I don't really want a kid. I hate the damn things, but I kind of want it to be mine. I'd make a terrible father, but it would give her reason to finally file for divorce. Maybe I could learn… Hell, I don't know what I want."

"Sounds like you need to do some thinkin'"

"I do."

"What are you thinking about?" a gorgeous blonde took the seat next to me at the bar.

"I'm thinking I want to dance. What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how my boyfriend just dumped me. And about how he would never dance."

"Sounds like we'd make a good team."

I took her hand and led her toward the door, tossing a few extra bills to the bartender. She put her arm around my waist; her hand rested on my hip. After dancing at the club down the street, we headed toward a hotel. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was a mistake to talk to that girl from the first word she uttered in my presence. I didn't want to be with her. I wanted Addison, but my nerves and alcohol were saying yes. My brain couldn't figure out how to say no. What I didn't know then was that Addie's perky little intern, Katie, saw us go into the hotel.

A/N: So...that's what was going through Mark's head...Up next: I promise to reveal who the father is! I swear!