The Turner's bedroom door had been closed for almost two hours without anyone emerging with precious news for Will. Lucy and Nate were waiting downstairs, Nate lying half awake on the sofa, and Lucy leaned against the mantle near the crackling, dying fire.

Although Will wasn't near so relaxed as to 'try and stay awake', he was too busy 'trying not to go insane'. He was pacing up and down the upstairs hallway in front of the door the entire time the doctor had been in there. The old man had said "No Mr. Turner, please remain calm. When I have news you'll be the first to know. Please just be patient."

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The elderly doctor stood slowly and straightened his glasses on the front of his nose. He cleared his throat and put his notebook and pen back in his worn black bag.

"Well Mrs. Turner, just remember what I told you." He said as he unsteadily took the bag into his shaking hands. He started toward the door but turned back.

"Oh, and get more rest, your husband can –"

"Doctor" she interrupted "please don't say anything to my husband about this. I want to tell him myself."

He nodded and gave her a knowing smile. "Yes Ma'am." He tipped his hat and went out into the treaded hallway.

Will was leaning against the balcony's banister looking down into the foyer. When he heard the door handle turn behind him he snapped around to find the creaky man exiting the bedroom – Will rushed to his side. The Man looked at Will's anticipating face and laid a hand on his shoulder then shifted his weight and patted his back and showed a small grin. Then the doctor turned slowly –starting down the stairs.

"Sir?" Will called after him.

The man leaned on the stair rail and faced him. "She'll be alright son." Was all he said.

Will stood perplexed. He glanced at the closed door behind him, and imagined what news he might hear once he entered through that door. He was quickly brought back to attention of Lucy's distant voice telling the Doctor goodbye. So he hurriedly went down the stairs to see her helping the old man into his long black coat.

"Thank you dear." He mumbled as she placed it around him. As he stepped to out the door Will was still very confused on why the man was being so vague with him. This was his last chance to get some answers before going to see Elizabeth.

"Doctor… " He gave him a pleading look. "Please, anything?"

He stuck his grayed head back in the door and took a long look at Will. "Mr. Turner, go to your wife. She needs you." And with that he shut the door behind him and left.

Lucy looked back at Will with the same bewilderment. He put his hands in his pockets defeatedly. As he began to walk up the stairs nothing had really registered on what had happened. Will had had plenty of time to think things through as he was waiting for the Doctor but what was the point in him being so secretive?

Will brushed off the negative worries and looked up from the bottom of the stairs. He could see the bedroom door, Elizabeth and his bedroom door….'she needs you' he thought. Will took the steps two at a time now but as soon as he reached that door he paused before pushing the handle. He drew in a deep breath and wiped his hands on the side of his pants then opened the door slowly.

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As Elizabeth heard the door open she raised her hands and quickly dyed her damp cheeks and straightened the sheets around her. Will entered slowly with a cautious look.

"Liz? Is it alright to come in?" he asked quietly

She gave him a smile and held a hand out to draw him near.

"Of course its alright Will. You don't need any formality with me."

He smiled, recalling the past. "Yes Miss Swann."

He closed the door behind him and went to her and sat on the edge of the bed- holding her hand in his. She placed a hand atop his and looked at him under her eyelashes

"That's Mrs. Turner if you don't mind."

They laughed as he rubbed his thumb over her wrist. She could tell he was avoiding asking her any questions but she didn't want to bring it up either.

To an outsider the moment would have seemed awkward, but to Will and Elizabeth, stealing long glances and nudging each other's curiosity was just the way it was between them. After a moment he spoke.

"Elizabeth I'm sorry about tonight. It was poor judgment on my part. I should have known better."

"No" she said almost not letting him finish. "These things just happen…its just not the righttime is all."

"So…"he paused "The doctor didn't tell me anything. But it looks as if you're in good health." He gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her hand.

She didn't mean to but she gave a quiet, quick, nervous laugh "Yes, I'll be fine."

She didn't think before she spoke, and after she realized what she had said she looked away and mentally kicked herself for the emphasis in her voice.

Will paused again and a quizzical look appeared on his face with a slanted grin.

"Well of course you'll be fine…right? I mean, I wasn't hurt."

She still didn't look at him

"Liz?"

She closed her eyes as if wanting to make it all go away- to have more time.

"Elizabeth…talk to me"

"I cant." She said quietly. The tears were beginning to return.

"What's the matter?"

"Everything." She strained "I can't talk to you. I've been trying for the past two weeks but I can't find the right words to say. Nothing has the same meaning as what I feel."

Will didn't say anything for a second but when he finally spoke it was in a low, hushed voice.

"Elizabeth, this is scaring me…what is troubling you so much that you cant come to me?"

"I'm…I'm" but she stopped herself and squeezed her eyes shut as tears streamed down her face. " I can't tell you." She whispered.

"Liz just tell me. I'll go get the doctor again if I have to. What is it?"

He hesitated and scanned around the room as if looking for answers.

"You're worn?…you're sick?…you're…tired of me? What is it Elizabeth, please te-

"I'm pregnant." She blurted. Her arms were folded across her chest as if for protection and the tears were falling freely. Will's persistence had worn her down. She also couldn't stand to see him in an agony of worry and doubt.

Will's face froze. "You're pregnant?"

She just nodded.

He put his hands in his lap silently and looked dazed towards the door. "Wow…" he whispered to himself.

Elizabeth searched him for any sort of answer of his feelings. Will put his head down and ran his fingers through his hair and rested them on the back of his neck, then let out a sigh.

Liz leaned forward and placed a hand on his arm. She spoke softly as if walking on eggshells.

"Will I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to tell you his way."

He looked up. The tears were still falling from her eyes that refused to meet his.

"But I wasn't sure what to say. And – and I know you're confused right now – I am too but we –"

His lips collided with her and he could taste her sweetness on her lips from the crying. Will cupped her face in his hands then parted and looked at her smiling face.

"I'm not confused." He said in a whisper. "I've never been so sure."