Four Months Later: December 31, 1989
"Elliot this is so much fun." Olivia said, her fingers entwined through his. "I've never been to Times Square for New Year's before."
"Really?" he said, pulling her towards a bar off of the square. "Kathy and I used to come every year during high school." he held the door open for her.
"Thanks." she said, walking in behind him. "So what are we doing here?"
"Well, I always wait until right before the countdown to go outside, since it's so freaking cold. This bar always has a good celebration going on." It was eleven o'clock, only forty-five minutes to spare before going out into the crowd. They watched Dick Clark on the television, a timeless tradition for the American people. Olivia ordered a martini while Elliot simply got a beer. They sat and talked about their plans for the wedding: they had already created a guest list, found a caterer and a DJ, and set a date (August 14, 1990). Very few things were finalized, but at least the plans were underway. Nearly forty-five minutes later Elliot threw a twenty on the bar and stood to leave.
"Hi, could I have a sprite and a beer please?" Elliot heard a familiar voice down the bar. He turned to look: sure enough, it was Kathy.
"Everything all right?" Olivia asked when Elliot stopped suddenly.
"Kathy's here." he said with no emotion.
"You want to go say hi?" Olivia asked as Elliot nodded. "Kathy!" she shouted when Elliot appeared to make no move to go to her. Kathy turned and looked in their direction; Olivia grabbed Elliot's arm and pulled him towards Kathy.
"Elliot." Kathy said, shocked as she turned to walk away. A little rude, Olivia thought as she continued to follow her.
"Hi Kathy." Elliot said as they approached the table. He was looking around, anywhere but at Kathy.
"Hey Elliot." she said, nervously. Olivia elbowed Elliot.
"This is my fiancée---" Elliot said, looking at Kathy for the first time. "Oh my god." Kathy turned bright red.
"Elliot, don't this is not the time." she said, standing and revealing her rather round stomach.
"You didn't lose the baby!" he said, his eyes growing wider by the second. "You're still pregnant--- with my child." he rubbed his temples with his fingers. "I can't believe you lied to me."
"Elliot I couldn't help it; I didn't want to be with you, but I knew that you would let me go if I was pregnant. I'm so sorry."
"Listen, I've got things to do." he said, distractedly as he took Olivia's hand. "We'll be going now." he said, not looking at her anymore and running out of the bar. The patrons were counting down as Elliot haled a cab for himself and Olivia. When 1990 hit Olivia and Elliot were sitting silently in the back of a cab. Neither wanting to mention what just happened, but also wanting to know what was going to happen now.
"Elliot." Olivia said, placing a hand on his arm as he quickly pulled away.
"I don't want to talk about it." he said, staring out the window.
"Elliot, you want to be involved in that child's life. I know you do." Olivia said, closing her eyes and trying to figure out what in the hell was going to happen.
"Olivia I want to be with you." he said, quietly. Although she was right, he did want to be in that baby's life, and he didn't want it growing up in a single-parent home.
"Elliot, you don't have to choose just one. This problem holds an easy solution." Olivia said, simply as the cab pulled up to her dorm. "Listen, we'll talk about this later." she said, without saying goodbye or kissing Elliot. The cab drove off towards Rutgers and Elliot felt a tear slip from his eye; what was he willing to lose?