I watched him from the door. He was eating chips in the bed with his math book open and all his homework spread out but only on his side. My side was empty and I knew that he wanted to leave plenty of room for me to lie down. I raised an eyebrow and put my hands on my hips, "You're going to get crumbs in the bed." I said dryly.

He looked up at me and grinned, "So?" he said as though he didn't know that I hated crumbs in the bed.

"You're not the only one that sleeps in it you know!" I stated with a small stomp of my foot that caused his face to twitch with the effort to not roll with laughter.

"Yes, but I do sleep here there for I get a vote and I vote that I eat chips while trying to study."

I plopped down on the bed causing the chips to bounce and almost spill out of their bowl, "You study? The world must be coming to an end." It was an old joke that had become even more ironic as he had gotten more and more serious about his degree.

"Hey! Now who's about to get crumbs in the bed!?" He asked ignoring my comet for the banter about the chips.

"So are you going to tell me what is on your mind or what?" I asked.

He shifted nervously, "What makes you think something is wrong?" he asked and when I gave him a look he sighed, "Okay, you know how I've been studying Pre-law just in case the NBA went stupid and didn't recruit me?" I nodded as he gathered up his books and stacked them in a neat pile on the floor beside the bed. It was a sure sign that he was deep in thought. He liked open space when he was considering something. "Well I've been accepted to a law school but last week an NBA scout came and talked to me."

I shrieked, "That's great Chad!!"

"Yeah," he said and grinned another crooked smile that melted my heart. "Anyway, I've been thinking that maybe I should just go on to law school and forget about the NBA."

"What!?" I sat up and wrapped my hands around his arm, "You've wanted to be in the NBA since Middle School. What's going on?"

"Well NBA stars travel everywhere and they're away from home all the time. That's not good for a family something I do want someday." He smiled at me in that way that was usually reserved for moments when I "wasn't looking".

My breath caught in my throat and I smirked, "But I was planning on following you to all your games and seeing all the cool sights. Staying in plush hotels and…"

"Are you crazy!" he said laughing, "No way, I'd have to constantly keep a sex starved team from jumping you." he jumped out of bed and curved his arm as though he had it around an invisible waist. He flailed his other hand out pretending to keep a crowd away from his arm, "Forget this!" he said and bent to the ground and picked up an invisible stick and began to beat the crowd, "Face my brick stick!!!"

I laughed and grabbed the camera. When I snapped the picture he turned to me and dropped the act, "You did not just snap a picture."

"So what if I did?" I taunted.

"Grrr…" He shouted playfully as he dived back onto the bed. The bowl of chips went flying and spilled everywhere.

"Look what you did now!" I said trying to roll off the bed as his arm snaked out and pulled me so that I was under him. I crushed several chips in the process and I tried to look annoyed. I knew it was failing due to the fact that I couldn't stop giggling.

I stopped giggling as he pushed my robe off my shoulders and leaned down kissing my bare skin. I moaned softly and trailed my fingers down his back as he settled between my legs. Suddenly the phone rang and all the wrong reasons filled the room. He jumped up and snatched up the phone going into the hall to answer it. I stood and straightened myself up and began to pick up the mess we had made. After a few moments he came back in, "Taylor's here. I've got to go meet her."

"Okay." I said and when I thought I could pull it off I looked up at him and smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He came over and gently grabbed my arm, "I'll be home tonight." He said.

I refused to look at him or try to decipher that statement and after a few minuets I heard the front door close. I threw the bowl of chips back on the bed not caring that it ruined the work I had done while he was here. I went into the bathroom and pulled out my makeup case. Opening it up I pulled out the pregnancy test. The two pink lines glared back at me and I felt my eyes fill with tears. I knew what I had to do, it was best for me and the baby I was carrying.

I stared at the picture in the scrapbook. That was the night I decided to leave. The book was something I kept with the intent to show it to Tyler when he was old enough. "So…long time no see." I turned around sure I was hallucinating but there he was standing in my doorway.

"Troy wasn't fooled." I said dryly.

"Maybe if he wasn't a tiny replica of me…"

"Are you mad?" I asked in a small voice.

His jaw tightened, "Beyond furious but…yelling accomplishes nothing. I want my son, my son, to have a good impression of me."

"I had my reasons." I stated but it lacked the confidence I had intended for it to come out with.

"And now is your chance to tell me them." He stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. He leaned against it and I couldn't help but think he looked so good. His hair was still curly and framed his face; he was wearing jeans and white tee shirt with cut off sleeves. We always argued that he had no fashion sense but I had always thought that his cloths made him look drop dead sexy.

I took a deep breath and slowly closed my eyes. I couldn't keep a tear from slipping down my face. It was like there was this canyon between us and it was my own doing. Suddenly my reasons seemed childish and a reflection of my own fears rather than something he would've actually done.

Okay so I know that this chapter was mostly a flash back but I wanted people to see what their relationship was like before. I was going for the perfect couple without admitting they're a couple. What do you think? How do you think the TALK is going to go? Should they yell anyway or should they talk it out? What do you guys think would be truest to the characters?