Catherine is on the couch watching T.V. and holding a sleeping Finley. She smells a familiar smell and calls for Lindsey.

"Lindsey?"

Lindsey comes in from the kitchen.

"Yeah?"

"I need diapers."

"What do you need me for?"

"I don't know where they are," she admits.

"Haven't you changed her diaper?"

"Not yet," Catherine answers.

"What do you mean not yet?"

"Nick changed her."

"Every time?"

Catherine thinks back and then nod, "Yes."

"Come on I'll show you where they are."

Catherine carefully gets up off the couch trying not to disturb Finley. She follows Lindsey up the stairs. Lindsey stops at the guest bedroom and opens the door. Catherine follows her in and Lindsey points her to the diapers. Catherine doesn't say a word she just stares at the room full of baby things. Lindsey rolls her eyes and scoops Finley out of Catherine's arms. She grabs a diaper and wipes. She lays Finley on the changing table. She carefully unwraps her, and then carefully unsnaps the tiny pink sleeper. She manages to change the diaper without waking Finley up. She redresses and re-swaddles the baby and hands her back to Catherine.

"Earth to mom," Lindsey says.

"Sorry. I didn't know that..."

"I didn't do anything. He did all of this. I'm going to go throw this diaper away," she walks past Catherine.

4 A.M. the following morning. Catherine sits in her bed attempting to burp Finley when the phone rings. She answers it on the first thing.

"Willows," she answers automatically.

"Did I wake you up?" Nick answers.

"No," she answers, "I'm just burping Finley."

"Is she ok?"

"Yeah," Catherine reassures him.

"Are you doing ok?"

"Now that I know where the diapers are I am," she answers.

"Oh I'm sorry I totally forgot."

"Don't be sorry. You didn't have to do all of that."

"It wasn't a big deal."

"Nick..."

"Yeah?"

"Nothing," she changes her mind.

"I've got to go. I'll see you later," he promises.

"Bye," she hangs up.

Instead of going back to sleep right away Catherine sits in her bed with the lamp on and just stares at Finley. The tiny little girl sleeps peacefully as Catherine holds her. She's got dark hair, and big blue eyes. She's got a tiny nose, and perfectly symmetrical lips. Finley places her long fingers on her cheek as she sleeps. "Finley," Catherine whispers. Her eyes flutter open for a moment.

Catherine turns off the light and lays down. She lays Finley on her chest and rubs her tiny head. That's when it finally hit her. This was real. This little girl was real.

She begins thinking to herself. This isn't a dream. She's real. I'm too old for this. I'm too old to have a baby. A tiny, helpless little girl. She looks like a sad little doll. This is all my fault. I should have know that something wasn't right. I should have known that I was pregnant. How stupid could I be? What if she's not ok? What if something is wrong with her and they just don't know it yet? I did everything wrong. It's no wonder she was early, and so tiny. It will be a miracle if she end up ok. I did everything wrong. I drank, and worked... I worked a lot, and ate all the wrong things.

Can I really do this? What am I thinking? I don't have time to have a baby. She'll be with a babysitter all the time. She won't even know who I am. What do I tell everyone at work? 'Oh by the way I didn't know I was pregnant, because I thought I was menopausal. I was wrong.' What if something happens and she needs blood? What if I'm not her blood type? What if she needs bone marrow or a kidney? I don't even know what her father's name is. What kind of a person am I? I can't even tell her who her father is. What if she asks about him? Then what am I supposed to tell her. Please let this be a dream. Please let me wake up. I don't want to do this.

I should put her in the bassinet. I don't want to crush her. What if I fall asleep and don't

hear her? What if she stops breathing. When was the last time I was certified in CPR? How do you do CPR on a baby? What if she chokes? Catherine gets out of bed and returns Finley to the bassinet. She then climbs in bed an tries to fall back to sleep. She is eventually successful. In her sleep she dreams.

Catherine is sitting around a table with cake in front of her. On one end of the picnic table is a mountain of presents. On the other end Lindsey is snapping pictures. Catherine looks down at the table. She finds a cake with four unlit candles. She looks up. Across from her sits a petite dark headed little girl. The little girl wears a pink t-shirt that says 'Birthday Girl'. The little girl smiles at her. She reveals perfect teeth with her toothy grin. She stares at Catherine with big blue eyes. Her dark spiral curls stop somewhere between her chin and her shoulders. A portion of it is pulled back in a clip on top of her head. "Mommy," she says softly, "Did daddy get lost?" "Found it," a familiar voice answers. Nick appears with a lighter to light the candles. "Daddy hurry up," she begs.

And with a cry Catherine is pulled back into reality. She opens her eyes and flips on the light. She glances at the clock and then jumps out of bed. She scoops Finley up. "What's wrong? It's not time for you to eat again." The baby wails louder and louder. Catherine checks her diaper and tries to pat her back to sleep. She tries to feed her but she gets no where. The baby continues to wail. Catherine tries to give her a pacifier, but she spits it out. I hate crying babies, she thinks to herself. She looks at Finley.

"What do you want?" she questions, "Huh?" Catherine takes a seat on her bed. She faces the door with her feet touching the ground. She lays Finley on her lap. "Shh! You're ok," she says softly feeling rusty. "I'm sorry I don't know what you want," she apologizes. And just like that the little girl stops crying.

Nick stops by after work just like he had promised. He finds Catherine in the living room vacuuming. He manages to sneak up on her. She flips off the vacuum and spins around to find him standing right behind her.

"I didn't know you were standing behind me."

"I know. How was your day?"

"Fine. Yours?"

"Long," he answers.

"You look tired."

"So do you. Did she keep you up all night?"

"No. She wakes up to eat, and that's about it."

"Where is she?"

"Lindsey is holding her captive."

"I'm not surprised," he admits.

"Nick I really appreciate everything you've done for me."

"But?"

"But are you really sure that you want to get involved with me? I'm a mess."

"I don't care," he answers.

"You could do so much better."

"No I couldn't," he argues.

"I have a lot of baggage."

"I don't care."

"I've got a teenaged daughter, and a newborn."

"Are you trying to scare me off? Because it's not going to work. I've wanted this for a long time."

"Are you sure that you want me?" she questions.

He looks in her blue eyes. He brushes a stray hair out of her eyes. "Why do you think that I deserve better than you?"

"Because you do. You deserve someone who can give you everything you want."

"What makes you think that you can't do that?"

"Don't you want kids of your own?"

"Catherine all I want is you. All I've ever wanted is you. Everything else is a bonus."

"You're really willing to be a parent to a child that isn't yours? You have to understand where I'm coming from. Nick I am so tired of relationships that last a week. I need something more stable, I need a relationship that isn't based solely on sex."

"Ok."

"I don't think..."

"Ok," he repeats. "I've always had feelings for you. I just never thought that you had any for me. The other night when I came over... I could tell that I was wrong."

She opens her mouth to argue but he stops her. "I'm looking for long term. I'm looking for a commitment. And the second that I laid eyes on Finley all I could think about was wishing that she was mine."