Okay, I had planned on this just being a short story, but then after your awesome reviews about continuing it, I decided to keep going with it. I haven't really got any ideas as to what's going to happen(okay, fine, I have absolutely no clue) but I figured I'd just see how it turns out. So here you go, chapter 2.

Love,

Kate

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She paced back and forth, back and forth next to her apartment door, turning the choices over and over in her head. Tell Jack. Don't tell Jack. Tell him, knowing that he might leave you, or don't, and feel terrible every time he mentions his name. Take the risk and tell, or let it haunt you.

Kate was considering the second option when she pictured his face as she told him, the smile drooping, his head hanging down. No she couldn't do that.

But did she even have a choice?

Just as Kate became convinced she was about to dig a hole right through the hall carpet with her repetitive steps, she realized she couldn't take it anymore. She flung the door open.

As she tossed her coat over a hook by the door, she heard a tired voice greet her from the chair in the corner.

"Hey."

A light flickered on, and there Jack was, collapsed in his old leather chair. "Good thing you're home. I was getting worried."

Kate opened her mouth to answer when a loud wail sounded from down the hall. Her heart pounded and she raced after it. She reached the door in seconds and gently pushed it open, tiptoeing over to the tiny crib where the baby lay crying.

"Shhhhh," she whispered, leaning over to scoop him up in her arms. His tiny hand clung to her finger. "Shhhhh, Tom, it's okay."

Jack watched from the doorway as she rocked him back to sleep in the rocking chair, listening to her gentle whispers. In a few minutes, the baby, Tom, had fallen asleep, just as always. Kate quietly rose to her feet, laid him back down in the crib, and tiptoed back out, closing the door with as little noise as possible behind her.

She pressed her ear to the door, her hand gripping the doorknob, ready to rush back in if she heard the slightest noise.

'Kate," Jack took her hand, a smile on his face, "I'm sure he's fine."

Kate nodded, trying to hide how worried she still was. "I just woke him up, I needed to make sure he was really asleep, you know."

Jack laughed as he turned back down the hall.

"What?" Kate snapped, glaring at him.

"I've still never seen anyone run that fast," Jack grinned, falling back into the leather chair again.

Kate darkened her gaze on him. "I just get worried sometimes, okay?" But she could fell a smile tugging at her mouth as he laughed at her.

Suddenly the laughter faded. Kate could see his face turn serious.

"You wanna talk about what happened? Anything you want to tell me?"

Kate's heart stopped as the memory played again in her head. The way he looked at her, pulled her close, closer, closer-

"No." Kate was startled by the sound of her own voice. She took a deep breath. "There's nothing."

She could tell he didn't believe her. She scrambled to find something to say.

"We just- talked. That was it."

Jack gave her one more look. She knew what it meant. He knew there was more, more she wasn't telling. She looked right back at him, hoping with beyond hope that he couldn't hear her heart pounding.

He just stood and walk over to her, and kissed her whispering,

"I'm going to bed, you should too. You look tired, staying up with the baby all night."

She forced a smile, kissed him back and watched him walk away, desperately wondering how long she could keep her secret.