I wanted to believe Lulu when she told me that everything was going to be okay, but I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was about to take away our happiness any minute. The next few days were uneventful, but I remained uneasy. In fact, I was dwelling on that very sentiment when Lulu came bounding into the study one afternoon later that week. Together, we were blissfully happy about our relationship and the future that lay with our child.

"Hey, babe," I greeted her as she leaned down to kiss me.

"I just wanted to come down and tell you that I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow," she reminded me. She had done this twice in the last 24 hours already.

"I didn't forget, Lu," I told her as I folded the business section of the newspaper in half and dropped it on grandfather's desk. "I have a meeting with Grandfather to talk about my future at ELQ in the morning, and then I will meet you here to take you over to the hospital."

"I just don't want you to forget. This is really important. It's our first appointment together."

"I know how important it is, and I just want you to know that it matters to me too. And I'm happy that you want me to be there with you because I don't think I could stand it if you were trying to push me away."

Well, change happens, Lulu. You know that.

"I couldn't go through this without you," she whispered adoringly as I pulled her into my lap. She rested her chin on my shoulder as I took in the sweet scent of her skin. "So, what are you doing down here?"

"Just looking over the business section, trying to get up on current events."

"Are you sure you want to do this whole ELQ thing? I mean, you don't have to let go of who you were to become who you will be. The baby and the film thing can coexist in your life."

"They could, but I don't want them too. I want to have a good life for our child and for us. I need to embrace my fate and learn how to do this the right way," I explained. "No matter how hard I try to deny it, I'm still a Quartermaine. ELQ is my future, and I want to make it a bright one for my family."

"As long as you are sure that that is what you want, and not what you feel like you should do. I just want you to be happy, Dillon. I don't want you to look back and hold this against me."

"I could never do that," I promised her. "I will always love movies, but I love what I am going to have more. This isn't just the right thing for our family, Lu, it's also the right thing for me."

She nodded understandingly and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm going to go over to PCU to turn in my paper. Do you want me to bring home dinner from Kelly's?"

I glanced down at my watch. "I'll tell you what. I'll go over with you to turn in your paper and then we can go to Kelly's together. I haven't spent any time with you all day."

Within the hour, we were on our way to Port Charles' favorite café for a late lunch or early dinner, depending on how you wanted to look at it. Lulu was hungry every few hours these days, often resulting in me persuading Cook to make a meal in between times or running out to pick up something myself. Alice, my domestic savior, had started stocking up on some of Lu's favorites in case I wasn't home or Cook was being impossible. Between the three of us, we made sure that she never went hungry.

As we headed up the sidewalk, I spotted Georgie waiting on a man at one of the outside tables. Lulu's grip tightened in mine, our fingers woven together into an intricate knot. "It's okay," I whispered, squeezing her hand with reassurance. Georgie just shot us a dirty look as we headed inside.

"Hey, Mike," Lulu bubbled as we came inside.

The older man's face lit up at the sight of us. "I hear congratulations are in order!"

"Thank you," I said with a smile. "Can we get two bowls of chili and some crackers?"

"What do you want to drink?"

"Black coffee for me," I replied.

"Chamomile tea, please," Lulu answered.

"You kids have a seat at the corner table over there, and I'll take care of you," he said with a wink. I thanked him again before leading Lulu to her seat.

"You did well," I told her as soon as we were alone again.

"I have you, and that's what matters. I don't need to play into the drama."

"Remember that," I implored. "Stress isn't good for the baby or you."

We're just dealing with consequences now, that's all.

"I'm scared about tomorrow," she revealed suddenly. "What if something is wrong?"

"Nothing will be wrong," I reassured her. "I'm sure that you would have a gut feeling if something was wrong, Lu."

"What if I am missing that maternal instinct? I might be a bad mother, Dillon."

"You are going to be an amazing mother," I remarked as I moved my chair next to hers. "Lulu, you are one of the most caring and passionate people I have ever known. You fight for what matters to you, and you are fiercely loyal to the people that you love. Our child is so incredibly blessed to have you as his or her mother."

"How do you do that?"

"Do what?" I asked innocently.

"Make me believe in myself." The vulnerability in her voice was palpable, and she seemed so innocent to me in that moment. Taking her face into my hands, I kissed her so deeply that I lost all sense of time and space. A loud thud brought us both crashing back to reality.

"Here is your coffee," Georgie spat as she slammed the mug down, causing some of the steaming brew to splash on the table. "And your wife's tea."

"I'm not his wife," Lulu replied before she could catch herself.

"Oh, that's right," Georgie said, tapping her head absently. "I'm his wife."

Have we completely lost who we are?

"Enough, Georgie," I said softly. "Not here, not now."

"You," she pointed at me, "do not get to tell me what to do."

"I'm not going to let you talk to her this way," I shot back. "You can stand there and yell at me all you want to, but I won't subject Lulu to this. Whether you like it or not, she and I are together and she is carrying my child. I won't let you do this to her."

"Let me?" she laughed humorlessly.

"Come on, we're leaving," I told Lulu, grabbing her hand. I put my arm around her protectively, as if to shield her from Georgie's harsh words.

As we headed for the door, Lulu stopped and turned to Georgie. Just as I was about to prod her along, Lulu stopped me. "I know you won't believe this, Georgie, but I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm sorry that you are in pain, but that's all that I am sorry for here. I'm not sorry for fighting for the man that I love, I'm not sorry for wanting to have a future with him, and I'm not sorry for having our child. We're a family now, and I hope that you will be able to accept that one day."

I was amazed by Lulu's maturity and clarity, and apparently, so was Georgie. She gaped back at Lulu, who simply turned around and walked out with me at her side. Neither of us said anything else until we were in the backseat of the town car Grandfather had assigned to take Lulu around town.

"Thanks for sticking up for me back there," Lulu said quietly.

"I will always stick up for you, Lulu," I murmured. "I love you."

"And I love you."

Well, then who are we changing into?

"Let's go home, Mommy."