A/N: Very short update, but moves the plot along to where it needs to go. And adding it to the next chapter would make it insanely long.
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"You want something to eat?" Spinner asked slowly.
Paige rolled her eyes. He had asked her that ten times in the last hour.
"Spin, I'm fine," she assured told him.
He stood from his seat on the couch and walked over to her at the kitchen table and looked at her worriedly. "Are you sure? I mean, you've bee here for two hours. And after that flight … do you want to lie down?"
"I repeat; I. Am. Fine." Paige told him.
"But Paige …"
She stood, gathering her stuff, and looked at him seriously, effectively cutting off his reply. "Are you going to be okay?"
Spinner had already looked dejected enough, but her question seemed to drain every last bit of energy he had out of him. He looked like a ghost of the Spinner she knew as he eyed her with a clear note of hostility.
"Does it matter?"
"Of course it matters," she told him. "I could never leave here knowing I hurt you and live with myself, Spin."
Spinner was sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees, looking more dejected than Paige had ever seen him. Her heart lurched painfully inside her chest with the overwhelming urge to sit and wrap her arms around him. To try and make it all better. But she knew Spin, and that was the last thing he would want at the moment.
"I'll uh … I'll call you when I get back to Montreal," she said instead.
He stood slowly, eyes fixed intently on hers and with coldness unlike anything she had ever witnessed. "Don't bother."
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Terri sat beside Paige on her bed, rubbing her back soothingly while she cried silently. She had known this was going to be hard on her; telling Spinner about the baby and what she wanted to do. But she hadn't imagined the drained look Paige was going to have on her face or the air of misery she was exuding.
And the fact that Paige wasn't talking about it made her worry all the more.
"Paige, honey," she said softly. "What happened?"
"He hates me, Terri. Spin hates me." Her words broke on his name, and the restrained sobs finally broke free, leaving her gasping for air.
Terri wrapped her arms around Paige and let her sob freely, stroking her hair while she murmured comforting words.
"Spinner's just angry. He'll get over it," Terri assured her. "He could never, ever hate you."
Paige sat up, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "You didn't see the look in his eyes. I've never seen his eyes that hard."
She seemed to shrink inside herself then, going to that place in her head that housed the worst moments of her life. The memory of Spinner, one of the people that went the deepest in her heart, gazing at her with the pain and accusation of what she herself had done to him now ranked as one of the worst of her life.
"I hurt him. So badly …"
"Paige, stop it," Terri said. "You did all you could. You went to Toronto, you told him, you gave him the chance to have a say."
Paige shook her head. "No, I didn't. My mind was already made up before I even got on that plane. I knew in my heart that Spin wasn't going to be able to change my mind. But I had to tell him. I had to make myself feel better."
"You thought you were doing the right thing."
Without even realizing it was happening, Paige's hands splayed themselves across her abdomen. She had already made the appointment at the doctor's office when she found out she was pregnant. Upon seeing her so distraught, her doctor had gone ahead and scheduled her just in case, leaving her with the weekend to think it over.
"What … what if I'm not so sure anymore?"
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