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Sixteen

(Two Months Later)

Brenda paced her apartment. She felt closed in even with all the blinds open and the sun blaring in. She didn't have the smallest apartment by any means. In all reality it was bigger than the penthouse and even some houses. But being so high up, without a back yard or a garden, she was confined to her living quarters.

She turned on the TV and flipped channels until she came to some music channel where she could listen and focus and check up on her blossoming artists. Lois should be walking through the door any minute and help her.

Brenda, standing in the middle of the living room, turned and looked at Lois as she walked in carrying a plastic bag.

"I brought food. Chinese and ice cream." Brenda half smiled. "Anything good?" Lois asked nodding to the TV.

"Not yet. I just turned it on." Brenda ran her hands through her hair and sighed.

"How many did you take?"

"Six." Brenda confessed looking at her friend, stricken with fear. "Six perfect pink smiley faces."

"You know what that means?" Lois asked unable to contain her smile. "I'm going to be an aunt!" She started laughing and hugged Brenda tightly.

"I know you're excited. If I were you I'd be excited to. I was excited when you found out about Brook."

"Then be excited now."

Brenda sat down in the nearest chair and curled her feet underneath her.

"What worries you the most?" Lois asked pulling down plates and filling them with food.

"I have to pick one thing," Brenda asked. Lois just looked at her. "That I'm raising a baby on my own in California."

"Good point, but I've been doing it for years. Pick something else."

"I'll lose my figure and no man will ever love me again." Brenda suggested.

"You have the fastest metabolizing in the world. You'll drop the baby weight in under a month." Lois handed her a plate with a bottle of water and sat down on the couch. "You know what is really bothering you. Now fess up and we can move on to happier topics."

"Okay. I don't even remember conceiving this baby, the father already has a new family of his own, and the people of Port Charles are going to freak out and disown me even more."

"That's more like it," Lois said taking a big bite of rice. "Now, on the bright side, Edward and Monica are going to be ecstatic to know that they have another grandchild."

"Oh my God, when Edward finds out he's going to make me move back to the house and live with him for the rest of my life,"

"No he won't because once Jason finds out …"

"Don't finish that sentence," Brenda said.

"Wait, go back. You are planning on telling Jason right?"

"And say what? Hey. Remember that night at the bar when I woke up in your bed naked? I don't remember it but you're the father of my baby? I don't think that will fly."

"Get a paternity test."

"And how do I get DNA from him?"

"Maybe the PCPD has some on file. From Luis's murder."

Brenda groaned at the sound of his name. "I thought we agreed never to talk about him again."

"I know but desperate times call for desperate measures."

"Luis can never be used as a desperate measure. They never had DNA on us. They used an eye witness and video tape. That doesn't matter. My baby isn't going to be introduced to that lifestyle."

"My baby? See, you have it already."

"What?" Brenda asked.

"The glow. You're going to be a mommy."

Brenda couldn't help but smile.