Mike's "friend" Eleven shows up again in October. Or at least October is when Nancy finds out about it, because Mike calls her at like ten on a Tuesday and tells her that he needs her to come get them. But her mom went "out" for the night and took the car that Nancy shares with her and there were simply no other options. She was forced to call Steve.

Okay, so maybe she could have called one of her girlfriends, or maybe Jonathan could've borrowed his mom's car but Steve is the only person she wants to call. (That probably says more than she cares to admit).

So it's 10:30 and she's sitting in the passenger seat of Steve's car, staring straight ahead and actually worrying more about her brother and his friends then she is about the awkwardness of the whole thing. They arrive at some random field in the middle of nowhere, and Nancy practically jumps out of the car and runs over to the small group of kids, all huddled around Eleven. She looks sick and her nose is bleeding and she must've passed out because she's lying on the ground, her head in Mike's lap. Dustin, Will and Lucas are all talking at once and all Nancy can make out is that another weird Upside Down situation happened and the small girl had fallen out of some entrance in the forest nearby. After about three minutes of arguing, they finally decide they'll just take her to the Wheelers' basement and see where to go from there.

Steve picks her up and carries her to the car, where he places her in Mike's lap. Nancy can see from the front seat that he's crying and she wants to comfort him but she has to be the adult here and take care of everyone.

They drop off the others at their houses with promises to call them in the morning with updates, and Nancy climbs in the backseat with Mike. She puts her arm around his shoulder and prays to whatever God there is that Eleven is okay. She can't have shown up again just to die. Steve looks at her through the rear-view mirror and gives her a look that she can't quite make out, but she looks back at him and hopes that he can see it's a look of thanks.

They sneak in through the basement door and Steve places Eleven down on the couch. She's starting to wake up now, asking for Mike and looking around in horror at the two teenagers. Mike grabs her hand and asks her time and time again if this is real and Eleven answers that she's scared. Nancy gets the memo.

"Okay, uh, Mike . . . we'll be outside? Come get me, you know, if anything happens," Nancy says, putting her hand on his shoulder.

Mike barely nods, staring at Eleven while she stares back at him, horrified.

She bites her lip and quietly backs out of the room, Steve following her awkwardly. She closes the door behind him, and they lean against the back of the house.

The uncertainty of it all is quite possibly the worst part of all this - not knowing if Eleven will be alright, not knowing why she's back, not knowing if they're gonna have to fight this monster again. They stand there in complete silence for minutes until Nancy is shivering so much, Steve takes off his jacket and places it around her shoulders. She half smiles a thank you, hoping he gets what it means. He doesn't need to.

Mike finally comes outside ten minutes later and tells them that Eleven is fine. She'd just used her powers to get out of the Upside Down and they overpowered her and she'd passed out. She just needs to sleep it off. Nancy tells him to get upstairs to bed and he nods (she knows he's gonna stay with Eleven, regardless).

He goes back inside and Steve clears his throat. "Uh – okay then. I'm just gonna, uh, go home. I'll uh, I'll see you,"

He turns to leave but Nancy grabs him by the arm. "Can I go with you?"

It's a dumb request and she knows she shouldn't have asked because of course he'll say yes, but it's there and she can't take it back because they both know what it means. And of course, Steve will say yes because he loves her, loved her until he was sick with the feeling. He wants to say no. He wants to tell her to go fuck herself for hurting him the way she did, but he's not going to because if he was, he wouldn't have showed up tonight.

"Yeah," is his response and Mike and Eleven were quickly forgotten for the time being.

The ride to the Harringtons' is silent. As usual, both of Steve's parents are out and Nancy sees a note on the dining room table reading "If Dad comes home, call me: 251-418-5877." Steve walks right past it and up to his room. For a moment, Nancy thinks about the baby inside of her. She thinks about how Steve's dad is never around and when he is, he's yelling and pushing and throwing things. Steve wouldn't be like that as a dad, would he? She wasn't exactly like her mom, so Steve couldn't be exactly like his dad.

It doesn't matter. You're not telling him and you're not keeping it!

Nancy quickly followed Steve and within a matter of seconds, the door to his room was shut and she was pushing him down on the bed. Mindless sex. You can do this. Except it wasn't mindless because it had never been mindless. She couldn't just pretend that running her hands through Steve's hair didn't feel like home.

He flips her over so that he's on top and kisses at her lips, then her neck. Nancy tries not to roll her eyes because it's just like him to try and make this romantic so that she'll come running back. She rips off her shirt and pulls his over his head (and God fucking dammit, is he fucking hot). Steve gets the message.

Within minutes, he's going down on her and it's rough and passionate and everything Nancy needs for it to be.

She comes loudly, tugging at the sheets with one hand and his hair with the other. He licks his lips and then moves to kiss her, but Nancy stops him, moving to unbuckle his pants.

"No, uh, it's okay," he says.

She raises her eyebrows.

Even in the dim light, she can see a blush on his cheeks. They stare at each other for a moment, and once Nancy figures it out, she starts laughing. The sight makes Steve smile and he playfully covers her face with a pillow.

"You actually came in your pants? What are you, twelve?!" she manages to get out through her giggles.

"You're mean," he pouts, clearly joking.

"I'm just stating facts, buddy!"

"You're bullying me. I'm reporting you to the school board,"

Nancy stops laughing and sits up. "I'd like to see you try,"

"What? You think you can take me?" Steve scoffs.

"Oh, I know I can,"

The air between them is suddenly thick. Nancy can smell herself on him and it turns her on immensely. And then they're kissing again. And then they're doing it on his dresser. And then later, in his shower. And then even later, on his bed again.

The next morning, Nancy wakes up with a pounding headache, positive that last night had been a dream. But alas, she's in Steve's room, most of her body hidden under a heap of blankets. Steve has wrapped himself around her like a koala, his head resting on her chest. How much does a human head weight? Could too much weight be bad for the baby? Oh my God, you slut! You fucked him a zillion times with a fucking baby in your stomach! Your kid is gonna grow up a sex crazed maniac because of you!

Nancy can't come up with a good explanation as to why she'd even asked to come over to begin with. Mike had needed her, Mike's friends had needed her, and a poor, defenseless little girl had needed her. All she'd been able to see was the prospect of getting dick. Was that all she was anymore? Flashbacks of Barb danced around in her head. I'm sorry, Nancy told the girl she couldn't see.

Barb had hated Steve from the beginning. She knew that he was no good and Nancy hadn't listened to her. Even still though, Nancy didn't want to believe that Barb was right. Steve wasn't Dad material. He definitely wasn't going to stick around if she told him. But . . . he'd been there for her in the aftermath of everything. He'd fought for her. He'd fought with her. That had to count for something. But why was it that she was focusing on the good and not the bad now? Were orgasms stopping clear thoughts from entering her mind?

No.

Eleven.

It was because of the way he'd carried her to the car. The way he'd put a blanket around her on the couch. How he put his hand on Mike's shoulder when they'd waited for her to say something. It was because of dumb maternal instincts that were slowly starting to kick in (very slowly, considering how fast she'd ditched them last night).

Pregnancy really did complicate things, but not in the ways that they always tell you it does.

Steve sleeps like the dead. Nancy escapes from his grasp and gets dressed, trying to ignore the stomachache that's creeping up on her.

She can't call home and ask for a ride. Jonathan was definitely still sleeping. Walking, it is.

But of fucking course, before she can even make it off the porch, Steve is calling after her. Nancy doesn't even need to turn around to see that he's definitely only wearing a bathrobe. "Nancy!" She keeps walking. "Nancy, please! Stop!"

And then he takes her by the shoulder and turns her around. "Yes?" she asks, somewhat sarcastically.

"You're leaving me like this again?"

"Like what? It's your house, not some skeevy motel," Nancy gives him a onceover. He is, of course, wearing a bathrobe and his hair has flattened in his sleep. Good, she thinks. She's less likely to cave when it's not all gelled up or whatever it is that he does to it.

"Still! Why . . . are we not – like – back . . .?" He can't even finish the sentence.

"No. I'm sorry," she says, and she means it. "I shouldn't have come back here last night,"

"Then why did you?"

Nancy starts walking again. She doesn't want to look at him. "I don't know,"

"I think you do," Steve follows her. "I think you came back here because you do love me and you were lying when you said you wanted to break up!"

I don't love you, is on her tongue. We're too young to even know what those words mean. "No, Steve. I just . . . you know, wanted to hook up. It had nothing to do with feelings or regrets,"

"You could've called anyone! Anyone would want to do it with you!"

"Gee, thanks," she says, walking even faster down the block.

"That's not what I meant! What I meant was, you can get any guy and yet you chose me! That has to mean something!"

"It doesn't," she says it more to herself than to him.

"You needed help last night. You could've called Jonathan, he's Will's brother! But you called me instead. That means something, you can't deny that!"

Nancy knows that he's right. She wants to turn around and kiss Steve. Tell him that she loves him so much that it makes her heart ache. She wants to have a big, epically romantic moment with this boy. But she doesn't. "I just . . . I didn't – I didn't . . . it's whatever, okay?"

Steve grabs her again and then jumps in front of her once she stops. He takes a deep breath. "Nancy . . . I love you. There it is, it's on the table,"

"It was always on the table," she mutters.

"I just . . . I just never stopped loving you and I want to work things out. Whatever's changing, whatever's going on, we can handle it,"

Nancy scoffs. "Really?"

"Yeah, really. I fought a fucking monster for you. I don't think there's anything scarier that we could ever face,"

"I'm pregnant,"

The words escape her mouth before she can stop them. The world stops spinning, and everything surrounding them turns black. It's like they're in a video game, where you can pause it and the characters will stay exactly as they are. Nancy wonders for a moment if Steve had heard her, but by the look on his face, he had. That's when it becomes clearer that this isn't like a video game, because things aren't standing still. Things are coming crashing down.

"Steve," another word escapes her. It's hurt and it's miserable and it's lonely, it's everything that she's feeling. Steve isn't even looking at her – he's looking at the ground. His eyebrows are scrunched together and his mouth is quivering. Nancy wonders if maybe he's just scared. She thinks that maybe she should give him a moment to let the news sink in.

But a moment quickly turns into a few moments, and then a few more moments. And then Steve turns in the other direction and walks back to his house.

"Exactly," she says, bitterly. "You say you'd stay for anything and you're running away! Always running away!"

All Nancy wants to do is cry. She wants to scream at him, call him an asshole, and sob pathetically. The truth is, though, that it wouldn't make any sense for her to do that because she'd expected this exact reaction from him all along. It's what any teenage boy would do, after all.

A few days pass. Eleven is now staying at the Byers' house. Jonathan had called her exactly three times to come over and investigate something he'd found in his drain. Nancy'd gone over each time, and each time she wanted to say that if something supernatural was going on again, she couldn't help. But she didn't, because then she'd have to tell him about the baby, and then Jonathan would find some annoying way to defend Steve.

Mike barely sleeps anymore. Her parents are fighting less, but the air is more uncomfortable than usual. Holly keeps asking where Steve is.

Will is shutting himself away from the group. Jonathan rants to her at lunch about how something's up with him and not just the usual PTSD stuff. Nancy tells Mike to talk to Will. Mike is pissed at him because of the "psychotic" way he's been treating Eleven

Nancy cries every night.

She dreams about her and her baby, the baby she loves with all her heart, despite the pain it's causing her. Sometimes Steve is there with them, smiling that charming smile of his and they dance around the kitchen together. Other times, he's not there and she and the baby are left to themselves.

And as usual, when she awakens, the only thing she can think of is Barb and wish desperately that she was still here.

It just isn't fucking fair.

Actually, wait, yes, it is.

This is the revenge she gets for leaving Barb that night.

Nancy hates thinking that. She loves this baby so much, and she knows that it isn't it's fault, but this wasn't her plan. She's had her whole life planned out for forever and teen pregnancy was never involved.

"I love you," she whispers to her still flat stomach one night. "I love you more than anything in this world,"

It's the only 'I love you' that means anything anymore.

Mikes come into her room and they lie on the floor together, staring up at the ceiling.

"Tell me everything will be okay," he says.

All Nancy wants is to be able to protect her brother. He doesn't deserve to go through anything bad ever again, but he will. They all will. Instead, she takes his hand and squeezes it.

"Lucas is convinced the new girl is an actual demon. He says she's the second coming of the demogorgan, but when he said that, Will freaked out and tried to attack him. I don't want him around Eleven – I know that's dumb because she's like the strongest person ever, but still. It just feels weird, like things'll go bad. I wish she could just stay here with us. She'd be safe. I'd . . . I'd keep her safe,"

Nancy stayed quiet. Mike practically reads her mind. "Steve will come around," he says.

"How do you know?"

"I'll kick his ass if he doesn't,"

Steve finally gets up the courage to call Nancy on day five of them not talking.

You're such a fucking coward, he thinks to himself as he runs his nails up and down his arms. All his life, his biggest fear was everyone thinking he was a pussy, and here he was, being one. Tommy used to always tell him that, day after day.

"Would you man the fuck up? Stop being a pussy," he'd say, and they could both read the subtext behind his words clearly.

It burned deep to even think about Tommy and all the hurt he'd caused him.

Just like the hurt he'd caused Nancy.

Beautiful Nancy. Smart Nancy. Funny Nancy.

Amazing, wonderful Nancy pregnant with his bastard kid. Just . . . what the fuck? How did it even happen? Okay, stupid question. But they'd been so careful. Even if he wasn't, Nancy was. Wasn't she?

Shit..

What were they going to do?

It had never been a question of whether or not he was in or out. Steve knew from the second the words came out of Nancy's mouth that this was just as much his problem as it was hers. She definitely thought that by walking away he was walking away from her and the baby. Shit. That's exactly what it had looked like.

He didn't even know why he'd walked away. It was just out of a habit, maybe. Just like Nancy (and Tommy) had said – he was always running away. He didn't know how to be a real man. A real man like Tommy or his dad wouldn't have walked away, they would've said something smart and kissed their girl. Steve didn't know how to say smart things, or the right things. It felt like everything that came out of his mouth was a mistake.

That's why it took him so long to call, so he could figure out what to say.

Mrs. Wheeler picks up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Karen. It's Steve, how are you?" he says, hoping that Nancy hadn't told her anything and he could keep up his charming façade.

"Steve! Hi, sweetheart. I'm good, how are you? It's been a while since you've been over, we all miss you so much,"

He smiled to himself. One of the best things about being in Nancy's life was her family, and how they were a real family. His own parents barely knew he existed, but Nancy's took great interest in him. Her mom fawned all over him and even her dad, who Nancy continuously called an asshole, would watch a game with him every now and then. Mike wasn't really his biggest fan, but they got along well enough, in the way that Steve would ruffle up his hair and then Mike would try to mess up his, and then get frustrated when it looked even better then before. And then there was little Holly, who was practically the president of the Steve Harrington fan club. ("I can't tell if you're her first crush or if she just likes you better than my dad," Nancy had noted one time). It was an odd comparison.

"Yeah, I miss you guys, too. Hey, uh, listen, is Nancy home?"

"She's up in her room, doing homework, as usual. Nancy!" Karen had obviously pulled her mouth away from the receiver. "Nancy, honey! Steve's on the phone!"

There was some ruffling, and Steve could tell that Nancy was trying to find a way out of talking to him. He couldn't blame her. But within moments, Nancy's quiet voice could be heard saying "Okay, Mom, I got it," and then a louder voice saying, "What?"

It was harsh, exactly what he'd expected.

"I'm sorry."

"Steve, you left me in the street after I told you I'm . . . you know. After you made a big thing about us and our future, or whatever,"

He took a deep breath. "Yeah, and we still have that future. I want to still have it. With you and the baby,"

The noise coming from the Wheelers' was so non-existent, that Steve was almost positive she'd hung up on him. "What makes you think that that's what I want?"

"Because you didn't hang up the phone when your mom told you it was me," he says. "You could've, but you didn't. You want me in your life,"

Nancy groaned. "Let's just say I do want you in my life. How do I even know that's what you really want? That you're not gonna just get bored and leave? Run away again?"

"I guess you'll just have to trust me. Trusting me has never let you down before,"

"It's what got me into this mess in the first place," she responds and he can't deny that, even though he still isn't sure how or when this even happened. "And besides, do you really want to be a fa – I can't talk about this on the phone. Someone might hear. Why did you even call? That's another thing! You could've come to me in person but you called me like a fucking pussy,"

"You're a pussy, Steve. That's all you are." Tommy's words ring in his ears.

He pauses, trying to think of a way not to get worked up and take it out on Nancy. Deep breaths. "I was afraid because I am a pussy. It's the same reason why I ran away from you and didn't talk to you these past couple of days. I'm scared,"

"You don't think I'm scared too?"
"Well, yeah. But you had time to process this. You obviously knew before you broke up with me, and that was like a month ago. You've had all that time and I've had . . . not even a week," Steve states and Nancy is silent again. She knows that he's right.

"I can't believe what you're saying," her voice is weak and sad. "I won't be abandoned when I'm fucking nine months in and looking like a whale. I'll just be another one of those sad single moms who everyone avoids because of how sad their life is. I have bigger plans than that,"

"I know. Just . . . believe me, Nance. Please."

He can picture the blush on her cheeks. Nothing makes Nancy melt more than when he calls her "Nance." This time, though, her voice is hardened. "Steve . . . your dad . . . how do I know that won't be you?"

And that's when his composure breaks. "I'm not my dad,"

"I know, but, I don't want to take the chance. I have to think of what's best for us . . ." her voice trails off.

"Nancy, I am not my dad. I will never be my dad and you're not my mom. We're not them. I love you! When people ask me about the future, the only thing I know for sure is that you're in it,"

Nancy must've needed to hear that because suddenly her voice is soft, like it is in their most romantic, intimate moments. "Prove it," is all she says before hanging up.

Jonathan calls on Sunday morning. "I need your help with something for my mom,"

Nancy finds it odd that he's asking for help with such a simple task, especially with everything that's going on with Will right now. According to gossip she'd overheard from Lucas, he and Eleven had gotten into some weird supernatural fight and Eleven had run away once again. Now Will was confined to his bedroom as punishment. ("How's Will?" she'd asked on the phone. "He keeps sleep walking out into the woods. When I followed him, he tried to choke me," was Jonathan's sad response).

Anyway, once his shitty car pulls up at her house, she stops midway on the sidewalk and grabs her stomach, practically falling. Jonathan hurries over to her and puts his hand on her back. "Are you okay?" he asks, thinking she'd tripped.

"Yeah . . ." she whispers. The pain quickly subsided. Nancy wonders how long she can keep this from Jonathan before she has to tell him. "Let's just, uh, get to your house . . ."

The ride is silent, but that's pretty much exactly what Nancy expects. Jonathan never really has much to say, even when he's comfortable around you. A part of her is thankful for it.

Her friendship with Jonathan isn't complicated and she likes it that way. When they first started hanging out, it had been purely out of convenience – he wanted to save his brother and she wanted to save Barb. And then maybe, for a minute, Nancy had felt something for him. And maybe Jonathan had felt something for her. But whatever "something" was went away once Steve came back into the picture. Almost immediately, Nancy had dropped the romantic lingering between them and slowly began rebuilding her relationship with her then ex. Jonathan didn't seem to mind much. He actually seemed much happier once he and Steve started hanging out then he'd ever been hanging out with Nancy.

Over the past year or so, the three of them had formed a pretty steady bond. When Steve wasn't with Nancy, he was almost always with Jonathan. It was a bit weird – he used to be the most popular kid in school and now here he was, hanging with the town loner. Nancy smiled to herself at the thought. Little things like that were the things that she loved the most about him.

She knocks herself out of her daydreaming to look out at the road in front of her. And it wasn't the path to the Byers'.

"Uh . . . Jonathan, did you miss an exit or something?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

Jonathan didn't answer her.

"Hello?"

"We're uh . . . we're not going to my house," he mutters.

"Then where are we . . .?" Nancy begins, but the expression on Jonathan's face tells her the answer. "No! No! No! No!"

Jonathan scrunches his nose up.

"No! Damn it! No. He can't even come and pick me up himself? No!"

"Nancy, just – you don't understand . . ."

"Oh, yes, I do! This isn't your business, this isn't your relationship! You don't know anything about anything!" Nancy humphs, crossing her arms over her chest. Of course, Steve would find some way to rope Jonathan in to this whole disaster. He never understood the fucking point of anything!

"Just . . . give him a chance," Jonathan says, giving her a serious look.

Nancy groans loudly. "Why do you always take his side? You don't always have to do whatever he says!"
Jonathan turns away from her then and doesn't say anything.

Within minutes (full of passive aggressive sighing on Nancy's part) they're pulled up at the quarry. Steve is nowhere in sight. "What the fuck?"

Jonathan gets out of the car and then opens the door for her. His silence is telling of how he's feeling about all of this – annoyed. Nancy guesses that Steve hadn't told him she was pregnant, otherwise he wouldn't think of all this as childish.

"Why are we here? What, is he gonna come out of nowhere with a bouquet of roses or something even more cliché?"

Jonathan takes her hand and leads her over to the edge of the quarry. He points to the bottom, to the grass next to the lake and it's then that Nancy understands this convoluted plan.

Written using what must've been thousands of rocks was a simple message: "I love you, Nancy." The whole thing must've been at least the length of a football field. And here it was, out in the open for anyone and everyone to see. It must've taken . . . she can't even imagine. She can't even think, really. Her heart is beating out of her chest and tears are starting to stain her cheeks.

For the first time since she'd read that test, she thinks Steve Harrington loves me. Steve Harrington really loves me.

Nancy brings her hands to her mouth to stop herself from letting out a cry. Instead, she laughs happily, which makes Jonathan laugh. She turns to him, her smile taking up her entire face.

"Told you," he giggles.

"Where is he?" is all that Nancy can get out.

And then, as if on cue, Steve walks out of the woods (he must've been hidden behind a tree) and approaches. Nancy begins full on crying then, and runs to him, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling his lips to hers. Steve runs his hands up and down her back, before lifting her up by her but. Nancy wraps her legs around his middle and beams against him, pulling at his hair and trying to get as much of him as possible. She'd forgotten that Jonathan was even there. She'd forgotten that the rest of the world was even a thing. The only things that mattered were Steve and this baby.

"I love you," she says, breathless. And then in a choked sob, she expresses "I love you so much,"

"I know," he kisses her on both of her cheeks and then her chin. "I love you more than anything in the world and I love this baby. I will do anything for the both of you. I promise,"

Nancy starts crying even harder.

"Can I go now?" Jonathan interrupts. Both Steve and Nancy start laughing and Steve places her back on the ground.

"Yeah, yeah. Uh, thanks, man. Thanks a lot," says Steve. Jonathan thins his lips and nods uncomfortably before getting back in his car.

"Sorry for yelling at you!" Nancy calls out awkwardly. Jonathan gives her a simple wave.

She and Steve are still all over each other. She's leaned against his chest and his lips are in her hair while his hands linger on her hips. They watch Jonathan drive away before turning back to each other.

"You did this for me," she says, pulling at the lapel of his jacket. "How long did it take?"

"You don't need to know,"

"Did Jonathan help you? What happened? What gave you this idea . . .?"

Steve shrugs. "Uh, I don't know. After we got off the phone, I guess, I just kind of . . . I don't know. I just wanted to think of something big that I could do to show you how I really feel,"

Nancy kisses his neck. "All by yourself?"

"Well . . . I did it at like, weird hours. It would've been kind of an asshole move to ask for help. Jonathan just kind of – well . . . picked you up, I guess,"

Nancy kisses him on the lips again. "I love your smile, did you know that? And I love your eyes, and your moles and your hair. God, I love your fucking hair. You've got great hair, anybody ever tell you that?"

He laughs and tightens his grip on her. "Nope, I think maybe just you,"

"And I love the way you love me. I know I said that you don't love me, but . . . I was scared. I was just as scared as you the other day and that's why I left you. But you love me. I'm more sure of it now than I've ever been,"

"Even more than when I fought that monster thing for you?"

Nancy stands on her tiptoes and whispers in his ear, "I think that just made me more attracted to you,"

"I love you," Steve repeats. "And I'm sorry for all the bullshit – for running away, or whatever. All I have ever wanted, from the moment I met you, was to be with you for the rest of my life. And this baby? That's like a god damn dream come true. Look at me, man! I knocked up Nancy Wheeler,"

Nancy hits him in the chest playfully.

"No, but seriously. I know that I fuck up a lot, but I never want you to doubt how much I love you. I will love and this baby for . . . for forever. I know it's scary and confusing but whatever happens, we'll figure it out together," Steve kisses her gently on the forehead.

For the first time, Nancy can picture a new life. It's not the life that she's always dreamed of and yes, it's more like the life her mother leads, but better because she has a man who loves her. Suddenly she wants to get a house with a white picket fence. She wants to have a million kids and make dinner together and snuggle up in bed at night. Steve Harrington is her future. This baby is her future. And Nancy doesn't have a problem with that.