"Is that what you meant by it's complicated? That she was pregnant?" George asked, sitting by his friend in Algebra class.

"Yeah, kind of," Wade retorted. He had seen how all the other kids had looked at Zoe, like she was the diseased. He couldn't fathom how she felt about that. It hurt him to see what she had to go through every day. It had even shocked him to the core when it was Lemon that stuck up for her. Took her in as a friend. He had really thought that Lemon would be the ring leader to get Zoe banned from all of Bluebell.

"Kind of? What else could there be?" George asked, flipping his book open. Zoe had left it up to him whether he wanted people to know if he was the father and when he wanted to tell them. Her secret had already been ruined, she didn't want his to be ruined as well. Everyone had figured that the father was some guy from New York. Even though they hung out a lot, no one knew they were dating. The whole town had been focused on Zoe being pregnant, they didn't see what was right under their nose's.

"Remember how I didn't show up until we had to leave?" George nodded his head. Wade had lied and told them he had stayed at the beach all night, finding that he could truly relax and not have a worry in the world. "I was with Zoe. Protection wasn't used. That's my baby. I'm going to be a father come summer." George's mouth had fallen open.

"Seriously?" He asked rather loudly.

"Mr. Tucker, do you have something to share with the rest of the class?" George smiled nervously, with all eyes on him.

"Sorry," he replied, turning to take notes. George said nothing for the remainder of the class.

Wade was fine with that. He didn't know how it had happened, but the more time he had spent with Zoe at her house, more and more of his things had taken space up in her room. He couldn't remember the last time he spent the night at his own house. Harley had given him his own key to the house. Gave him the run down of the rules. He had slowly moved in without really realizing it. Apparently Harley had noticed and was ok with it. If Zoe had realized it, she never told him. She never complained about it, either.

"That's huge, Wade. Are you positive that it's your baby? Or are you going on her word?" Wade stopped at his locker.

"She has no reason to lie to me, about this George. I've been at both appointments, it all adds up. I have no doubts about this."

"I'm just saying there could have been someone before you, or even after you. Because you're here, it makes you the easy target."

"I was her first and there was no one after me. She was smitten with me as much as I was with her." He was staring to not only get annoyed with his friend but pissed at him as well.

"Can you really be sure?" George asked, walking off. He really did believe Zoe, she has yet to lie to him. But he couldn't stop himself from thinking about George's words. He didn't know for sure, he had Zoe's word and that was it. That was all he could go on.

"What has you so deep in thought?" Zoe asked, slipping her arm through his.

"A little of nothing with a lot everything," he responded, letting his fingers tangle with hers. Zoe didn't know how she was to take that. "George was talking," Wade sighed.

"Yeah, because that solves this mystery. You have something to say, just say it," she told him getting annoyed at him.

"Like I said, George was talking and raised questions we had already went through. You wouldn't lie to me, because I'm just here, would you?"

"That's just stupid," Zoe shouted, pulling her hand free. She was quick to wipe the tears away that had made a break for it. "The last thing I would ever do was lie to you about this. The idea of lying to you about this, is ridiculous. Believe what you want. Miss out on everything else, Wade. See if I really care," she spit, hurrying off in a hurry. Wade never thought he would ever feel so hurt again in his life time. He was staring to hate himself for letting Tucker's words get to him the way they had.

"You best be thinking of a way to fix this. Take this from me, Wade. George can be an idiot at times. And the fact you let him get inside your head, proves you're no better than him," Lemon stated, pushing herself from the wall. "She told you so you could experience it all. Fix it for you and Zoe, but more importantly fix it for your child," Lemon told him with a smack to the back of the head. He grumbled walking off. How the hell was he suppose to make things better with Zoe? He wasn't any good with fixing things, he was good at screwing things up, fixing them was another story.

He walked along the side-walk kicking small pebbles. There was no way he could just show up at her house and say he was sorry, that wouldn't work. He bought a dozen wild flowers, it was a start. He even stopped at the Butter Stick and got some cinnamon rolls. When he got to the house he was pleased to see that Harley was still at work. He used his key, locking the door behind him. He snuck up the stairs hearing the soft sobs emitting from Zoe's room. The sobs broke his fragile heart even more.

"Zoe, I'm sorry. I let George get inside my head. It was wrong of me. I hate myself that I let his words creep on in. I know you wouldn't lie to me about this. We've been over this so many times. I'm an idiot, and I'll understand if you hate me forever. I'll do whatever I have to do." Zoe looked over at him, sitting up slightly, she could see that he really was sorry.

"Give me the cinnamon rolls and there's a vase for the flowers under the kitchen sink. You can place them on my desk, for starters," she told him. Wade placed the flowers on the desk, handing the cinnamon rolls to Zoe.

"Save one for me," he smirked, walking to the door.

"It won't be my fault if they're all gone, when you get back here," she called after him.

She looked around her room, taking in all the things that were Wade's. They fit in her room perfectly. He had his homerun trophy sitting next to her perfect attendance award. His second place trophy for soapbox racing sat next to her science award. His clothes were tossed around her room. His music collection was mixed in with hers. A few of his family pictures laid around the room. Car posters filled her walls. He had pretty much moved in over the course of two Weeks. Oddly enough, she was ok with it.

"You ok?" Wade asked, placing the flowers into the vase of water.

"Did you know, that you have practically moved in to my room?" She asked looking at him, with an unreadable look on her face.

"I can take my stuff back to my Dad's house," Wade suggested, sitting next to her on the bed.

"Don't do that," she whispered, leaning into him. She opened the plastic container taking a gooey roll out. Wade took one with a smile on his face. His things would remain and he was sure more of his stuff would slowly make the trek to Zoe's room. Or was it now his room as well?