Six months later

"Leave him."

Pam was suddenly caught off guard, sitting in the small coffee shop near Times Square. She had made some excuse with Ginger's nanny that she had some shopping to do and left Ginger while she was taking her afternoon nap after she received another email from Jim telling her he had just got in.

"What?"

Pam had been slowly twirling her spoon in the large red mug she had in front of her. Jim leaned forward, his eyes serious.

"Leave him, you're not happy."

Pam made a small snort before sitting back and bit and putting both of her hands on her perfectly round and growing pregnant stomach.

"Yeah sure, that will be real easy."

"Why didn't you get an abortion if you didn't want it?"

Pam gave Jim a disgusted look before sipping her coffee.

"Jesus Jim…"

"I was just saying. I mean you told me yourself you didn't want to have a baby…and so soon after Ginger? I mean you didn't plan this?"

"No Jim I didn't but it still happened, that tends to be my luck now."

"Don't get upset Pam, I'm just trying to tell you the truth."

"I've heard enough of that lately thank-you."

"Then why are you still here? You told me yourself you've tried. Been trying since you got pregnant the first time. Been trying to adjust to city life and Ryan…being married, the whole ten yards…why keep pretending everything is okay?"

"I know everything isn't okay? Don't act like I'm dumb!"

Pam snapped. Jim took a deep breath, looking across at her from the table.

"Why did you marry him?"

Pam's eyes dropped.

"Because…I thought we could make it work. He meant so well…and after Ginger was born it seemed right…"

"You said he's changed."

Pam sighed.

"A lot…I think he knows."

"Really?"

Pam slowly nodded.

"I'm not entirely sure but it seems like that. He's always moody around me, avoids even looking me in the eye. He's always working, and he's out almost every night…you should see him when he walks through the door, completely washed out. The only thing he seems to care about is Ginger…and the baby…"

Pam stared at her stomach.

"We found out it's a boy the other day…that's the first time I've seen him smile in months, he looks horrible."

"Then why not stop all this lying, it's totally clear you're both unhappy. We'll tell Ryan together…everything. We'll work something out…"

"I can't do that…Ginger…the baby…"

"Think about yourself for once Pam, please."

Pam thought back at the threat Ryan had made about Ginger months ago. Gulping, Pam slowly shook her head.

"I just need more time."

Sighing, Jim sat back and shook his head.

When Pam came home an hour later, throwing down her keys and working her jacket off Ryan was waiting for her. He sat in the living room, Ginger fast asleep beside him on the sofa. He gently stroked her hair and looked up at Pam with tried bloodshot eyes.

"Where have you been?"

Pam almost jumped. Nervously laughing she clutched her chest.

"You scared me!"

Ryan just stared at her before Pam crossed the room.

"Did Gladys leave?"

"About a half an hour ago."

"What are you doing home so early?"

"Took the rest of the day off…working on the website."

"Oh…"

Ryan sniffled, he looked like a zombie.

"So…where were you?"

Pam hoped they would avoid the question.

"Ummm, I went shopping downtown."

"I thought I told you it isn't a good idea to go out alone."

It was Pam's turn now to sound angry.

"Ryan I'm locked up in this apartment all day! I'm pregnant not in a coma!"

Ryan kept staring at her before Pam put her hands on her hips and looked at him. He didn't look like the man she married, or the young temp she felt she had fallen in love with.

"Ryan I…"

Ryan shook his head.

"Later, I need to work on the site."

Getting up, he carried Ginger to her room not saying a word. Pam meanwhile stood there fighting back tears.

By nightfall Ginger was fed and put into her crib. Ryan and Pam went to bed early, and Pam couldn't help but notice how many times Ryan kept sniffling and going into the bathroom. In the back of her mind she knew what he was doing, but her heart refused to think it.

By eleven, Ryan crawled into bed beside her. Pam laid there in the darkness beside him before moving in closer.

"Ryan?"

Ryan opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not happy."

Ryan stared at her in the darkness of the bedroom for what seemed like forever. That's when Pam felt her heart begin to race.

"Ryan I…"

That's when Pam felt something…

"Ryan…oh…Ryan!"

Pam shot up in bed, clutching her stomach before Ryan sat up quickly and flicked on one of the lights.

"What is it?"

"Call an ambulance…something is wrong…"

Pam snapped her eyes shut as Ginger in the next room began crying.

The ambulance arrived ten minutes later. By then a neighbor had agreed to watch Ginger as Ryan rode along with her. By the time they reached the hospital the paramedics said she was going into early labor. As they loaded her out, Ryan stood back in shock. He needed a fix more then anything now, this was too real for him. Too scary.

"What? She's only six months!"

They rushed her in, while Ryan feeling like a ghost followed behind. Inside, when he tried to go past the swinging doors, a nurse stopped him.

"Sorry sir, you're not allowed in."

Ryan stood back in shock, he had nobody to call. Standing there he bit his bottom lip and waited, praying it was just like before with Ginger. That everything would be okay.

An hour later the head doctor came out, dressed in scrubs shaking his head. Ryan jumped up right away, nearly knocking the chair over.

"Mr. Howard?"

Ryan quickly nodded.

"Is she okay?"

"You're wife is sedated sir, she seems fine."

"And the baby?"

The doctor stared at him with a stone set look before shaking his head.

"I'm sorry sir, the boy came early…it was stillborn."

Ryan felt as though he was in a dream. Standing there his heart sank and everything became numb.

He was going to kill Pam.

He was going to kill her for killing his son.