Authors Note:

WOW, ok so I just realized it's been about 3 years since I've actually sat down to write something for . In all honesty, I have been looking back at my stories, and remembering how much I LOVE to do creative writing, and I really want to start up with it again. I started writing this story in my early years of high school, and now I'm a freshman in college (studying journalism). So, as you can imagine, I have been doing a lot of writing, but not creatively. In a whim, I decided to finish this story, because I really enjoy writing, and with my bust schedule, reviews will definitely motivate me to keep posting. So, R&R please  and enjoy.

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It was exactly four hours since Monk passionately shared his feelings with Sharona, and 98.5 hours since she showed up at his doorstep; pregnant.

They were laying quietly in his king sized bed, sheets nicely folded over both their warm bodies. He gazed down at her peacefully sleeping, her breathing steady in out in out. It didn't seem like another life was growing inside her. She was laying facing the window, her hair pulled back into a mere heave, and he lay behind her touching her stomach.

The baby had started to kick now, and just feeling the pulsating beat of his or her small feet made Monk feel important. He couldn't sleep; he had way too much on his mind. That kiss he shared with Sharona re-energized every feeling he had tried to suppress after Trudy died.

Trudy. How could he forget about Trudy? Their weekly chat before bedtime, where he could so quaintly smell the mist of her perfume in the distance. He felt horrible.

"Adrian"

Oh, great. Out of all the time's she could choose to talk.

"Hi Trudy," Monk said aloud quietly as he released Sharona from his grasp and turned over.

"Adrian, I think we really need to talk."

A small tear rolled out of Monk's eye as he prepared himself to explain.

"Trudy…I….I," he stuttered in a high pitch voice, almost as if he was a small dog wining for his owner. After two minutes he managed to stumble out, "I'm going to have a baby."

Trudy chuckled quietly, "Oh really, well you look great, you're not showing at all…."

Monk laughed in unison as he remembered her quick wit, "A decade later, and you still make me laugh Trudy." His smile quickly turned back into a daze. His emotions were running wild, like that of a fourteen-year-old girl. He was ecstatic and depressed in unison.

"I'm betraying you."

"Adrian, no no no, do not think that," she said in almost a whisper.

"I am, I'm betraying you," he said, letting a few more tears roll down his cheek, "I'm loving again, I'm kissing other women, I'm having babies out of drunkenness….Trudy, please, help me….help me."

"Shhh, Adrian, shh," she said as she figuratively stroked his hair, "You are doing the opposite of betraying me, you're finally listening to me. You're making my whishes come true, Adrian."

He looked at her questionably and shook his head in query. His eyes were full of questions and her heart was full of answers, "I am only supposed to love you."

"Adrian, don't you see. I've been trying to get you to move on for years. I see your unhappiness….and it kills me to believe it's coming from me. I want you to be happy more than anything in this world, I wish you could understand. I appreciate your faithfulness but I can't appreciate your unhappiness. And Sharona….Adrian? You and Sharona? This is something amazing. You're finally going to be the father you wanted to be." Monk started sobbing at a faster pace as the realization hit him. This is something he's kept at the depth of his mind all along, and finally was able to recognize. "Adrian, this is amazing. You're amazing. Sharona's amazing. Your son is also going to be amazing. Adrian, I want this for you so bad. I hope you can see, we'll be together again someday. But, I am happy, now it's finally your turn…I love you."

"I love you too."

And she was gone. She left a light kiss on his cheek that he felt for minutes after.

He sat there, still crying. But something felt different.

A weight felt lifted from his shoulders; a 120-pound weight with pretty blonde hair and blue eyes. It finally hit him; Trudy truly wanted him to be happy.

He turned back over and faced Sharona, and brushed a piece of falling hair from her face. The tickle made her wake up and she stared at Monk, with a little bit of anger.

"Adrian, what are you doing? I am sleeping," she tried to keep her strong tone, but couldn't help but smile when she woke up to him.

"I was fixing a hair…it wasn't lined up."

"Oh, ok. Is that all? Is everything okay?" she asked, grabbing his hand and placing it on her stomach again, "I like your hand here, it keeps it warm."

Monk nodded and kept his hand on her round belly, he somehow loved the feeling of it. He didn't care about germs or bodily fluids or anything…he loved feeling some of him growing.

As she easily drifted back off into a deep sleep, a realization hit Monk.

'A son? Did Trudy say I'm having a son?'

She would know; she knows everything.

"I'm having a son," Monk whispered to himself. That's exactly where he was going to keep it; to himself.

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