Robin had seen a hundred and one ads warning her against the filth of public facilities but as she sat curled up on the cold tile she saw only the gray door protecting her from the rest of the world. She had her knees to her chest and her cheek resting atop them thinking, just thinking. Thinking about the first time she had ever seen Patrick, a full twenty minutes before she was actually introduced to him. He had shown up in the same car he had now, his hair sun-streaked from countless trips to the beach and his eyes hidden behind a thin pair of black shades.

She had been half in love with him just based on physical appearance alone, but then he had said something glib, she forgot what now, and she had disliked him immediately following that, or had tried to. Her courtship with Logan had made it possible for her to stay close to Patrick while learning what he actually thought and felt as told by his brother. It was a cheap way to get to know someone, but Patrick had all but turned her away from even a platonic friendship. She had never admitted it to anyone else, and never would, but there were times when she would wish he would stop by once, just once, while Logan was gone. The temptation to have an extra-marital affair had grown considerably worse once she received a call from Logan's mistress, the first of many. She didn't know how many there were, but she had ignored the first, telling herself it was just a joke, a cruel one, but a joke all the same. Surely. Surely it was all a mistake. Once she had come to terms with what Logan had done, she had had a very strong inclination to pay him back. It wasn't until she actually found Logan in bed with Mona—yes of course she would remember her name now—that she was forced to face the truth.

She hadn't been kidding when she had probed Patrick for questions into what he wanted his life to include and, if he hadn't been a complete asshole about her one drink, he might have actually told her what she wanted to hear, or what she had prayed she would never hear from him. It was only six months, a little voice reminded her. There had been a lot of turmoil during that period, a lot of good, and they had actually convinced each other that what was between them was a real bond, a real love, but what if it was all a lie? What if Patrick had clung to her out of fear and now, now that he was in clear, he wanted to break free?

"Baby? You in here?"

Robin bristled at what was clearly a male voice. Assuming it was Patrick but unable to make it out due to the dryer drowning out his tone, she let out a huff and hoped he would just leave her alone. What did he think he was doing, and in the ladies room of all places? So he thought he could just track her down and call her baby and everything would be okay?

"Come on we need to talk about this. You know we do."

Talk about what? Robin wanted to scream. I don't want to talk about any of it. I'd rather live in blissful ignorance than give you the perfect opportunity to break things off with me. She sat in silence, watching the black shoes move from one side of the bathroom to the other. He was opening doors now and she became a little anxious. The stall she was currently hiding in was only two from the far right wall.

"This isn't a bad thing. I was just shocked."

"Lucky?" Robin hadn't realized she had spoken until the door to the stall opened revealing a distressed Spencer on the other side.

"Robin?" He blinked several times in confusion. He had been convinced Elizabeth had run here and Robin's appearance was an unwelcome reminder he had assumed wrong.

"What's going on? Who are you looking for?" Robin asked, lifting her head from her folded arms.

Sliding down so as to not tower over her, he ran his fingers through his hair. "Elizabeth. I thought she would have run in here. Looks like I was wrong."

"What did you do?" She inquired bluntly.

"Actually I'm pretty sure there is no way this one is my fault. Well maybe but her running is all on Patrick."

"Great. What did Mr. Wonderful do now?" Robin met his eyes and felt instant empathy. She should have stayed at the table instead of running off like a child.

"You want the whole list?"

"Yes." Robin nodded. "I need context."

"Well when you left I questioned his sanity for running you off. And he proceeds to tell us that you're pregnant."

"WHAT?" Robin's voice bounced off every stall in the place.

"Oh wait. It gets better." Lucky promised, patting her arm.

"What happened?"

"First we ask how he knows. And he proceeds to tell us about Courtney finding an appointment card, baby stuff in Audrey's attic, and you avoiding everyone lately. You know the obvious signs of pregnancy."

"Right." Robin barely refrained from rolling her eyes.

"So Elizabeth says something along the lines of he's a moron and jumping to conclusions."

"Oh." Robin could already see how this was going to play out, but she decided to let her friend finish.

"Words are exchanged. Patrick wonders why Elizabeth is so concerned since this isn't about her. She mumbles something about dropping one card and he jumps to conclusions. And I'm thinking you know the rest that was blurted out."

"Pretty much. Oh Lucky, I'm so sorry. This isn't how it was supposed to happen." Robin apologized profusely.

"I got that impression."

"What are you going to do now?"

"Well apparently my original plan was a flop. I was supposed to find her in here and talk about this. Find out basic information. Try to talk without sounding like a moron. The basics. Did I mention she blew past Aunt Bobbie and Cruz? So I have to figure out a way to explain why she's completely gone now, without telling the whole story since that will get back to mom in three seconds."

"Do yourself a favor. Take the back way out of here. I'll cover for you. Time is crucial right now. You've got to find Elizabeth. The longer you wait, the worse it'll be." Robin cautioned him.

Rising to his feet he nodded. "She probably already has me eloping with the waitress while she's alone and pregnant."

"Sounds like our girl. Good luck." Robin smiled up at him.

"Thanks. Cause now I have to figure out how to get past Audrey."

Kneeling at the open window, Elizabeth drew in a calming breath as the snow continued to fall down. Growing up in Colorado, she had always sworn she could smell the snow. Steven had just laughed and agreed with her. Sarah had looked at her as if she had three heads and her parents eventually started paying her to not mention the "smell of snow" in front of company. It sounded crazy to her own ears, which she later changed her mind on when it became a part of the Gilmore Girls. The smell of snow somehow calmed her and right now she needed calm.

She had rushed out of the restaurant and blindly toward her car. Only when she was halfway back to her home did she realize she had just made a bad situation worse. She could have salvaged that announcement somehow, granted she couldn't think of how exactly but running out and not telling anyone where she was going wasn't going to help matters. The words had flown out of her mouth and the old instinct to run before she got hurt kicked in. Run, the little voice had taunted, run before he yells or tells you he doesn't want anymore kids.

Alright it wasn't her most rational thought process ever. And she should probably stop watching the Lifetime Movie Network for the next five months. Or at least stop watching in marathon binges. Those movies were worse than drugs for messing with your mind. Especially the pregnant women in peril movies. Those were the worst. Elizabeth shook her head to refocus her thoughts. She had given Lucky all of two seconds to react to her news and ran probably before her words even started to sink in.

Hell it had taken her a week to even start to realize she was actually pregnant. If it hadn't been for Robin, she would have walked right back to the car without making an appointment, taking the brochures (which she had deemed worthless about three seconds after reading) or getting her vitamins filled. Robin could say the words baby, pregnant, father, mother with ease. She had frozen up and changed the subject every single time.

On some level, Elizabeth was aware it was ironic she had been so freaked out by the news. It wasn't as if she hated kids. She was a preschool teacher! Lucky was a single father! And it wasn't as if the idea of having kids had never crossed her mind. She had always assumed one day it would happen, when the time was right and with the right guy. It had never occurred to her the right time would be six months into a relationship, while she lived with her grandmother and his son was just beginning to not hate her.

She had still been unsure about everything until that first appointment. Using the ultrasound, Dr. Lansing had shown her the outline of the baby on the monitor. After gazing at the hazy image for a few silent minutes, for some reason her panic had started to lesson. Oh she still had doubts as to her ability to do the whole motherhood thing. She still was mastering not losing her cell phone in her car; the concept of being responsible for another human being was terrifying. But the denial was gone. Even if you did need someone to point it out to you, there was no denying the baby in the picture.

Moving her way across the room, Elizabeth picked up the rectangular objected, wrapped in shiny silver paper from her vanity. Turning the package over, she smiled as she sank down onto the white duvet cover of her bed. It was just exactly like her, Elizabeth realized. She had finally figured out the perfect way to tell Lucky the news, and she had gone and screwed up the moment herself. If she tried hard enough, she could probably figure out someway to blame Patrick for this, but the truth was this was her fault. She had over reacted and blurted the news out. And now Lucky was probably wondering why he had dated such a freak.

"Elizabeth?"

The voice from the still open window caused her to jump up startled. Immediately she flashed on the idea of a serial killer but dismissed that as silly. Why would a serial killer target anyone in a town as small as Port Charles? It would be way too easy to figure out. And she doubted a random psycho would know her name. Glancing toward the window, she dropped the present on the floor when she saw Lucky's form sliding in through the window. She raced over to help him steady himself. "Lucky! What are you doing?"

"I was in the neighborhood. Just thought I would drop in." He smiled as he brushed the snow out of his hair and directly onto the carpet.

She socked him in the arm. "Smart ass. Is there some issue you have with the front door?"

"Nothing. But I couldn't figure out what I was going to say to your grandmother, your brother, and the three people I saw in the living that I assume are your parents and sister. I didn't think 'Hi Mrs. Hardy. Elizabeth just told me she was pregnant and ran. Mind if I go upstairs and see if she's here?' would work too well."

He was joking. At least she was somewhat sure he was joking. It had to be a good sign right? Sitting down on the bed, she nodded at his point. "True. But how did you know this was my window?"

Sitting on the floor across from her, Lucky cocked an eyebrow. "I've only heard two people ever talk about leaving their window open during a snow storm to smell the snow and one was fictional. I took a chance."

"Good point." Elizabeth bit her lower lip and studied the pattern of the carpet. Her left leg couldn't stop shaking. Silence grew between them as Elizabeth searched for the right words to say. If only she had handled this better she could have just stuck with the speech she had prepared for Christmas. A gentle pressure on her left knee caused her to look up and directly into Lucky's green eyes. His hand rested on her leg, using the smallest of squeezes to stop it from shaking.

"We need to talk," he whispered.

"I know." Elizabeth slid off the bed, ending up only inches away from where he sat. Lacing her fingers with his, she took a breath. "This wasn't the way I was planning on doing this."

"I hope not or else I'll ban you from planning all surprises of any kind." He joked. "Let's just start with the basics. When did you find out?"

"It was after I thought I had the flu. So right before Thanksgiving."

"Almost a month ago?" his voice was incredulous. She had kept this quiet for almost a month? When was she planning on telling him? When she went into labor?

"I know. It sounds horrible. But I was in shock. Even though the home test said I was, I had convinced myself I wasn't. So when Dr. Lansing said, 'Congratulations,' I freaked."

Lucky couldn't argue that. Elizabeth could freak out over nothing better than his sister. Give her a legitimate freak out opportunity and it was probably more surprising it only took her a month to tell him.

"And I was going to tell you at Thanksgiving but then Patrick got sick and it didn't feel right to tell you that when everyone was worried about him. And then I got this stupid idea to tell you as part of a Christmas present and Robin thought it was just sweet so..." Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the now anti-climatic gift. Reaching over to grab it, she offered it to him with a half hearted smile. "Well, it's a little late now, but Merry Christmas."

Lucky looked down in confusion at the shiny object she had placed in his hands. He could clearly read the message to "hurry up and rip the paper" in her eyes. "What is this?" he teased, slipping his fingers under the tape with ease.

"Just a little something."

"Just a little..." The teasing words died in his throat when he finally saw what was beneath the paper. Inside a simple silver frame with the words "Baby's first picture" engraved at the top, was a sonogram picture. It took him a few minutes but his eyes eventually began to distinguish the lines and make out the small shadowy form of a baby. Their baby. He swallowed back the lump in his throat. "Wow."

"Apparently your child is very at ease in front of the camera. Who could have guessed that one?"

"How far along?"

"About four months." She managed. "So it's a good thing you know now because I don't think I could hide it any longer." She smoothed the fabric of her blouse flat to reveal the definite swell of her stomach. "Apparently your child also is afraid of never eating because I am gaining weight like there is no tomorrow here. Dr. Lansing is surprised I've put on as much as I have."

His eyes widened slightly at the undeniable proof of the child living inside of her. Well that explained whey she had suddenly developed a love of loose clothing. And why she had been using every excuse in the book to not stay with him. While he hated to admit his mother had been right and Elizabeth had been avoiding her, he could completely understand the reason. Any hint of this in the air and his mother would have had a field day. Gently he laid his hand on top of her stomach. "So does this mean I missed morning sickness?"

"No. That was the flu."

Looking up to meet her blue eyes, he noticed the trepidation that still lay in them. Of course she was scared. He was too and he had already been through this once before. Not in the exact same circumstances but still. "Hey." He nudged her chin up with his finger. "This is pretty incredible. You know that right?"

Elizabeth smiled shyly. "I've come around to that conclusion, yes."

"Good." Pulling her closer to him, Lucky closed the gap between them with a sweet, slow kiss. When they separated for air, he rested his forehead on hers. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"As long as we have that straight, we'll figure out everything else."