The needle was cold against her finger and she twitched slightly as it pricked her skin. Will squeezed her other hand as the nurse held the small vial up to Karen's tiny puncture.

"All done," the French nurse proclaimed, slapping a band aid around the end of Karen's finger.

"Thank you," Will told her as she nodded and left the small clinic room, closing the door firmly behind her.

"That wasn't so bad," Karen announced, smiling at Will. He scrunched up his mouth.

"Karen, why are we here?" he asked her. "We already know you're pregnant."

Karen sighed.

"I just want to make sure, honey," she told him. "I've gotten false results from those disposable tests before." Karen hopped down from the examination table and went to slide her shoes back on. Will understood her rationale, but he was starting to feel like there was some other motivation for her insistence on getting a blood test. But for now, he let it go.

"So I was thinking we could go get some ice cream after get out of here," he suggested. Karen didn't respond as she dug through her purse.

"Hey are you still leaving tomorrow?" she asked him, setting her purse onto the exam table next to where he was sitting and emptying its contents. Will frowned at her.

"Uh…I haven't changed my flight yet, but I wasn't planning on it…did you hear what I said?"

"Hmm?" Will grabbed her wrist and she finally looked up at him.

"Oh…uh, yeah," she smiled at him, but he could tell that her thoughts were still far away. "But honey I thought maybe we could just go back to my place," she teased, moving between his legs to kiss the soft skin around his ear.

"Yeah…we could do that…" as much as Will was enjoying Karen's attention, he was confused. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah, honey, I'm fine," Karen replied, moving her mouth to his jaw and neck. He suddenly put both hands on her shoulders and held her away from him to look into his eyes.

"Karen."

She sighed.

"This is just all so much so soon, Will," she admitted, and he took her in his arms. "Stan's going to come back eventually, and I just don't know if I can…" she looked up at him. "I don't know if I can do it."

"Well, you don't have much choice now," he told her. He tried to make his voice sound comforting but he was panicking. Would she back out?

"I know and I hate that," she told him. "I hate not having a choice." He knew that. "And I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"Oh having another miscarriage…of anything going wrong," she confessed.

"Karen…"

"I'm 41, Will. Not exactly prime child birth age."

Will stroked her cheek with his hand.

"It's going to be fine, Karen. And no matter what happens, I'm going to be here with you. All the way."

"I know." The thought didn't comfort her as much as it should have.

There was a knock at the door before it was pushed open by the nurse.

"Well, Mrs. Walk-air," the nurse addressed Karen in her thick, French accent. "I have sent ze sample to ze lab, so we will call you later today. You are free to go."

"Thank you," Karen told her. The nurse nodded politely and left the room.

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Will ran his fingers through Karen's mahogany tresses as she flipped through the fashion magazine situated in the crook of her crossed legs on the bed. Will sat up on his knees behind her, massaging her neck and shoulders, taking in the scent of her hair.

"What are you going to tell Stan?" he asked her. She hesitated, caught off guard by his mention of Stanley.

"Well, I guess I'll just tell him…" Karen paused, thinking. She had been so wrapped up in the idea of having a baby for the past 24 hours that she hadn't even formulated a plan of action for once her husband returned from China. "…that I'm not happy with him anymore."

Will plopped down onto the mattress on his side, propping himself up with one elbow.

"So you're not going to tell him about the baby?" he asked. Karen flipped a page in the magazine.

"I don't think so," she responded, nonchalantly. "At least not yet."

"You know you're going to have to find another divorce lawyer," Will told her. She hadn't thought of this. "I can't represent you, you know. Given the…circumstances." He put a hand over hers and smiled.

"Yeah, well, I'll worry about that when we get back to New York," she told him, closing the magazine and tossing it onto the floor next to the bed. She laid down next to him and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"When is Stan going to get back, anyway?" Will asked. There was no reason for his voice to be loud - their faces were only an inch or two apart.

"I don't know," Karen shrugged. "He called two nights ago and said he thought it would be soon but he didn't know exactly when." Her stomach twisted into knots as she anticipated his arrival. She wasn't particularly looking forward to what she was going to have to tell him.

Will scooted himself closer to her and kissed her lips softly. She wrapped her arm across his torso and nuzzled her face into his, feeling his warm breath on her mouth. His hand caressed her back. He knew she was scared. He was scared himself. This was the most out of character thing he had ever done - getting his biggest client's wife pregnant and then standing by her as she left him. How would this all play out? Theirs was a world of uncertainties, and it was all their fault. Two weeks ago, they had been living perfectly safe and normal lives. But they weren't happy. And this spontaneity, this romanticism and the new sides they brought out in each other was the brilliant thing about their relationship. Karen made Will unpredictable and made him embrace life. Will made Karen sensitive and selfless. They were all of these things already, but they needed each other to draw all of their best qualities out.

Karen rolled on top of Will and began unbuttoning his shirt. He noticed her fingers trembling slightly. When she had gotten half way down the column of buttons, Will sat up and pressed his chest into hers, wrapping his arms around her tighter than was comfortable for Karen. But she didn't mind - his sudden embrace brought tears to her eyes. She reciprocated by wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling them as close in their sitting position as they possibly could be. His heart beat echoed against her own.

Will relished the moment. God, he loved her.