Will's lips followed the curve of Karen's shoulder as his hands trailed down her waist. She bit her lip as disappeared under the sheet, his tongue tickling her bellybutton. As he kissed his way back up to her face, she closed her eyes and relaxed her head against the fluffy white pillow, succumbing to the moment. All of her worries about Stan and the baby had melted away as Will had slowly and passionately undressed her, enveloping her in a murmur of "I love you"s and gentle kisses.

As he entered her, her legs instinctively wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him as close to her as was physically possible. His breathing was heavy as she ground her hips beneath his weight, anticipating his matching movements. He pressed his cheek to hers as he began thrusting, focusing his eyes on the sunlight slipping behind the horizon and his mind on the perfect mixture of love and lust that was coursing through his veins for this woman.

In a matter of minutes, Karen was throwing her head back as her orgasm hit her, grasping the sheets around her in a fist of passion. Will buried his face into her neck as he came, the smell of her hair amplified by the heat of their bodies. He rested his head against her sweaty chest as they caught their breath. Karen's fingers gently twisted through his hair as he listened to her heart beats slow.

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you," Will breathed, not moving from his position in Karen's arms. She didn't say anything, just leaned her head down to kiss the top of his. He moved a hand to her lower stomach. Karen sighed.

"What?" Will asked, sliding up next to her so that they were face to face.

"Nothing," Karen shrugged. She smiled. "I love you."

Before Will could answer, there was a knock from the front door of the suite. Karen and Will looked at each other.

"Just pretend that we're not here," he whispered, snuggling in to kiss her cheek and ear. He figured it was probably just the hotel manager coming to make sure their stay was alright, or a maid dropping off an extra set of towels. But Karen was worried. She pulled away from him and sat up, listening. Another knock, three in rapid succession.

"Karen?" Stan's voice called from the other side of the door.

"Shit," Karen whispered, quickly jumping from the bed. Will practically fell out of the bed as he hurried to find his boxers.

"Get in the closet," Karen instructed, collecting his clothes from the floor next to the bed and throwing them at him. He looked at her questioningly as she tied her bathrobe around her and combed through her hair with her fingers. Stan knocked again. "Coming!" Karen yelled. She looked at Will's confusion. "What? Get in there!"

"Don't you want me to be here with you? For moral support?" he whispered.

"No!" she answered him, pushing him into the large closet that was housing all of her clothes. "Keep quiet!"

As soon as the wooden double doors had closed, Karen dashed through the kitchen and living room to the door. She took a deep breath before pulling it open, revealing a tired-looking Stan, suitcase in hand. He gave a faint but genuine smile as soon as he saw her, dropping his bags to pull her into an embrace.

"Stanley!" she greeted him as he kissed her cheek.

"Hi, sweetie," he whispered.

"Come in, come in," she instructed, pulling him into the suite as he grabbed his suitcase.

From inside the closet, Will couldn't hear much of what was going on in the next room. He heard the main door close and soon after, Stan's voice grew louder as he and Karen entered the bedroom. Through the slit between the doors, he watched as Stan removed his coat and threw it on the bed. Neither of them said anything as Stan turned his attention back towards Karen, and Will's hands instinctively balled into fists as he watched Stan pull her towards him and kiss her fiercely.

Stan pulled back and studied Karen.

"Why aren't you dressed?" he asked her. Her eyes darted nervously to the bed she had just shared with Will.

"Oh, uh...I was just getting ready to take a shower," she lied. Stan bought it, and kissed her again.

"I missed you," he told her, breaking their embrace to open his suitcase. Karen smoothed her hair, fidgeted.

"Stanley there's…there's something I need to tell you," she told him, barely choking out the words. A bead of sweat formed on Will's brow as he watched Stan slowly look up from a pair of Dockers to meet Karen's eyes.

Just then, Karen's cell phone started ringing from the bedside table. All three pairs of eyes landed on it, buzzing and humming away in the midst of the tense moment. No one said anything as the little tune started over.

"Are you going to get that?" Stan asked, looking back at Karen. She nodded quickly and went to pick it up.

Will's palms were sweaty. He couldn't stand this anticipation any longer. Karen answered the phone.

"Hello?...Yes, this is her."

Will's breath caught in his throat. The doctor's office? Karen's voice snapped him back to the moment.

"Oh, hello. Thank you for calling," she shot a glance at Stan, who had once again busied himself with unpacking. Her heart was pounding.

"Oh, I'm not? I see." Will frowned as he heard Karen say the words. Through his narrow field of vision, he saw Karen looking directly at him. Her eyebrows were pulled tight and the corners of her mouth were slightly downturned. "Well, thank you for clearing that up," she continued. She was doing that voice that was extra-steady that she always did when she was on the verge of tears. She turned away from Will in the closet as she closed the cell phone and placed it back onto the table. Hurriedly, she wiped away a tear or two before turning back towards Stan. Will felt sick to his stomach.

"What was that about?" Stan asked.

"Oh, um…nothing," Karen replied. Will's head was spinning.

"So what was it you wanted to tell me?" Stan asked. Karen took a deep breath, and went to sit on the bed next to where he was unfolding undershirts.

"I wanted to tell you that…" she twisted her wedding ring. "I just…I missed you too," she finished. Will's mouth fell open. Was she really doing this? This was not the plan! He watched in disgust as Stan abandoned his suitcase to capture Karen's mouth with his own and run his hands over her breasts. He kissed down her neck, leaving her free to shoot a glance in Will's direction. She didn't let her eyes rest on his, brooding and barely visible through the tiny crack in the doors, though. She couldn't bear it.

"Why don't I join you in the shower?" Stan asked, as he released Karen momentarily to remove his tie. She turned her focus back to him and smiled seductively. Without waiting for an answer, Stan scooped her up in his arms and kicked open the bathroom door next to the closet. Will flinched as the door closed next to him; Karen's giggled mixing with the running water of the shower.

In a fit of hurt and rage, Will busted out of the closet. He quickly pulled on his clothes and cast one last look at the bed before turning towards the living room to leave. He should have known she would never leave Stan for him. The only reason she had even considered it was because of the baby, and now there was no baby. It was all over, before it even began.

On his way out, Will slammed the door, not really caring if Stan heard or not.