Marie found herself going through a Mcdonalds drive-thru, and drove around town aimlessly, not really sure where she was going. It would be a perfect day, if there were such a thing, to take a drive out to her husband's grave; but as only the MIA Walt knew where Hank was, she decided on a happier place.

It was the park. The park where she first met Hank, where Skylar insisted on introducing themselves to the handsome young man who'd caught Marie's eye. Looking around the peaceful place, with only a handful of kids playing, she settled on setting on a park bench, where, hopefully, she could find a moment of peace.

It would be hard to find the total moment of silence that she'd been craving, with the knowledge that her bodyguard lurked somewhere in the background. But for now, she had the warmth of the sun hitting her face (she had to pull out her sunglasses from her purse. In doing so, she discovered the ultrasound photo that she'd tried so hard to forget about.)

Bringing the photo out and examining it carefully, there really wasn't much to look at. She had to squint if she wanted to make out much of anything. But there, in black and white, was undeniable proof of the life that was forming inside of her. And to tell the truth, she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it.

She'd been through this once before. She'd been pregnant once, but the first time she and Hank went to the doctor, it had been a very different time. There had been no heartbeat; not a viable pregnancy, the doctor had told them. For a while she had blamed Hank, for his job, for not being there for her. And true to fashion, Hank had pulled away, not knowing how to comfort her. That was when he decided to try his hand at his beer. Marie had resented him for pulling back, for not being there, but in hindsight, she saw that that was his way of dealing with the sadness that had apparently hit him as well. There were so many things she'd do over again if she could.

Staring at the ultrasound picture, she realized this child had something that her other one didn't; it had a chance. Their first one, from the time they went for their first ultrasound, well, it just wasn't meant to be. It wasn't fair. Now that she was carrying an apparently healthy child, Hank wouldn't be there to help her raise him, to enjoy every twist and turn that parenthood brought with it.

She wouldn't cry. She couldn't allow herself to break down, not here in public. There was still so much to do. They had to find Walt, and most importantly, they had to find Hank. She hadn't talked to Gomez's wife yet; that was a conversation a long time in coming, but how could she share her news with Steve's wife when she probably blamed Hank for the disappearance (Marie still couldn't bring herself to say the other 'd' word) of her husband. There was so much for Marie to do, yet every day was a struggle, every minute it was a matter of just trying to stay afloat.

There in the distance at that park something caught her eye. It was a father playing football with his young son. It wasn't fair; that should have been Hank and their child. That was all Hank had asked the first time they had found themselves pregnant.

Hank had turned to making beer, she had found herself drawn to Flynn. He really was a sweet kid. No matter how it had come to be, Marie wouldn't trade a second of her relationship with her nephew for all the money in the world. He loved her unconditionally, and she knew she could count on him to cheer her up, no matter how low she was feeling.

She hadn't been back to her home yet- when she had tried, she and her police escorts had found that it had been broken into. But she ordered her driver to take her back there. After he had searched it and found it relatively safe, Marie went in for a minute. She went to the garage, where papers were still scattered everywhere.

But they were there.

"Jesus Christ, Marie, they're minerals!"

She smiled at the thought of Hank yelling at her as he enjoyed his little hobby. Walking over to a box that had been undisturbed for the most part, she picked out a small but beautiful rock (mineral) and tucked it in her purse, next to the ultrasound photo. It was at that moment she made a decision, maybe not a conscious one, but a decision nonetheless. Hank would live on, and she would spend the rest of her life making sure of that.

She picked up the phone. "Skylar- it's me. I was wondering if I could come over. Yes, I had my doctor's appointment. Everything's going to be okay." She sighed, and for the the first time in a long, long time, she smiled. "Everything's going to be okay."

TBC