"He could have saved who?"

"Liam."

"Kate I don't understand, how could he save the baby if he didn't save you?"

She locks eyes with him, "We didn't go up there to tell them that I was pregnant. We went to his parents house so that they could meet their grandchild. We made that trip so that they could meet Liam."

His heart sinks, "What do you mean, meet him?"

"Rick, I wasn't pregnant when the accident happened, if that's what you thought."

"Oh," is the only thing he can manage to say.

"My son was in the backseat of that car. I am angry because Tony chose me. He thought my life was more important. If he hadn't saved me maybe Liam would still be alive," she explains.

She lies in the grass, near a guard rail. She watches in horror as she sees the look on Tony's face as he realizes that there is nothing he can do. She watches as the flames quickly engulf the entire car. She watches as her car burns with her son still in the backseat. Before she can scream, or cry out her world fades to black.

"What are you telling me?" He questions, nearly on the verge of tears himself.

"I had a son. For twenty seven days, I had a son," she sobs uncontrollably.

He says nothing. He leans forward, and snakes his arms around her. He holds her close as she sobs. She buries her head in his shoulder. He holds her, never wanting to let go. Eventually she lets go of him.

"Kate, I had no idea," he admits, solemnly.

"How could you? I am not supposed to remember. I have never told anyone."

"I am so sorry."

"My dad went to my apartment before I got home. He took down every picture. He got rid of the crib, and the changing table. He removed any trace that my son was ever there. He went to my precinct. He told my co-workers what happened. When I went back to work I was still supposed to be on maternity leave. None of them asked, because they were instructed not to. He thought it would be easier if I didn't remember."

"What made you remember?"

"The battery in my watch died. I had put a picture of him inside of it a few days after he was born. I wanted to make sure that when I went back to work that I could still have him close to me."

"Why didn't you ever tell me this?"

"I have never told anyone," she reminds him.

"So why are you telling me now?"

"Because I am going to marry you, you have the right to see all of my baggage, no matter how ugly it is."

"Your dad really thought that you wouldn't remember?"

"I think that he just hoped that I would forget. I think he thought if no one mentioned it maybe I would never remember."

"How could you forget nearly a year of your life?"

She shrugs, "I don't know. I did for a few days, and then I came crashing into a cold, harsh reality."

"I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better."

"There is nothing you can say, or do to make it better. No one can. Nobody can fix what happened. Nothing can bring him back. I can't change what happened, no matter how much I want to. I felt so helpless that night. I realized he was still in the car, and by that point it was in flames. I couldn't do anything to save him," the tears continue to roll down her cheeks, "And when it was over there was nothing left."

He furrows his brow, "What do you mean nothing left?"

"All that was left was ash."

"I am so sorry."

"It doesn't bring him back. Nothing can bring him back."

"You blame Tony?"

"I blame him. I blame myself. It doesn't matter who I blame it never gets better. Nothing I do ever makes it any better," the tears fall from her face, "It never gets any easier."

"No," he agrees, solemnly.

"Not a single day goes by that I don't think about him. Every day I wonder what my life would be like if that accident never happened. I question who he would be now, who he would have become. His birthday was last month, he would have been six. I miss him every single second of every single day," her voice cracks.

"Can I ask what he was like?"

She nods, looking past him. She takes a deep breath, and wipes some of the tears from her face, trying to regain her composure. "He was incredible. He was a beautiful little boy. He was a content baby."

"I never would have guessed that you wanted a child."

"I didn't," she admits, "I didn't know that I wanted a child. It was never a consideration until I found out I was pregnant. To be honest at first I wasn't entirely sure what I wanted to do. I was afraid that having a baby would ruin my career. When I first found out I was so sure that having a child wasn't something that I was interested in."

"What changed?"

She takes a seat on his couch, staring at him nervously. He takes a seat in front of her, on the sturdy wooden coffee table.

"I just thought that you should know," she explains.

His lips creep into a smile, "This is great news."

She furrows her brow, "It is?"

"Yeah," he nods.

"How?"

"We're having a baby."

"First of all there is no we. Second of all I am not even sure that I want to keep it."

"If you don't want to keep it then why are you even bothering to tell me?"

"Because I thought that you had the right to know. I thought that you would want to give your opinion."

"I think that you already know how I feel."

"I can guess."

"Look I am not going to stop you from making whatever decision that you feel is best."

"I feel a but coming."

"But I think that you should wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Make a doctor's appointment to confirm the pregnancy. After you have the appointment then you can decide. Don't make a hasty decision."

"Okay," she agrees.

Days later she sits in an exam room on a cold table. Much to her chagrin Tony sits in a chair, next to her. She wears a paper gown, and prays for the appointment to end rather quickly. The doctor enters the room. He asks questions, which she answers. Moments later she finds herself staring at a monitor. A black and white image appears. Then a sound fills the room.