Shawn stood in front of the mirror on her dresser and sighed. She had found out she was pregnant less than 2 hours ago and now she was thinking about how much she was going to change in the next 7 months. She stood parallel to the mirror and looked at her profile. She placed her cold hands on the small bump her stomach and grown into. Smiling, she started to think about what her baby would look like, would he or she look like her... or Derek? Her shoulders slumped and she sighed. "How am I going to tell him? How am I going to tell anyone?"

She looked down at her belly again as she pushed Derek out of her mind. Her tummy was about the size of a lemon and she couldn't fit in any of her jeans. She was nowhere near having to having to shop for maternity clothes, but she did have some shopping to do. She pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. She walked over to her closet and took a hoodie from a hanger. She walked out of her room and she slipped the hoodie on as she sat on her couch in the living room and took her phone out of her pocket.

She stared at the unlocked screen and her finger hovered over the contact icon. "For the love of God Shawn! Just click on it." Using all of her resolve, she pressed it and scrolled through the list. Finding the name she was looking for, she clicked dial and lifted the phone to her ear. "Mel, can you come over? It's really important."

Derek sat on his couch with his feet up on the coffee table and his phone in between his folded hands. He tried to work up the courage to dial Shawn's number and just talk to her the way they used to. Ever since that one night, they never even tweeted each other. It made him physically ill to think about it. He believed everything happened for a reason, so he refused to call it a mistake. He refused to accept that, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't dial her number. He opened his inbox and tried to type a message. But after staring at the screen, he shook his head and erased it.

He wanted to throw his phone and watch it shatter into a million pieces and watch it crumble to the floor just like he let his relationship with Shawn crumble away. He knew it was his fault. He couldn't even say her name without wanting to curl into a ball and disappear. Call it pathetic, but he missed her. He missed hearing her laugh at all his lame jokes, he missed the way she smiled and played with her thumbs when she was nervous, and what he missed more than anything? he missed the golden eyes that could look deep down to his soul.

"What are you doing?" Sarah, his girlfriend, asked. "You spaced out on me, and you've been staring at your phone for the past ten minutes."

"Oh, sorry." A sad smile graced his lips. He looked up at his T.V. and realized the end credits of the movie he supposed to he watching were rolling.

"Who are you thinking about?" the brunette frowned and sighed. She wasn't naive, she knew that he was thinking about the "friend" he was no longer speaking to.

"No one. I guess I'm just tired." His voice was soft and he sounding like he wanted to cry. But she knew he wasn't going to tell her what was actually bothering him, but she also knew he needed to. "We can talk about it ya know?"

He finally looked at her and smiled, "I'm just tired." He hoped she took the hint and decide to leave him to sulk in the comforting confines of his apartment. She leaned over and place a soft kiss on his lips before she got up and gathered her things and walked over to the door, "Go get some sleep. And call whoever it is you keep trying to call. See you later?"

He watched her leave and sat there watching the door wishing he would hear Shawn knock on the door. But that was wishful thinking, and he willed himself to accept that she wasn't coming to his door. He dragged himself to his room and pulled his shirt over his head before he pulled his bed covers back and got into bed. The sun was setting and he looked out his window and watched as it got dark outside. But the sunset brought back sad memories.

He and Shawn used to sit on the roof of the studio and watch the sunset together. Now he couldn't go on the roof without getting frustrated and mad at himself. But he would never be able to get over that unless he talked to her. He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, hoping he could clear his mind.

"YOU'RE WHAT? PLEASE tell me i didn't hear you say you were pregnant. Because I think that 's what i heard you say." Melissa took Shawn's hand in her own and looked at her, her eyes begging to hear her ears were deceiving her.

Shawn shook her head and wiped away the tears from her eyes. "Yeah, I know. I never thought I'd say it either." She inhaled and closed her eyes, "That's not even the craziest part."

"Please tell me you and Ryan aren't back together." Melissa eyed her and prepared to scold her even more. Shawn laughed a little, "No Mel, Ryan and I aren't together and he's not the father either."

"Well then, who is it?"

"It's Derek." Shawn closed her eyes and prepared herself for Melissa to freak out and start destroying her. That would have been easier to handle. But she felt Melissa let go of her hand. When she opened her eyes, she saw Melissa sitting back in the couch with her mouth open in the shape of an "o".

"Damn." Melissa looked over at her and her expression was one of shock and ran her hand over her face and she tossed her bangs back. She folded her legs so that they were crisscrossed

Shawn leaned back and sat Indian style and stuck her hands into the pocket in the front of her hoodie, "Yeah, I know."

"Have you told him?" Melissa asked softly as she turned her head.

Shawn shook her head and sighed, "I don't know how."

A/N: Hey there. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, or even if you didnt, I would really appreciate a review :) Constructive criticism is always welcome and greatly valued.