WeeHoo! Again with the long chapters, I think I have found my flow, now if I could just get my freaking 'Shift' key to work properly, it would be awesome. I am having some trouble making it work, so if there is anything that should have been capitalized but wasn't I'm sorry. I try to keep my spelling and grammar under tight supervision and I am rereading this thing like crazy, but if something slipped though the cracks forgive me. I am trying.

Peace

Syler looked over her shoulder at Don, who was trailing behind her holding her hand loosely as they entered the drug store he had driven them too, still in the dark about what they could be doing here, "Seriously Sy, I can handle, it just tell me why we are here."

She looked at his skeptically, "I know, I just didn't want to tell you before, because I knew you wouldn't drive me here if I told you what we needed to pick up."

Don paused just short of the first isle the grip he held on her hand effectively bringing her to a halt as well, squinting at her as he tried to think of something that you could buy at a drug store that he would not have driven her there to get. Of course his search came up empty, because the minute she turned her jade eyes on him he was putty in her hands, but he didn't think she needed that particular stroke to her ego.

After a long moment, of her looking away from him, and reading the labels of the peanut butter beside her, he tugged at her hand bringing her close enough to hear his whisper, "Syler," He paused still raking his already disheveled brain, "What exactly are we here to get?"

Looking up at him, the picture of innocence written on her face, she thought carefully stretching out the silence between them , "Exactly?" She repeated with the same stress he had placed on that word moments before.

"Exactly." He confirmed, nodded his head.

"Well, now I'm not so sure I want to tell you."

She took his moment of distraction and slackened grip, to wrench her hand free of his, and move back towards the other end of the store. He caught up to her in three quick strides, and walked beside her, not bothering to look at where he was going any longer, because this secretive behavior wasn't something that sat well with him. It took him a few moments to realize that she had now stopped moving and he was blocking her entrance to the isle, but she wasn't looking pointedly at him telling him with her gaze to move as he expected her to be.

Her eyes were cast downward and away from him, again looking at the isles instead of at him, slowly he pivoted 360 degrees and faced the last isle he had thought to be in.

"Tampons?" He asked her, wondering why she would not want to be on that isle, she sent him to this isle just before they had left New York, without a second thought to why he would not want to be there.

Shaking her head, she hung it low and passed the brightly colored boxes the ran on either side of her, until she reached halfway thought the isle, where it turned into condoms, thankfully she had walked past there too. Because that was not something he wanted to explain why he was not comfortable with her purchasing while hey stayed under her parents roof, when those boxes disappeared she slowed and faced the right side of the isle when a pang of something he did not recognize hit him like a dagger to the heart.

She was facing the rather large assortment of at home pregnancy tests.

He looked back and forth between the isle and Syler for a few moments trying to stammer out words that couldn't seem to make it from his brain to his mouth in the right order, "Why--but we don't--I mean--You--" He took a moment to look at her stomach, the color leaving his face.

Looking over confused at his lack of coherency, she laughed, "Brooklyn relax, I'm not here for me. It's for Lindsay."

Don paused for a moment, and then realized her throwing up, morning sickness, and he felt a flood of what at first was relief wash over him, because it would have been a hard thing to have told her father so soon after gaining an ounce of trust with him. But once the euphoria of relief had subsided, he felt another harsh pang of what felt a little too much like disappointment.

As Syler sifted though the boxes lying on the shelf, he was trying to decipher what they could possibly mean. Was he really disappointed that Syler wasn't carrying his child?

"Did you seriously think that if I was pregnant this would be the way I chose to tell you?" She asked, looking a little bit hurt.

"No, I just, I don't know. You were asking all weird, and I didn't think that you would be acting about something like this unless you were--" He trailed off, not wanting to let his imagination run wild as he said the words.

She laughed this time, looking away from the two she held in her hands, "I don't want to be doing this because I used to come into the drug store as a kid. The man behind the counter, his name is Doug and he has known me since I was two and now I'm coming in looking for an at home pregnancy test with a man that no one here has ever met before. He knows I am not married, people will talk."

He smiled at the red that rose in her cheeks, "Doug the Drug store owner." He said quietly, humor creeping into his tone.

"Seriously?" She asked him sarcastically, "That is all you got from that? Doug the drug store owner? Can you try and show a ounce sympathy? Please?" Don laughed again, and wrapped an arm around her kissing the top of her head as he did.

"I'm sorry, I'll check it out by myself if you want." She shook her head against his chest and smiled.

"so people can think I snagged one of those creepy men who get pregnant, and go on Opera? No thank you to that. What about this one?" She asked holing up a box that claimed to be the most effective and clear at home pregnancy test in all of North America.

He shook his head bewildered by the bright pink of the box, and looked at all the others which were advertising the same thing, "I don't know, they all look the same to me." He answered honestly.

"Men." She mumbled under breath, and went back to comparing.

Movement from beside them brought both their attentions to the woman standing beside at the end of the isle, "Syler Monroe? Is that you?"

Don watched all color drain from her face, "Mrs. Patterson." She said politely, though her voice was only above a whisper, and the woman moved closer to hear better, a smile gracing the her features as she realized that it was indeed Syler.

"Well it's good to see you dear. It's been what ten years since you came and watched my grand-babies?"

"Yes ma'am." Syler said, barely keeping the panic from her tone, as she tried to nonchalantly move the pregnancy tests down to her side.

Don thought that she would have bee quite pretty when she was younger, her hair still thick and stark white, though her skin did bear the wrinkles of age, it didn't sag off of her face, and her watery blue eyes were full of caring. No doubt a perfect grandmother.

"And it looks like you are going to have to find someone to watch your parents grand-babies." She said, noting the jerking movement Syler had made.

Throwing a look at Don, they both shook their heads, "No we're not--"

"She's not--"

Looking at each other again, Syler shook her head again, "We're not married--"

"Oh don't worry dear I'm too so fashioned I would resort to judgment, times change you've got to change with them. Besides I know connection when I see it, and you two have got it." She said grinning at him.

"I'm not pregnant Mrs. Patterson, Lindsay is."

Cocking her head to one side, she seemed to be trying to recall who Lindsay was, but when she appeared to remember she took a bouncy step towards them, "She is? Oh how delightful."

"Well, she might be. That is what we are trying to find out." Don corrected, grabbing the box from Syler's left hand, "This one looks good babe, lets go."

"Connection, young man," She called after Don, "Connection."

Syler came to a halt at the counter, looking at Doug who smiled slyly at her as he eyed their purchase, "I'm not really pregnant." She said, motioning to the box on the counter.

"That's what my second wife said to me just after the ceremony." He commented, as he ran the box over the scanner.

Don paid for the test, and took her hand walking from the store.

"See what I mean!' She said exasperatedly, feeling bad after she slammed the rusting door of her old truck that had faithfully driven her all through her driving years in Montana, but after a moment anger again flared up, "You watch by tomorrow morning everyone in the whole town is gonna know about this, and gifts will begin to arrive at the house." Sighing she leaned back against the seat closing her eyes in defeat.

Leaning over he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to his side, "Don't worry about it, I am proud to be your pretend baby daddy."

"You are not going to encourage this, you haven't lived here your whole life, no one in this town even knows your name. People here watched me grow up, just think of what my father will say about this."

Don took a nervous breath, and had difficulty swallowing, "There has to be some way to put this thing to bed." He told her, there was no way he was letting this stupid rumor reach her father ears.

"Nice choice in words babe." She said, leaning further into him a closing her eyes, there was so way she could let her father get wind of his. Or he would make sure that Don could never get anyone pregnant. Ever.

Haha, don't you just love invasive old people? They are just the best in those awkward tense situations aren't they? Hope it was up to all your reading standards, and please show me the love! You know you want too :)