Dolores POV

I woke up the next morning sleeping on the table, Klaus in the floor clutching a spatula, my head laying next to a destroyed pan of brownies. Getting up and looking in a mirror across the room, moving groggily, I saw that my mouth was crusted over in a ring of brown crumbs. I giggled, dusting them off.

I walked over to Klaus, nearly shaking him awake, but decided against it. He was so peaceful looking when he slept. And he was out cold. We hadn't gotten to sleep until four or five, I think. Last night was wild. Pretty sure we spilled an entire batch of batter in the floor and had to start all over again.

Looked over to my side, in front of the oven. Yep. Definitely remembered right. The whole dang floor was covered in batter. I shook my head, smiling and remembering how it had happened. Klaus had opened the oven for me, and I was holding the pan, going to put it in. And then, he shouted, because he saw a fly skirt into the oven, and he didn't want it to die. And then, startled, I spilled the whole thing in the floor, and we fell on the ground laughing for so long.

I grabbed a rag from the counter, wetting it and heading over to start cleaning some of it up. But lucky me, as I approached the spill, I slipped on the corner of it and landed on my butt, right in the middle of it. I laid there, the entire back of my body now covered in brownie batter, and sighed. Closing my eyes, I breathed out fully. I didn't get up. No, I just laid there and enjoyed my circumstances for a minute, smiling with my eyes closed.

'Uh, Dory? Are you good?', I heard, a voice coming from above.

I opened my eyes to see Five standing above me, holding a mug of coffee with one hand on his hip, staring down at me smirking.

'I'm so great.', I responded, smiling as he helped me up. I nearly slipped again as I stood, but he held me steady.

'Good morning, clumsy.', he said, hugging me, his arms trying to avoid the batter. I smiled against his chest.

'Grd mernff', I said, my words muffled against his clothes. He looked at me, pulling away at the top.

'You go shower. I'll go out to Griddy's bring us back breakfast.', he said, making my heart melt.

'So sweet.', I said, walking off, looking back at him. He smiled lightly.

I made my way upstairs, trying not to track batter through the house. Up the stairs, past some rooms, where I encountered Vanya messing with her violin again. I stopped in front of her door, silent for a moment as we just looked at each other, and then we both burst out laughing.

'Did you fall in a mud pit or something?', she asked, still laughing.

'Nah, just went swimming in some brownie batter.'

'Does that mean there's brownies downstairs?', she asked, her mouth dropping open.

'Yep. There's a few left. Go at 'em, if you want.'

'That sounds like breakfast.', she said, setting the violin down on her bed. She almost gave me a hug as she went out, but then backed up, remembering I was covered in batter. We both laughed again, then she walked out and down the stairs.

I walked off to the bathroom, starting the shower up and carefully taking off my clothes and folding them up so they wouldn't get the floor dirty. Once the water got hot, I hopped in and showered.

Washing brownie batter out of one's hair is an extremely odd experience.

I got out, drying myself off, and my hands stopped on my lower stomach. A wave of fear hit me again. I'd forgotten about that for the morning so far. I looked in the mirror, to see if it looked any different. No change yet. But I knew I was right.

When I came out, crying my hair with a towel, I walked into Five's room. Laying on his bed was a pair of sweatpants, some fuzzy socks, and an old t-shirt, along with adequate underwear.

How freaking sweet.

I got dressed and then started back downstairs. My phone buzzed.

'Meet me out in the courtyard.'

Five had texted.

He was sitting out there, a Griddy's bag in the part of the bench next to him, two cups of coffee in his hands.

'You're the sweetest, Five.', I yelled out as I made my way to him.

'Yeah, yeah, don't mention it.'

'Jelly?', I said, picking up the bag and sitting down next to him.

'Would I get you anything but your favorite?'

I smiled down at the bag. 'No, you wouldn't.'

He handed me one of the cups of coffee, and gave me a sweater to put on that he'd brought down. It was a cold morning, but sunny. I shivered, my wet hair laying on my back as I put the sweater on.

We were quiet for a moment as I snuggled near to him and we ate.

'Dory?', he asked.

'Yeah?'

'Where did you go last night?'

Shoot. Would I have to tell him now?

'I went to the bathroom.'

'And then to hang out with Klaus?'

'Yeah, he was awake too and couldn't sleep either, so we hung out.'

He looked at me, questioning with his eyes.

'Dory, I know you. You never have trouble sleeping. You sleep like a baby. Are you okay?'

Yeah. Guess this was happening now.

Might as well rip off the bandage.

I pursed my lips, and opened my mouth to speak.

'Um, something's going on.', I said, my voice wavering.

'What is it, Dory? You know you can tell me anything.'

I breathed out slowly, and took a sip from my coffee.

'Tell me, Dory.'

I sighed.

'I'm pregnant, Five. And I'm scared.', I answered, looking away from him.

He put a hand under my chin, turning my head back to look at him.

'Are you sure?', he asked.

'I'm almost certain of it.'

He bit his lip, looking down. He grabbed my hand, gripping it tightly.

'And… you know…'

'What?'

'There's a chance it isn't yours.'

His face changed immediately, not having realized that yet. He hitched in a tight breath.

'Screw that man.', he said, standing up, putting his hands on the back of his head, walking around in a circle. 'Idiotic pig… screw him!'

I wanted to cry seeing his reaction. I stood up, walking over to him and putting a hand on his arm, trying to calm him down.

'Five, it's okay.', I said, looking him in the eyes.

He flicked his head away quick.

'Okay? Is it really okay, Dory? If you're pregnant with your rapists child, not to mention a five hundred year old dead rapist, will it really be okay?', he said, letting his rage fall out.

'It could just as easily be yours, Five. You know that.', I said, trying to keep my cool, blinking back tears.

He walked away, leaning his head back, putting his hands in his pockets and then rocking back on his heels. He turned back to me.

'But the fact that there's even a chance.', he mumbled, not looking at me.

'Five, you're scaring me. You know I have no control over this.'

He breathed out, then back in. Shaking his head like he was ashamed of himself, he calmed down a bit.

'I know, Dory. And I'm sorry. It's just-', he spoke, and bit his lip.

'I know, Five. I know that's hard to process. I hate it too. I was up crying last night because of this, that's why I left.'

He looked so hurt and sad. I hadn't done anything to hurt him, but it was the situation that caused him pain. I knew the feeling. I felt it all too.

He grabbed me in his arms as I broke down crying, holding me against his chest.

'Don't cry, Dory.', he said, rubbing my back. 'Here's what we'll do. We'll get a fetal paternity test, and hope for the best.'

I looked up at him.

'And if it's not yours?'

He grimaced, but then hid that face.

'Then I will raise it as my own and love you both all the same.'

I breathed a sigh of relief, nestling back in. I knew some part of him would still be upset if it was Henry's. And if it is, my heart would be broken as well. But that's not the baby's fault. Or my fault. Or Five's fault.

'C'mon. Let's finish our coffee, and then we can go to the clinic, alright?', he asked, using the most sensitive voice possible.

I nodded, and we sat back down, holding hands on the park bench, watching our breath fog in the air. And we both knew we were in a sucky situation, but at least we were in it together.