"You're lying," he hissed as he stepped forward, causing her to back up a step and wedge herself in the corner, feeling like a caged animal. "What do you want from me?"

"Nothing! This is going to be Alan's baby!"

"Oh, your husband? Who's had a vasectomy, so the likelihood of him fathering said baby is slim to none? Please, we both know that that would be a lie. Are you planning on keeping that lie up forever?"

Erin blinked a few times as she tried to think about what answer, and the first tears began to tremble at the corners of her eyes. "It's not a lie. This is his baby."

"You are a horrible liar, Erin. I don't know why I didn't see that before. And I'll have you know that I love my wife, far more than you love your husband." Before she could say another word, Aaron was leaning into her space and capturing her lips in an angry, hungry, kiss. This was the last thing that she had ever expected, and so she didn't push him away automatically, instead allowing his arm to close around her waist and draw her closer to him as he walked her through the hall into her living room and down onto the sofa, kissing her all the way, even as his other hand fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, yanking a few of them a little too hard and loosening the threads as he shoved the halves of it apart in order to caress and squeeze her bare flesh, shoving her bra up towards her neck in an effort to have free access to her breasts.

Again, it felt like her brain was two steps behind her body in its reactions, and she let out a little mewl of a cry when she felt him tug off her panties and stroke her vulva a few times in order to arouse her before thrusting into her almost ready body. "Aaron!" she cried out, feeling desire and shame mingle in her as they continued to rut like animals on her sofa.

"Hush," he said harshly before capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as he quickly finished, leaving her hanging on the precipice of an orgasm. "I don't know why I put myself in these situations. This is so toxic. What am I going to tell Haley?" he said beneath his breath as he climbed off her body, staring down at her nudity. Erin shrank into a ball as she tried to hide her body from his gaze. "You're not saying a word about this. To anyone."

"Why would I? This is my greatest shame," she whispered as she looked away from him, hating herself more than ever. Now that she could think rationally, she knew just how culpable she was in this fiasco. "Just, just go. This is not your baby, it never was." Closing her eyes, she listened to him storm out of her house before bursting into harsh sobs, not bothering to right her clothes as she let her emotions out. Finally, she felt cried out, and she sat up, pulling her panties off her ankle and righting her bra before buttoning her blouse as best she could before getting to her feet and stumbling over to her purse, grabbing out her cellphone and taking it upstairs her bedroom.

Dropping the panties into her hamper, she then stripped out of her clothes and put the skirt and bra in the hamper as well before wrapping her robe around her body and making her way into the master bathroom, filling the bathtub with water before dropping the robe to the floor and climbing in. As she allowed the warm water to lap at her skin, Erin unlocked her phone and scrolled through her contact list until she came to Ms. Garcia's office number. Calling it, she brought the phone to her ear and waited to be connected to the woman, hoping that her voice would sound normal, that it wouldn't give away how upset she currently was with herself. She knew that there would be some people who would say that what had just happened between her and Aaron was less than consensual, but she could have stopped him, she could have said no, once her mind recognized what was going on. Instead, she had let her body's primal urges take over and for what? A quick fuck on her sofa that meant nothing to either of them.

"You've reached the office of Penelope Garcia. How may I help you?"

The younger woman's voice cut through her thoughts and she drew in a deep breath. "Ms. Garcia, this is Erin Strauss. I thought that I had saved David Rossi's number in my contact list, but I cannot find it. Would you be so kind as to send it to my cellphone?"

"Of course I can do that, ma'am. It might take me a minute or two, but I'll send it along as soon as I find it."

"Thank you, Ms. Garcia."

"You're welcome! Look for that text soon."

Ms. Garcia ended the call before Erin could say another word, and she sighed a little as she set the phone on the edge of the tub, sinking down in the water a little as she tried to wash the feeling of shame off her skin. As her hand brushed against the gentle rise of her stomach, she choked back a sob, wondering how she would let Alan know that she was pregnant. She didn't want to tell her husband about this, things had been rocky enough between them in the last few years, since she still had issues with the fact that he had gotten the vasectomy in the first place. He would know, from the moment that she even began to tell him about the miracle pregnancy, that she had cheated on him, and he would be right. Erin knew that the fallout would be bad, no matter what, and that was what she least looked forward to. Which was why she supposed that her first instinct was to reach out to David. He knew what it was like to be facing the disastrous end to a marriage or two, and could likely give her advice on how to navigate the way forward.

Taking a deep breath, she sank beneath the water and looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep from blinking against the water. Finally, the burn of holding her breath was too much, and she rose back up and heaved a few shallow breaths before feeling like she felt back on even keel. The phone rattled against the edge of the tub, and she shook off one hand, trying to get it as dry as possible before picking up the phone and pressing the home button to see who had just texted her.

Here's Agent Rossi's phone number, ma'am. I'm sorry that it took me so long to track down, usually I'm faster than this, but I got sucked down into a rabbit hole by all of his accomplishments, and may have ordered a book or two of his. Anyway, as I'm certain you'll find out in the near future, I tend to ramble a bunch, even in text messages, so sorry! But before I let you go, I just wanted to say congratulations on your little miracle baby! Your husband is going to be so surprised that he's part of that small one percent fail rate! PG

She shook her head a little at the stream of words on the screen, knowing that the younger woman meant well, even if it was just more of a knife twisting in her heart. Unlocking the phone, she touched on the number Ms. Garcia had sent, and brought the device to her ear, praying that David would answer her and be able to her navigate a way out of the mess she was in.