Will's POV

My head was killing me when I woke up. This time, though, it was sore, very unlike the hangover. My vision was so blurry I thought I had film covering my eyes, but it cleared soon after. And, right above me, Tamara was standing above me, crying.

"Hello, Missus, and you are?"

She punched me in the shoulder, warranting me to curl up a little. "Don't punch the guy who just got assaulted." I was smiling, but it really did hurt.

"Don't joke with the girl who's boyfriend just got assaulted."

"So, I'm your boyfriend now?" I was smiling, but I could tell she was obviously bothered by me joking.

"Will, please shut the hell up."

"Fine, I'll stop."

Now she was smiling. "And when you get out, I was thinking…," she said, moving her hand over my thigh, "we could have a little fun."

"Did the doctor say I was clear for that?"

She looked disappointed. "He said you should probably wait a week or two to make sure everything's ready to go."

I took her hand and pulled her onto the bed, setting her head on my chest and running my fingers through her long, dark locks of hair.

"Well, not right now, but once I'm cleared I think I can ignore a doctor's order."

"It's probably not smart, Will. They recommend it for a reason."

"Whatever that reason is, I can risk it."

She bit her bottom lip and leaned into my shoulder; I continued to stroke her hair and used my other arm to cuddle her relaxed body. She closed her eyes, and I was very surprised how comfortable she was with me. People tended to actually be more uncomfortable around me, but Tamara was different. And no matter how many concerns I had about us, I couldn't find myself not wanting to be with her.

The doctor walked in and asked if Tamara could get off the bed, but I told him that she was helping calm me down. However reluctant, the doctor said it was fine and just went over a set of test results they took when I was unconscious. Essentially, I was fine. So, I was let out of the hospital an hour later, and Tamara became an overprotective smother almost immediately.

Tamara left some of her things at my house so she could stay over while taking care of me, but after almost two days of painstaking smothering from Tamara, (and a bunch of fun time if you know what I mean) I decided it was time to tell her that I didn't need her to treat me like one of the children she babysat. So, even though she told me to stay off my feet, I walked to the door to talk with Tamara when she opened the door to my house. However, she seemed kind of distraught.

"Tamara," I said, "we really have to talk about something."

"First of all, you shouldn't be on your feet. Secondly, I have something I should probably tell you first."

"I really gotta say this, but you go first."

"Thank you. Will—I uh—I…" she stuttered.

"Just say it Tamara, I promise it'll be fine."

"Will, I took a pregnancy test today after some stomach problems today—you know just to be certain—and well, it came back positive."

"Oh—uh—that's—uh…."

She was tearing up a little. "I understand if you need some time, Will. And I understand if you don't want to see me anymore."

I looked up at her, pain in my eyes. "I wouldn't do that. Ima need some time to process, but I promise I'll call you."

"I'm just letting you know it's not certain. It's one test, but I'm pretty sure it was right."

"Just—just—I'll call you later."

"You want me to go?"

"Just for a little while, Tamara. Please understand."

"I do, Will, but I can't say it doesn't hurt. I'll—I'll be waiting for your call."

"Thank you. Tamara I swear I'll call."

"I trust you, Will. Bye."

"Bye, Tamara."

I shut the door, a little bit of me wanting to open it and tell her to come back in, but I knew it was best to think on it for a little while.

Tamara's POV

I had been a little hurt when Will said he needed time, but I couldn't blame him. It would take time for him to adjust; I was still adjusting. I thought of something that might help me out a little: Lucy told me her coworker Angela was on her way to having a second child, and maybe she could help me a little. So, when I parked in the lot outside my apartment, I opened my contacts and called Lucy.

"Lucy, could you give me your coworker Angela's number? I have a few questions for her."

"I mean I can, but do you mind me asking what you want from her?"

I tried to come up with an excuse, and in the next instance I found the perfect one. "A little paper I'm writing on motherhood for my biology class. Thought she could help."

"Good idea. I just texted you her number; hope she can help you with your assignment."

"Thank you, Lucy. Bye."

"Bye." I hung up. It had been difficult lying to her, but I knew it was for the best.

After I decided what I was going to ask Angela about and what I was using as a cover, I called the number Lucy sent me.

"Hello, who is this," a woman's voice asked.

"It's Tamara—Lucy's roommate. I'm working on an assignment for school and thought you'd be a good source of information."

"Hi, Tamara. I'd love to help you with your assignment, just let me know what it's about."

"It's on—um—pregnancy."

"And you figured to ask the lady with a kid and another on the way?"

"Yes ma'am—if that's okay."

"Of course. So, how can I help?"

"I just needed to ask a few questions."

"Go ahead then, ask away."

"First of all," I struggled with what question to ask first, "is pregnancy and childbirth—uh—painful?"

"Yes, it is, but when you have a little one like Jack walking around it makes you realize it was all worth it."

"That—that's pretty sweet. Secondly, though, how old would you consider having a first child?"

"I didn't have Jack until my early to mid thirties, but if you find the right guy I'd say as soon as you're ready. I think if somebody is considering it, they should probably wait till their career is stable."

"So college is too early?"

Angela sighed on the other side of the phone. "Yes, college is a bit early. Tamara, this isn't just about an assignment is it?"

"Please don't tell Lucy. She'd kill me."

"I won't. But, you do need to tell who you think the father is. And based on what I've seen, I'd say it's Will?"

"Yes," I was tearing up again, "thank you Angela, for the help. I should go."

"One more thing, Tamara. I may say it's too early, but things find a way of working out. I promise you that you'll figure everything out. And, Tamara, I'm always here to talk if you need somebody."

"Thank you, Detective."

"It's Angela. I should go, but call me if you ever need any help. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am." And then I hung up. Angela made me feel a little better, but I was still really worried. But it was getting late, and I decided to go up into the apartment. As I did, I realized everything had been moving so fast. Dating Will for three weeks turned into him being unconscious on the pavement—which they still haven't figured out—turned to me taking care of him, turned to me getting pregnant. It was overwhelming.

I opened the apartment door to Tim and Lucy cuddling on the couch, watching a movie. I can't say I didn't wish that was me and Will; no stress about pregnancy, no arguments, and just peaceful relaxation.

I sighed with self-pity at first, but then I laughed for the first time all day when I heard a soft sound out of Lucy's mouth. And that was what made Tim and Lucy jump from under the covers that I realized were moving a little too much.

"Shit Tamara," Lucy yelled, pulling the blanket tight around both of them. "Could've given some warning."

"I'm sorry," I said, giggling, "but I am getting the biggest kick out of this."

"It's not funny, Tamara. Please, just sit in your room for a little while so we can—clean up."

"Fine," I said, still laughing.

So, I walked into my room, laying down on my bed and thinking as Tim and Lucy 'cleaned up.' Then, my phone started ringing. It was Will.

"Tamara, I'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner; I've just had a lot to think about, and what I've ultimately come up with is: I may not be ready for this, but I'm here. I am not ready to be a dad yet, but I am ready to be there for you and this kid. So, Tamara, if you'll take it, I'm glad to be your baby daddy."

I was sobbing, happy. "Will, thank you. I would really love to talk but I have some stuff to talk about with Lucy."

"Not—not this, huh?"

"Not a chance; she'd kill me. Bye Will."

"I love you, Tamara. Bye." And this time, he hung up. And I was crying as hard as ever when I finally processed what he had said.

Lucy opened the door, and I tried hiding my joyful tears; but, she noticed immediately.

"Something wrong," she asked, concerned.

"Actually, the opposite. It was Will."

"And?"

"When he hung up, he said the L word."

"Loser," Lucy asked, obviously joking by the giggling in her voice.

"You know what I mean."

"Two questions, then. Did he really mean it, and did you say it back?"

"Yes, and unfortunately, no."

"Are you gonna call him back and say it?"

"Not yet; I'll let it go naturally. Plus, I told him I had to talk to you about something."

Her eyebrows went up. "And that is?"

"My turn for two questions. Is Tim still here, and were you two using protection?" I giggled a little, but I was also pretty serious about the question.

"Same answer you gave."

"Yes and no?"

"Yup. You have a problem with that?"

"With one, no, but with two, obviously. You could get pregnant! And then, both of us would…" I trailed off as I realized what I almost said.

Now she was suspicious. "Both of us would what?"

"Have to find our own places," I said, sounding more like I was asking than telling.

"Okay," she said, obviously not convinced. "Tim's gonna spend the night by the way. You don't mind, do you?"

I smiled. "Of course not. Just don't be too loud with the "oh Tim"'s."

She went red in the face. "Tamara, please."

"Fine, I'll stop. Good luck. Or are you already lucky? Okay, that's it."

"Thank you. I'm going make some dinner for us, want anything?"

"Yes, please. Thai, if you will."

"Spicy?"

"Of course. Thank you."

"Tamara, how would you feel if I moved in with Tim?" She seemed cautious at first, then she realized something and then tentatively said, "Not yet, though. But in a month or two, I was wondering how'd you feel about the living situation?"

"Lucy, if that's…" I started to say, but she cut me off.

"Of course though, we could buy an actual house with an extra room. I mean he pretty much already lives here and it would be pretty similar," she rated.

I put my hand on hers, trying to calm her down. "Lucy, I would be perfectly happy to move into an actual house with you two. And, unless Will wants me to move in with him at the time, I will. Only if you two are both okay with it. You're like a big sister to me, Lucy. I'd love to, but wait till it actually comes around?"

She smiled, then sighed out in relief. "Okay, Tamara, I just wanted to make sure it was good with you. I'll call you for dinner soon, okay?"

"Yeah." She left and closed the door, and I laid back on the bed. Everything was changing again, but this time, I felt that I was more prepared for it.

Will's POV

I had come to terms with Tamara's pregnancy, with a little help from Wesley, and I decided that if I was going to do this, I was going to do my best job. And then, I realized I had said something before I hung up. I told her 'I love you,' and I meant it. I knew that, but what I didn't know about was fatherhood. Wesley gave me a little insight, and I would ask Grey tomorrow. However, there was a little bit I could learn on my own. So, I opened my laptop and started searching for everything from pregnancy tips for women to how to raise your kid to be a good person. And the worst part: every single sight said something different. And with this confusion fresh in my mind, I decided to sleep it off.