AN: Hello,
This is going to be a Lemon/George story. It starts at the end of episode 4x01. In this episode, the viewer briefly believes that Lemon is pregnant. It quickly becomes clear that this is not the case, but the idea for this story, in which Lemon is the pregnant woman instead of Zoe, immediately arose in my head.
Also, unlike canon, Wade doesn't know about the rivalry between George and Lavon.
Please let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hart of Dixie or any of its characters


Just one night?

When Annabeth handed Lemon the basket with all the pregnancy paraphernalia, Lemon was quite confused. Irritated, she shook her head and handed the basket straight back to Annabeth.

"What's that supposed to be? I'm not pregnant. I've just been with Henry for a month, apart from that we haven't slept together. We're just pretending to be a couple. It turns out Henry has some issues with his family and it's useful for both of us to pretend to be together. For me personally, I'm hoping to get my grandma to give me money to rebuild Fancies.

Annabeth frowned. "Well, of course I've noticed that it's difficult in terms of time. But test results are hard to falsify. That's why I was worried about who you were having a child with and what I didn't know."

Yes..." Lemon suddenly had a strange feeling, even if she couldn't interpret it.

"I'm glad you're not pregnant from some one-night stand." Annabeth laughed. "And the fake relationship, well what can I say, it's almost a habit with you. Only if the test isn't yours, someone else must be pregnant..." Annabeth stared thoughtfully into the air. "Well, I'm off again, I have to find a pregnant woman. And get well soon," she said cheerfully.

"Thank you" Lemon mumbled as Annabeth left her house. Her words had set something in motion in Lemon's head. She felt like there was something she needed to know and had just forgotten.

Lemon frowned as she thought, "Pregnant...".

Suddenly she knew what it was and sat up with a jerk. "NO, Oh heavens please not..."


A few hours later, Lemon sat shocked in her apartment. She felt strangely numb and stared at the tabletop in front of her. Several pregnancy tests were lined up there. All positive. Lemon ran her finger down a calendar, even though she already knew what date she would end up on. "No, no, no," she whispered quietly as panic rose inside her. Finally, her finger came to rest on the calendar. "Eight weeks," she whispered softly.

Trembling, Lemon closed her eyes:

She is standing opposite George. Between them, a bottle of tequila on the table. George pours her a drink and her gaze blurs for a moment as she puts the full shot glass to her lips, even though she knows she's already had too many of them.

They lie together on his bed and George gently brushes a strand of hair out of her face. Somewhere in the back of her mind, an alarm bell begins to ring, warning her. This might not be a good idea. But she has drunk too much and the whole thing feels too familiar to stop. So she leans forward and deafens the sirens by kissing George.

She wakes up. In his bed and with no clothes on. She knows what happened. Knows what they have done.

But Lemon didn't know how bad it actually was back then.

One night. It had only been one night. Pregnant. How was she supposed to manage that? Panic was now taking over.

"I'm pregnant..., Oh God..., What am I going to do?" Lemon breathed softly, even though there was no one around to hear her or give her an answer. It was too much. She couldn't do this. Slowly, she lowered her head into her hands and began to sob.


Wade was cleaning a few glasses behind the counter of the Rammer Jammer when Lemon entered the bar. Wade watched as she stopped a few steps behind the door and let her eyes wander around the room, as if she was looking for something or someone. Then she took a quick breath, and Wade had the impression that a weight was falling from her shoulders. Lemon now walked with purposeful steps towards the bar.

"Hey Wade," Lemon greeted him, looking as if she wasn't really present in her thoughts.

"Hey," Wade returned anyway and looked at Lemon more closely. She looked pale, which meant even paler than usual and despite the make-up, Wade thought he could see dark circles under her eyes.

She had been acting strangely for a few days now. Absent and nervous. Wade had to admit that he hadn't really made time for his friend or given more than a passing thought to her condition. There had been a lot going on at the Rammer Jammer. But the main reason was probably Zoe Hart, who had been taking up so much space in his head lately that there was no room for anyone else.

Now, as Wade watched Lemon flinch when someone yanked open the door of the Rammer Jammer and immediately looked over his shoulder to see who had come in, Wade felt ashamed of his behavior. He should have noticed earlier that something was seriously wrong. Because that was clearly the case.

"Lemon?" he carefully tried to get her attention. Lemon was still startled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he apologized immediately, now even more concerned.

"It's okay," Lemon replied, visibly trying to smile.

"Is everything okay with you at the moment? Are you fine?" Wade wanted to know. "Because honestly, you don't seem like it." he added.

Lemon stared at her hands as she slowly shook her head. "No, I'm not fine."

Wade waited to see if Lemon would add an explanation, but she remained silent. Whatever was going on, Lemon obviously didn't want to talk about it. Actually, Wade would never complain about it if he could stay out of a drama. It was just that Lemon somehow looked so lonely and lost that Wade would really like to help her.

"You know, you don't have to tell me, but if at some point, you do need someone..." Wade shrugged helplessly. "So you know where to find me."

Lemon nodded gratefully, even if Wade didn't know what for. As long as he was only offering her his help, he hadn't helped her anything yet. He sighed briefly. Women were really hard to understand. And Lemon wasn't even the worst.

"If I can't help you any better, then at least you can have a drink, even though I know that alcohol doesn't solve any problems. What would you like? Wine? Beer?"

Wade had no idea what exactly had been so wrong with his words, but it had clearly been something, because Lemon pressed her lips together. "I don't want anything," she managed to gasp out before she suddenly started crying out of the blue.

"Oh God!" Wade whispered in dismay. He didn't want to make Lemon cry. Besides, he had no idea how to deal with it. He didn't even know what was going on or what had caused her tears.

"It's not your fault" Lemon mumbled through her tears "Maybe I should really talk to someone about it. Because I don't know if I can take it any longer."

Wade stared at her in disbelief. Damn, that didn't sound good at all.

"But it would be better if we didn't talk here." Lemon added, wiping her eyes.

"Sure," Wade snapped out of his stupor and walked around the bar so he could help Lemon off the bar stool. He then led her out the back door and into the Rammer Jammer's courtyard. Wade was aware that this was not the best place for a serious conversation, and it looked like this was going to be one. However, he couldn't think of a better place where they could go quickly and be alone. At least there was a bench, which he took Lemon to so that she could sit down. Then he took a seat next to her and looked at her questioningly.

"So," Lemon began, but had to clear her throat before she could speak at all.

"You remember what happened after George and I took over the Fancies and then lost it again to Lily-Anne...?"

Wade wondered if he'd imagined the brief tremor in Lemon's voice when she'd said George's name. "Um, you mean your one special night?" Wade asked with a raised eyebrow and a grin.

"Exactly," Lemon confirmed so seriously that Wade's smile immediately disappeared from his face.

Lemon stared at the floor in front of her feet and tensed her hands as she continued. "That was eight weeks ago. Eight weeks." She repeated. Wade still had no idea where the conversation was going.

"I'm pregnant" Lemon breathed now "Eight weeks. I'm pregnant with George." Lemon's voice broke and with tears in her eyes she looked at Wade.

Wade knew he should say something, but he had to swallow the news first. Now he understood why she had suddenly burst into tears earlier. He had seriously offered alcohol to a pregnant woman to make her feel better. It had probably just been too much. The straw that broke the camel's back. Damn it, Lemon was pregnant. She was going to have a child. The Lemon he had known since they had been children themselves. "Wow," he finally uttered.

Then Wade thought of something that gave him another brief shock. "What about Henry? Have you told him yet?"

For reasons completely incomprehensible to Wade, Lemon laughed shortly at his question. "When you get right down to it, Henry is probably the best thing about the situation. If I tell him, he'll probably just pack his bags and leave."

Wade looked at Lemon in complete confusion, whereupon she explained the whole thing to him. "We're not really together. We're just pretending. He has his own family issues and I was hoping my grandmother would give me the money for the Fancies if I came back with such a "great" boyfriend." Lemon drew quotation marks in the air. "Now it doesn't look like I'll be able to run a restaurant for the next few months, or years, anyway."

Lemon bit her lips. She had let her eyes wander around as she spoke, now she looked back at Wade. "I'm just scared. I'm so scared, Wade."

"Oh Lemon," Wade mumbled, not knowing what to say, instead he put an arm around Lemon and pulled her close to him. Lemon leaned against him and began to cry silently.

Of course Wade could understand that she was scared. He assumed that many women felt that way at the beginning of a pregnancy. Except that Lemon's situation was probably more difficult than just the fear of the new responsibility. She had a child from a one-night stand, if you could call it that. Only this one-night stand had a fifteen-year history. Bluebell's golden couple was going to have a child. But the days when they had been the golden couple were long gone.

Lemon had finally calmed down again to some extent, or perhaps just cried out all her tears. In any case, she now leaned back on the bench. "What should I do now?" she asked Wade helplessly.

He deliberately left a hand on Lemon's shoulder while he answered her. "Do you want to keep the baby?" Wade realized that this was probably the most urgent question.

Lemon's eyes automatically went to her abdomen. "I don't know. But on the other hand, I don't think I could bring myself to have an abortion." Lemon sighed softly. "I really don't know."

Wade thought for a moment, but eventually he knew what he had to tell Lemon now. "You probably don't like to hear this, but there's someone who has something to say about all these things too. He should at least get the chance to, you know that. After all, he is the father. You need to talk to George about this, Lemon."

Lemon swallowed but nodded. "I know." she murmured quietly.