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Sometimes the Hardest Thing and the Right Thing are the Same ; for <user site="livejournal.com" user

One encounter.

One decision to go out, a few drinks, and a very attractive, very flirty guy wearing down her defenses led to his apartment. His bed. And a night full of things Maddie thought she'd never be doing. And now, months later, it's obvious that one of those decisions hadn't been the right one.

She sits in his office, having told the receptionist that it was urgent to see him, and she waits. She fidgets with her fingers, looks around nervously, and considers bolting. But after months of searching with no luck whatsoever, she caught a news story one morning, getting ready for class. And there he was: Tyler Green. The father of her soon to be born baby.

Yeah, it's probably a good idea to at least let him know. Even if she's scared to death of his reaction. This was the right thing to do, right?

...

Right?

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Tyler shrugged, honestly unsure of that. He knew that the responsible thing to do was, to be involved emotionally and financially however he needed to be. But he was pretty sure he wasn't capable of doing at least half of that...He rubbed his hands on the top of his slacks and looked over to her.

"When's it coming again?" he asked, mind shot for details he normally would have memorized in any other situation. Tyler wasn't one to forget.

The last thing that Maddie wanted to do was to trap Tyler into something that he wasn't interested in being a part of. And this was already more than she could have ever hoped for. What did she need? She was moving home to be with her parents at least for a little while. She was still going to go to school. She herself was not financially prepared for a child - but that was one of the reasons she was moving. Would it seem like that's all that she was after if it's what she asked for?

"Weeks. Early November. Um ... I guess ... help with expenses would be good, but ... please don't feel like you have to."

"Don't," he said again, seemingly the way a majority of her words would be met with this time. It wasn't that he wasn't allowing her to talk, just preventing her from saying whatever it was that didn't need to be said. He started to curse again but stopped himself. He figured that wasn't going to help anything, though hearing weeks was going to throw him another point later.

"Don't ride the subway anymore. Get a parking pass for school." He took a deep breath and shook his head. "I don't want a kid." And at least that kept his intentions simple enough.

It annoys her, really, that everything she says apparently isn't worth hearing. But instead of arguing, or even continuing to speak, she just sighs heavily, drops her shoulders and once more looks from her window. It seems the only thing she can do. She understands why he's upset, she really does, but all it does is serve to make her more uncomfortable than she already is.

"I won't be here much longer anyway. Moving back to Wisconsin just as soon as my last final is taken." She glances over and nods. She hadn't really been expecting anything different. "You don't have to be involved if you don't want to be."

He couldn't place the feeling, but there was something definitely coming up in him when she mentioned moving back to Wisconsin. When the fuck had they decided that? When the hell did he decide that they had anything to decide together anyway? That wasn't going to work. Maybe it was a money thing? How insulting would it be to just write her a check now? He figured that wouldn't go over well.

"Alright."

He let out a sigh and reached to turn the key back in the ignition, looking over his shoulder for a minute before pulling back into traffic and heading away from their destination and instead a few blocks over. Boxes, that's what they would need for her to move. Uptown, not to Wisconsin.

They hadn't decided anything of the sort. She had decided, with the information and the suggestions from her parents, that it might be the right decision to make, at least for the time being. She barely knew Tyler, why would she have to discuss anything about her life, since it had nothing to do with him? She didn't come to talk to him as an excuse to get money. She thought it was the right thing to do - to let him know. She's rethinking that decision now, to be sure.

"Okay, then."

She figures he must know where he's going, even if she notices that it's not the right way. Little did she know just what he had planned.

Tyler drove the few blocks without another word. How the hell had he gotten himself into this situation? His only saving grace in it all was that a young girl in New Troops probably couldn't afford anything more than a tiny apartment it shouldn't have been that hard to pack up. Every time he found himself ready to curse aloud, he simply tapped the steering wheel instead.

Soon he was pulling over to a spot almost near the packing supply store and shutting the car off. He almost asked if she wanted to come, but that would have been stupid. Girls couldn't carry shit normally, especially not that pregnant.

"I'll be back."

As far as Maddie is aware, there is not much else that needs to be said. She just wants to go home, which is one reason why she's so confused as to why they're heading in the wrong direction. She worries, though, that she'll just push him that much further if she asks, so she's very quiet, just waiting to see what happens next.

She frowns when they park, and almost asks what's going on then, but he's already got the door open and is halfway out of the car before she's able to.

"I ... guess I'll be here."

Tyler returned to the car no more than ten minutes later, one guy from the store carrying a dozen boxes Tyler was pretty sure would fit in his trunk trailing behind him. It took a minute or two to get them loaded, but eventually the trunk was closed and Tyler was pulling his sunglasses back down over his eyes.

"You've got roommates?" It was just something he assumed, or maybe she had told him at some point. Really, he just wanted to say fuck it all and go drink.

And ... those are a lot of boxes. Maddie is even more confused at this point, her expression clearly showing that. Still, she isn't able to ask what's going on as he gets into the car, because he cuts her off before she even gets started. Her eyes narrow and she shakes her head yes. "Yeah, I do, I've got three of them ... why?"

Tyler shook his head as he pulled back onto the street. "It's fucking stupid for you to move home. And you're too far from campus. You can stay at the apartment until..." He trailed off, obviously meaning that she could come live with him until she was ready to move home. Until the kid was born. He pretty much owed her that, right?

A tiny, offended huff of breath leaves Maddie's lips as she whips her head around to look at Tyler. She'd already had plans! Again, when had they even discussed this turn of events? And after all of this ... why would he offer his own place? Why is he trying to confuse her? Either he's interested in this whole ... thing, or he isn't. "You want me to ... live with you?"

Tyler let out a quick laugh. "Oh, so not even close," he replied, shaking his head. "I don't want shit getting worse than it already is. At least if you're there, you're not in whatever the fuck Wisconsin...and, you know." He could help. Whenever he actually managed to wrap his mind around this.

And that just upsets her even further. "Look - I'm not asking for anything from you, especially not pity. If you don't want me to live with you, then don't offer it. I'm perfectly happy going home to live with my family. At least then, I won't be treated like I'm some sort of ... I don't know ... burden! No, this isn't ideal, but it's happening. And you don't have to be a part of anything if you don't want to. Don't start being chivalrous just because you feel like you have to!"

So maybe she's getting a little bit emotional. She can't help it.

Tyler was a little surprised at the outburst, not used to that from her, but then again...he didn't technically know the girl. She was just carrying his kid. Fuck, life was complicated. For a guy who liked things simple, that was about as bad as it got.

He stayed quiet until they made it to his parking garage where he could pull in and at least be a safe driver.

When he turned the car off and pulled the keys into his hand, he looked down at them, almost like he was going to offer some sort of sincere thought.

"I don't know what the protocol is here but I'm assuming that writing you a check would be offensive. Not that I'd know what to write on it in the first place," he mused, knowing that he would probably feel obligated to continue adding zeros until he ran out of room.

"I wanna figure this out, for whatever it's worth. Stay here until it's over, then we'll work on it."

It's mostly due to stress and out of whack hormones than it is anything else. Immediately following her words, Maddie regrets them. What had Tyler really done to deserve such a thing? She doesn't apologize, though, she just sits quietly in her seat, wishing to be able to just disappear.

She continues looking from the window, even though there's not that much to see. And when they're parked, once she's unbuckled herself, only then does she look over to watch Tyler carefully.

"If that's what you feel comfortable doing, I wouldn't find it offensive. Not that that's what I want - I mean, it's not what I came here for. I don't require anything from you, you know. She sighs, ducking her head, nodding. "Alright. If that's what you want from me, it's what I can do for you."

Tyler reached up and rubbed his eyes tightly for just a moment, taking at least that to pull himself completely together. Being thrown off wasn't something he did well. When he removed his seatbelt and looked back out the windshield, he let out a quick breath.

"Yep, alright. Let's continue this disaster, shall we?"

Before she could even answer, he was moving from his seat and going around to open her door for her. Shaking his keys back and forth in his free hand almost impatiently.

Well. This was certainly going to be pleasant, wasn't it? Staying with someone she doesn't even know, who considers this whole thing a ... disaster. Sure, it's not ideal, but Maddie certainly doesn't think of this baby as a disaster, or as something that's ruined her life. Trying to stay positive would be difficult if this behavior continued. At least if she had a room of her own, she wouldn't have to hear it all the time. That was something.

Even if she wanted to answer, there wasn't much to say that would make the situation any better. Instead, she tries to get out of the car quickly, even though she can barely see her feet. There really was nothing else to do but to forge on, hopefully making the best out of this new step.

Tyler watched her struggle for a moment before he stuffed his keys into his pocket and held his hand out for her to take. It wasn't so much that he felt the baby was a disaster, but any circumstance around it was so less than idea. Fuck, at least she was legal.

His other hand moved to pull his sunglasses from his face and hooked them into the top of his shirt.

With the car locked behind them, he started over to the elevator to take them up to the high rise apartment.

"I'll get you a key tomorrow...You can just...call my cell if you can't get in for some reason."

She wasn't actually expecting the help, but she murmurs a soft 'thank you', trying to get out as quickly as she can, to stand, wishing that she didn't need as much assistance as she did. But once she was up, she was fine. Maybe it wasn't ideal for either of them, but it's happening, and there was no taking it back.

Maddie follows along, albeit a bit more slowly that she would like, quiet as she listens.

"Thanks. I don't have very many places to go, so I don't think I'll be having a problem with locking myself out."

When they stepped from the elevator, he cleared his throat quietly and led her down the hallway to his door. He didn't even know how well she would remember the place, but he was thankful as ever that the cleaning woman would have been in that morning and it wouldn't be a complete disaster.

"There isn't technically a guest room," he commented as he pushed the door open. "We can order a bed and whatever...get it here today."

As he stepped into the loft, he tossed his keys onto the table running along side the entry way. At the very least, the place was clean and the windows let in the late afternoon light.

"We can uh. Your shit from your place, we can go grab that tomorrow?"

She remembers the way. If things have changed inside, she won't notice, as there were other things she was concentrated on the night she was here, rather than the furnishings and decorations. She wouldn't even mind if it was messy, considering the fact that she lived with three other college students, and had, for a time, worked in a day care center while taking classes.

"Okay," she concedes, "Whatever you think is best."

The last thing that she wants to do is try to ... take over. Really, whatever he thought was best, she wasn't going to argue. Well, for the moment, anyway. There were certain things she wouldn't give up control over.

"Yeah, sure. We're already here, after all."

Tyler sighed quietly and moved to the kitchen to drop his suit jacket over the back of one of the chairs. He went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer and popped it open before tossing the cap to the counter. He was just taking a few moments to himself. Just to pull his thoughts together.

After a long drink from the bottle, he set it to the counter and pressed his hands against the counter top before he looked to her.

"So. I'll uh. Gloria...from the office. She can get you whatever you want. I'll get you her number."

He's more than allowed to take as much time as he needs to think about things, or to at least come to terms with what's happened today. Actually, when she sits on the couch, attempting to get comfortable, it's with the express intention to do exactly the same thing.

At the sound of his voice, she looks up, nodding at the new information.

"Yeah, okay, thank you."

He took in a long breath and tipped his head back, eyes closed to focus.

"Leveling with you, I'm pretty sure I'm going to get drunk tonight. You uh. If you need anything, you can call down to the lobby. They'll take care of it."

Coming to terms with it would probably happen sooner rather than later. But a length of thinking was definitely required first. It wasn't her fault, but the beach ball shape she was smuggling under her shirt made his heart race.

"Do you want me to do anything? For you, I mean."

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