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

[bestintention]

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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[jolygreen-giant.livejournal.com]

By the time the next morning came around, Tyler was up earlier than the amount of alcohol he consumed the night before should have allowed. He hadn't bothered to dress, just kept his towel wrapped around his hips as he stood over the stove to make his breakfast with the paper next to his plate.

His usually styled hair was slicked back, still damp from his shower. He was aware that she was probably still there. Chances were she wouldn't leave, if he remembered her properly. But she easily could have gone home in the middle of the night. But he needed at least one more cup of coffee before he was ready to deal with that.

[bestintention.livejournal.com]

Maddie was still there, yes, and exhausted from a long night of ... attempting to get comfortable in this new place, made all the more difficult by the knowledge that she probably wasn't even wanted. But she couldn't lie in bed forever, these days, her body worked on a timer, it was was time for breakfast.

Eventually, she forces herself to get up and make her way out to the kitchen. pausing awkwardly the moment that she notices that she's not alone. What exactly is she supposed to ... say? Or do? Perhaps a soft 'good morning' as she attempts to find herself something to eat is enough.

She hopes, anyway.

[jolygreen-giant.livejournal.com]

A stereotypical soft grunt was all he gave in return to her greeting before shoving the spatula back into his pan of eggs. Yeah, there was probably enough to share. Breakfast for two. But he probably would have kicked his own ass if he'd said that much out loud.

His free hand went for his cup of coffee to down what remained of the rather hot liquid, for only a second wondering if he should offer her a cup. But she couldn't, and he realized it before he spoke.

He set his cup back to the counter before he found himself looking over his shoulder to see what she was doing. She was really there, and this was really happening.

[bestintention.livejournal.com]

Well, it was better than being ignored, that's for sure. She doesn't think anything of it as she pokes through the refrigerator shelves, finally finding cream cheese, and a container of strawberries. Now, to find a bagel. That wasn't difficult, though, as it wasn't hard to find the bread box and peek inside. She's easy enough to please, no going out of his way to cook anything elaborate. Fruit and that bagel, maybe some milk.

Coffee would be amazing, but probably not the best idea while she was in this condition. She can smell it from where she stands, though, and that was about as good as it was going to get for her. Coffee. She can't wait for the day that she can have that first cup after a long time away.

Cutting the bagel in half, taking a moment to find the toaster - snacking on a berry while she waits. Trying to ignore the fact that she feels like she's ... taking over his place, which isn't what she wants to feel like at all.

[jolygreen-giant.livejournal.com]

He finally turned the stove off and dished bacon and eggs onto a plate before he was grabbing a glass of orange juice and going to take a seat at the counter. Before long, though, his eyes found her and he was fixed on her.

"So how long do we technically have until," he paused a moment as he thought of the proper way to say it. "You know, until the whole kid thing?"

It wasn't so much that he had forgotten, just that he needed to be reassured they did still have time. Even if it was just a couple of weeks. How much time until his spacious apartment turned into a nursery ground.

[bestintention.livejournal.com]

It still takes a few minutes before her bagel is all toasted and loaded up with cream cheese and she's able to sit, groaning softly as she does. Yes, she's only been standing for a few minutes, but it's been a few minutes too much. The silence isn't exactly what she would call comfortable, but she manages to eat without feeling too self-conscious.

She's surprised when Tyler speaks, and she looks up, hand immediately touching her (admittedly) huge belly. "Oh, right, yes - about a month left, unless she happens to come early."

Not long, but hopefully not so soon that he can't acclimate - although, honestly, there probably wasn't enough time for him to get ready or come to terms with the fact that soon, a tiny baby would be taking residence here. God, does Maddie ever feel guilty, all over again.