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]

Tyler didn't remember everyone he had ever had sex with. He hardly remembered half, and of those he probably wouldn't get both a first and last name. He definitely didn't have phone numbers. When he was told on his way back into the office on a very easy going Wednesday, he was told that there was a young lady in there for him. Wouldn't have been the first time that was code for him getting laid at work. He gave his receptionist a grin, since the woman was old enough to be his mother and acted more like a mother than a secretary. Might have been one of the only women on the planet he respected.

When he walked in and saw her though, he remembered. Not all of it, and definitely not a lot, but enough. He knew who she was, he remembered her name, and he knew it had been a while. He had a small smirk on his lips, wondering if she remembered him as he walked around to his side of the desk. "Why do I have a strange feeling you're not here to report some Wall Street fraud?"

[jolygreen-giant.livejournal.com]

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Tyler really just wanted this dumb fucking doctor to get in and do whatever it was he had to do to prove to him what both he and the, thankfully not, underage girl there with him already seemed to know. The kid was his. Fucking ten years of condoms and regular testing and every fucking precaution a guy in his situation could take, and it was all for nothing. He tried to keep the miserable look off his face as he forced his foot to stop tapping on the linoleum. "Sweet. Just nine years older than you," he said dryly, pulling out his phone again to delete the messages from Gloria telling him to put the phone away and be supportive.

"Christ, is it always this slow here?"

[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.