I had officially had enough of Julie and her evasive mood swings. One minute she was lecturing me about trust, then she was encouraging me to pour hot coffee on Broody's head and now she's breaking down once again, yelling and then crying like a mad woman. I have had enough. I wanted answers and I swear it better be a damn good one.

Picking up my handbag I shoved all of my work on the building project including the updated plans that needed to be dropped off to Jordan – I figured I would just swing by after I was done getting some answers out of my best friend. Storming off towards the elevator I started to realize just how quickly people jumped out of your way when you looked like you about to blow, or rip their heads off with your bare hands. Oh god, maybe I was the mad woman.

In a hurry I entered and exited the elevators in silence, my mind filling up with thoughts about how exactly I was going to pressure my friend into telling me what was going on. I hated people pressuring me so I knew she would too – the only difference is that she was more likely to hit you across the face with a fish than give up her answers – but I had to get answers, if I didn't know what was wrong, how could I help and something was seriously wrong with her.

I power walked down the street and across the road into the train station. I didn't really have time to call Joseph and ask for a ride, and besides he said he had a busy day today so I didn't want to bother him with my moments of being an outraged friend. Catching the train I was sure to hold on to my building annoyance and anger – the only way to really do that while on a train around a thousand and one things that completely annoyed me was to pout and death stare the chair in front of me, which made it a tad awkward when someone sat there. Excuse me; couldn't you see I am death staring this chair? You do not sit on a chair that someone is death staring! It is not nice!

Luckily for me my annoyance at that little problem was short lived when the person slowly got up from the stare chair and discreetly moved down the opposite end of the train – yes I saw you move, don't pretend you didn't.

I got off at the next stop and took the walking time to clear my head and try to calm myself down. I needed a gentle approach, yes that's what I needed. How do you do a gentle approach? Seeing her house I panicked a little. What do I say? How do I say it? I can't exactly walk up to her and yell what the hell is wrong with you? Could I?

Standing right outside her front door I put my key in and turned it, letting myself in and slowly walking into the dark living room where the tension and wild emotions of its owner were surely portrayed. I looked around and rolled my eyes at how the place looked – from what I could see through the darkness. The curtains were shut tight, only allowing a little to escape at the top, and the room was a mess, clothes ripped and scattered everywhere, boxes of tissues thrown everywhere, and a broken lamp smashed on the floor.

Well then... I think I'm just going to wing this conversation, by the looks of the place, she was going to flip any second and I needed to have time to run.

Leaving my bag on my arm, in case I needed to quickly get away, I unlocked the door – again just in case – and headed over towards the bedroom. This small house in the outer rims of the city was nice, Julie had bought the place after graduating and I moved in with her, paying rent, until I moved in with Broody and she turned my old room into a game / gym / home cinema / junk room. I swear you could find anything in that room, probably even a dead ex-boyfriend knowing Julie. I walked over and found Julie's light on, but no Julie. Her bedroom seemed to be going under some dramatic remodeling since it looked worse than the lounge room, the mirror was broken, and the draws were scattered all over the floor with her clothes giving the white carpets a bold spread of colour.

What the hell is going on? Last time Julie caught me with a dress on the floor – even if it were there for only a second – she was ready to hit me with a hammer, and now she has done it to her entire wardrobe.

Walking over to my old room I could hear the faint sounds of gun fire. Oh god this was bad. Shutting my eyes slightly I grimaced thinking about the only other time I had found her playing a killing game – her hamster 'Mr Gerbils' had just died and she was totally distort, more so than if she lost a family member. Usually Julie was the Mario cart kind of girl – even though it surprised everyone she's ever meet including me.

I slowly put my hand on the slightly opened door and gently pushed it open and there she was, sitting on the couch, leaning forward on the edge of her seat, glaring at the television as she violently pressed the buttons and blew some guys head off – only then did she have a self-satisfied smile on her face which was short lived.

"Jules?" I called softly trying to get her attention without startling her.

"Go away, I'm killing people."

"I can see that." I said taking a couple of small steps into the room and hesitantly sat down on the edge of the couch. "Julie, can you tell me what's going on, please I want to help."

"I'm fine."

"Honey, you trashed your house and are trying to kill people. You're not fine."

She paused the game and turned to me, a blank and bored expression on her face. "You can't help me Mia, no one can."

"That's not true; just tell me, maybe..."

"I'm pregnant." She said plainly interrupting me.

I froze upon hearing those words. My mouth was hanging open, paused in mid-sentence, my eyes were wide and my ears seemed to ring a little like she had just blown a whistle in there. She's what?!

"Yeah fix that." She rolled her eyes and moved back to facing the screen, pressing play and blowing up someone else's head. I love how she deals with her problems.

I sat there still trying to get my head around it. Julie. Pregnant. It was hard for me to believe since she had never once held a long term relationship and never expressed more than her total dislike for the 'tiny people' known as children, much less her desire to have one which by the way is non-existent, which means this was a mistake, a big mistake. But she was always so careful, taking her pill and making the guy wore a condom.

"When?" Was all I could seem to find when looking for supportive words of encouragement. And the worst friend award goes to Mia Sears.

"Remember that day a couple of months ago I came into your office bragging about the hot guy hung like a ..."

"Yes Jules." I interrupted her, motioning for her to move on with my hand.

"Well yeah. I don't get it, we used a condom and everything? The damn thing must have brook or something."

"Well... do you know his name, maybe you could track him down." And then you would get some support – hopefully – and at least it's a start.

"No."

"Jules, if you're going to keep this baby – You're going to keep it right?" I should have probably started with that question.

"Of course, you know I hate the idea of abortion." She said glaring at me. "Although hating kids does come a close second." I heard her mutter as she turned back around and started killing again. She really was good at this game.

"Right, then you need to find the guy, at least to let him so that he has the option of being a part of its life, he may want to. Do you remember his name?"

"I don't want your help Mia, you can't fix this." She tried to shove me off the topic.

"I'm here for you just like you have been for me. And I am going to help you through this. Now what is his name?" I pressed, I wanted to help and this was the only thing I could think of so I was doing it no questions asked – well except the questions I'll be asking others to find this baby daddy.

"Mia please don't – "

"His name Julie." I interrupted her, my voice forceful and my tone serious.

I don't understand why she won't tell me? As long as it wasn't Broody I really didn't care.

"Wilder." Or maybe there was one other person's name I really didn't want to come out of her mouth. And she said it.

"As in Jordan Wilder?" he could have a brother right? Yeah that's it it's his brother.

She nodded slowly. "That's what he said." She said hesitantly and I suddenly knew why she was cautious about me trusting him in the beginning.

I didn't know what to say, I was partly in shock, why I couldn't quite pin point. It was none of my business who he spent his time with, or what kind of relationships he had with women but for some reason unknown to me I felt oddly annoyed and frankly disappointed. I was jealous, that was the only thing I could put it down to, this feeling, I had only came across it a couple of times and I knew then that I was jealous, I wanted what I couldn't have and in this case I was growing too comfortable with Jordan and this proved it.

I took a deep breath finding my courage and supportive tone as Julie eyed me cautiously.

"You like him huh?" She asked as a small smile crept on her face. This could not be happening.

"Do you know what he looked like? Are you sure?" I asked still convinced that this wasn't him.

"Tall dark and handsome with mystifying green eyes with the blue ring around them?"

"Yep that's him." Damn it, I was really hoping she would have described someone else but she didn't. I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't even know what to say to her. Do I tell her everything will be ok, even if I had no idea if it would?

"I'm sorry Mia." She apologized.

"Don't apologize; it's not your fault." I sat there staring at the carpet for a moment trying to think. Jordan may be many things but he had enough money to provide for this child ten times over and due to contrary beliefs he was a nice a guy, a guy I was sure would want to be a part of his child's life.

Well I was going to support her, that's what friends do and I said I was going to find her baby daddy and I will. I already have.

"Get up we're going." I told her jumping off the couch and walking out of the room but not before turning off the television at the wall so she would have to get up.

"Why, where are we going?" she called after me. I waited at the front door, my eyes scanning the trashed room. I heard her groan loudly and then the pitter patter of her feet as she came into sight. It was there that I noticed the small little bump on her flat surface of a stomach, almost unnoticeable and easily mistaken for being bloated from eating cake. Wasn't it a little early for her to be showing? Maybe she did just eat a big piece of cake.

"Where going to see Jordan, get you jacket, it's a little cold." I ordered not taking no for an answer.

"No, Mia, please I don't want to – " She started to protest.

"Get. In. The. Car." I said through clenched teeth while opening the door wide for her. I saw her duck her head a little and look down at the floor almost ashamed as she walked through the door and over to her car in the driveway.

I know that I was forcing her but I really did believe that this was the best option, Jordan would help out the baby and support Julie, she would thank me for this one day... I hope. If not then she would use this every time I had a bad idea.

I marched over to the car and slid into the driver's seat, starting up the engine and pulling out in the long street, not wasting any time. He wouldn't be at his office for much longer and I wanted to do this at a place where they had to at least act civil to one another and not start yelling, even though I doubt that's how this is going to go but you never know.

Julie was silent the entire trip there. She did nothing but stare at her fingers as she intertwined them and picked at her nails. I felt for her. I really wanted to make this better; to do something but the doubts that I was doing the wrong thing, forcing her into this situation were starting to rise up in my mind. Maybe I shouldn't.

Parking the car I turned to my best friend still looking down at her nails. This needs to be her decision and I need to support her.

"Julie?" I said softly in an attempt not to startle her.

She looked up at me and gave me a weak smile that made me feel like I just kick her in the gut.

"I'm not going to make you do anything. We can go in there now or we can go back home. I'm sorry if I pressured you, I didn't mean to."

"I know and you're right about telling him." She paused taking in a deep breath and blinking back a tear. "I'm scared."

"I know, I can go in with you if you want?" I offered, extending my hand to her and giving her hand a tight, reassuring squeeze.

She nodded yes and smiled a little more warmly this time making me feel a lot better about this idea. Right, it's show time.

We climbed out of the car and headed into the building, I like the rutine I have become accustomed to I bypassed the main rectionist and entered the elevators, riding it to the top floor with Julie close by my side. I could almost feel her nerves radiating off her like heat waves. The fear making her hands tremble and body to shake. I really hope this was the right idea. If Jordan isn't the man I think he is and cant support his unborn child then I was going to let him have it, I may even develop my own list specialized for Jordan Wilder.

The elevator binged and I stormed past the receptionist with Julie hot on my heels.

"No, you can't go in there, Mr Wilder is – " he yelled after me but it was too late, I was there.

I grabbed a hold of the door handle and pushed the door open with all the force I could muster up, making it fly open and make a loud bang as it hit the wall.

Looking at the image in front of me I was shocked, my mouth was open and my brow crossed in confusion. Looking at Julie in the corner of my eye, I could tell she felt the same as her actions and facial expressions mirrored mine. Collecting myself I bit my lip and shifted awkwardly on my feet.

Well this is awkward.

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Well there you have it, as most of you guessed Julie was pregnant but did you expect her to say it was Jordan's baby? Well ok some of you probably guess that too. So what are your guesses on what they walked in on?

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