That evening Myrtle went into Cordelia's bedroom to discuss Harold.

"Is everything okay, auntie Myrtle? You seem worried. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, my dear.. but.. I do have something I want to talk to you about."

"Okay.."

"I don't know how to say this the right way, but.. Well remember that gentleman that was here earlier?"

"Yes."

".. He's your father."

"What?! My father?"

"Yes."

"Why was he here?"

"He wants to meet you, Delia. I told him I would speak to you. I don't want you doing something you're not comfortable with."

"Woah.. I was not expecting this today.."

"I'm sure you weren't. He wants me to tell you that he's sorry. He knows he messed up, Delia."

"Really?"

Myrtle nods.

"Oh.. Auntie Myrtle?"

"Yes, Chicken?"

"I think I want to see him."

"You do? Are you absolutely sure?"

".. Yes. What do I have to lose?"

Myrtle smiles softly. "I'll let him know."

"Thank you. Will you be there with me?"

"I won't leave your side." Myrtle takes Cordelia's hand and looks deeply into her eyes.

"Thank you." Cordelia hugs her tightly. "I'm surprised that he even wants to see me. Fiona told me I was the reason he left."

"Don't listen to her, my sweet child. Fiona is the only reason that man left. He told me so."

"He did?"

"Yes."

"Oh.. She is horrible, so I understand."

"That's exactly what I said!" Myrtle laughs.

***

The next morning.

Last night Myrtle called Harold and they agreed for him to come over around one o'clock.
Cordelia was nervous, yet excited! She hoped this would be a beginning to a great relationship with her father.

Joe and Fiona's POV.

"After your doctors appointment you wanna go to that new Italian place I was telling you about?"

"No."

"Oh. Well where would you like to go?"

"Somewhere that isn't fattening. I'm getting fat, Joe!" Fiona pouts.

"Fiona Goode, you are not! Are you crazy?"

"I am!"

"I'm confused. You are crazy? Or you are fat?"

Fiona rolls her eyes and grabs her purse.

"My dress is so tight! And it's your fault! You keep taking me to these restaurants and ordering the most delicious meals! Then I have to eat yours and mine!"

".. I'm sorry?"

Fiona sighs and pouts. "I'm sorry, baby." She then walks over and softly kisses his lips.

"You know I love you, sexy man.. I'm just so stressed with Harold, and it's throwing my whole mind and body out of whack!"

"Aw, I'm sorry, honey. I'm sure he'll eventually leave you alone."

"I hope so. I can't stand the sight of him! It makes me sick!"

**

"Fiona Goode."

"Let me get this over with. Will you hold my purse?"

"I'm gonna go back with you."

"Aw." Fiona smiles. "Thanks, honey!"

"No problem." Joe chuckles and places his hand on her back.
"Here, I'll still hold your purse for you."

"Stop being so cute!"

"I can't help it, babe. I'm just naturally insanely cute!"

"Yes you are!" Fiona giggles and squeezes his cheeks.
"I'll give you pussy later."

"I'm looking forward to it, Babydoll. Now go, the nurse is waiting!" Joe chuckles.

"Oh shit! Sorry!" Fiona turns a light shade of pink as she hurries towards the door.

**

"Alright, Ms. Goode. What brings you in today?"

"Well I just haven't been feeling myself. I thought I had food poisoning, but it's lasted too long to be that. I've had enough of the puking, and bloating, so I was hoping to get something to kick it out of me."

"I see.. and is there any chance of pregnancy?"

"Oh no, I'm on the pill, and he's...." Fiona turns to Joe. "I'm on the pill." She quickly turns to the nurse and smiles.

"Okay. Well I think I've got everything. Your doctor will be in soon." The woman says with a friendly smile.

"Thank you."

Now that they are the only two in the room, Joe turns to Fiona and asks, "What were you going to say about me?"

"Nothing."

"Yes you were! You said, And he.. 'I'm on the pill.' What was that about?"

"Okay! I almost told her you were dead."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Joe chuckles.

"Well.. I don't mean this in a bad way but.. Shouldn't that mean your men are dead too?"

"Uh.. Fifi, I can knock you up if I wanted to! Don't speak that way about my guys."

"Alright, I'm sorry!
.. And don't you dare even THINK about knocking me up! I will fucking kill you!"

"Yes, dear." Joe says in a weird tone.

**

Fiona's doctor sent her straight for a urine and blood test. Once that was over, she and Joe sat patiently in the waiting room to be called back.

"Joe?"

"Yeah?"

"You think I'm dying?"

"No! Why would you ask me that?"

"I don't know. Maybe I have cancer."

"Fiona, stop! You don't have cancer."

"What if I do? Would you leave me?"

"Of course not!"

Fiona looks into Joe's eyes and feels nothing but love.

"Fiona Goode."

Fiona takes a deep breath, and stands up.

...

"Have a seat, please."

"Is everything okay, doctor?" Fiona asks.

"Yes, everything is fine." He smiles.

"So I don't have cancer?"

"No! What made you think that?"

"Well I've been feeling so sick! I thought maybe it was cancer making me feel that way..
and now.. Well I don't want to die because I've finally found a man that I love and want to spend day and night with! Even though sometimes he's annoying as hell! I still love him so much!" Fiona cries and cuddles into Joe.

Joe looks down and holds her. He was surprised at her sudden burst of emotion.

"Ms. Goode, it is not cancer that is making you so sick.
.. It's a baby."

"A baby?!" Joe smiles. His eyes lit up.

"Yes sir! A little baby! About ten weeks old. Congratulations!"

"Oh wow! Thank you! Fiona, I told you I could knock you up!" Joe shouts proudly.

Fiona pulls away from him and slaps him hard. "I HATE YOU!"

"Fiona no.. come on, this is a baby! This is our baby, honey." He takes her hands in his and smiles.

Fiona purses her lips and nods her head. "I can't. I don't want to do this."

"Can we talk about what you do and do not want later? Let's see if the baby's okay first." Joe then turns to the doctor and smiles softly.

"Is that possible? Can we check on the baby?"

"Of course!"

"Thank you."

**

"Right there. That's your baby!"

"Holy shit. Heh! Oh I'm sorry to curse in front of you, little baby!" Joe softly pats Fiona's stomach.

"Stop it." Fiona clenches her jaw, then grabs his hand and tosses it off of her.

"Little squirmy, huh?" Joe ignores Fiona and smiles to the ultrasound screen.

"Wow.. I love you little baby!"

**

Cordelia's POV.

"He's here. If at any time you feel uncomfortable, just tell me, okay?"

"I will."

Myrtle opens the door, and greets Harold.

"Lovely to see you again! Come in.. here she is. Cordelia, this is Harold.. your father."

"Hello.."

"Hi! Wow.. you're so grown up!"

"Heh, yeah.."

"You look very beautiful."

"Thank you.." Cordelia was very shy.

"Uh.. Myrtle told me you're very smart as well! I'm so proud of the young woman you have become."

Cordelia gives him a big beautiful smile. It was nice to hear these words coming from her father.

"Cordelia.. I want you to know that it wasn't you I was running away from. Okay? One day we'll talk about all that happened.. but for now.. let's just get to know each other. Is that okay?"

"Yes! That's perfect." She smiles.

**

Joe and Fiona's POV.

"I understand this is a surprise, but there was absolutely no reason for you to act that way in there."

"I'm not having this baby, Joe."

"What? Fiona no. You'd actually do that? What about me? Don't I have a say? It's my child too!"

"It's in my body, you don't get a say."

"Fiona, that isn't fair. This is my child!"

"Will you please just drive to the academy?"

"The academy? Why? For what?"

"JUST GO!" She shouts.

Joe wanted to fight back, but he held his tongue.. for now.

**

"This was so much fun, I can't wait for dinner on Thursday!" Cordelia says with excitement.

"I will see you two lovely ladies there. Thank you both so much for letting me come by today."

"Oh it was no problem!" Myrtle says just as they hear the front door slam.

"What the hell is going on in here?"

"Fiona!" Cordelia gasps.

"I came to see my daughter just like I told you I was going to, Fiona." Harold says.

"I don't want you speaking to her. Cordelia!" Fiona shouts her name. "Go pack your shit, we're going home!"

"No! No, I don't wanna go!"

"Cordelia, you get upstairs and pack right now!"

"Fiona, if the child doesn't want to leave, she doesn't have to leave."

"Oh Myrtle Snow, I am more powerful than anyone in this room. Delia, you either go upstairs and pack, or you will be sorry."

"Auntie Myrtle, PLEASE!" Cordelia clings to her.

Just then Fiona glares at Myrtle.

Myrtle gasps and grabs her neck.

"NO! STOP IT! MOM, STOP!" Cordelia screams on the top of her lungs.

"You want her dead? Keep talking!"

"I'm going! I'm going! Just please don't hurt her!"

"Just get in the car and we'll send for your things."

Cordelia looks at her father, then to Myrtle. She hugs her tightly as she sobs.
"I'm sorry, auntie Myrtle. I'm so sorry!"

"No, no my dear. Don't be sorry! We'll be together soon, don't you worry!"

"Dad.. I.. I.."

"It's okay."

"But Thursday!" Cordelia cries.

"We'll make it happen. I'm gonna help you."

"You can't help shit!" Fiona says.

"Now I didn't come here for this, but seeing you all here.. you leave me no choice! Cordelia is MY Daughter. You two go back to fucking each other!"

"He only came to see Cordelia, there's nothing going on between us, Fiona."

"Can it, Myrtle! Fuck you both."