The next morning.

Fiona came downstairs and found Danny sleeping on the couch.

"Joe." She lightly shakes him. "Joseph."

Danny inhales and slowly opens his eyes. "Hey.."

"Why did you sleep on the couch?"

"You told us not to bother you."

"Oh.. I'm sorry." Fiona climbs over Joe and cuddles him.

"I know."

"I missed you holding me.."

"Did you?"

"Mhm.."

"You feel okay today?"

"Not really.. I just threw up."

"Oh that's what I smell." Joe jokes.

"Shut up." Fiona chuckles.

"I'm sorry you're not feeling well."

"It's okay.
.. I thought about everything and.. I have to do what's best for me.  This baby is already wrecking everything.  I know you're upset right now but.. I'm sorry."

"Well if this is what you're choosing to do, I don't want any part of it.  I love this child, and I will not be there when you do this."

"Okay."

"Get up, I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Do you want me to join you?" Fiona smiles.

"No."

"Oh.. Alright.  You want me to make some breakfast."

Joe shrugs.  ".. Whatever."

He then walked away, but turned back around when he smelled a freshly lit cigarette.

"No.  Put that out."

"Why?" Fiona gives him a look.

"No matter what, that baby is still alive inside of you right now.  Don't make them suffer.  Let them relax and be comfortable until you do what you're going to do to them."

Fiona just stared up to Joe.  He looked so hurt and angry.  Fiona put the cigarette out, and watched him walk up the stairs.

***

A few days later.

Fiona stood in front of her full length mirror.  She wore a black lace bra, and matching underwear.  Fiona softly traced her fingers in circles over the small bump that had appeared.

 "Hey Fifi, look what I found in the dresser!" Joe walks in.

"Joe!" Fiona drops her arm and quickly turns to him.

Joe looks down and smiles softly at the bump he sees.

"You've popped!" He chuckles.

Fiona grabs her robe and asks with an attitude, "What do you want?"

"I found this!"

"What is it?"

"It's a pregnancy journal you kept when you were pregnant with Delia!"

"Give me that!" Fiona snatches it away.

Joe rolls his eyes as Fiona tosses the journal into her purse.  She then walks to her closet and grabs one of her black dresses.

"Where are you going?"

".. The doctor."

"Oh.. today's the day?"

"Yeah."

Joe rubs his temples then takes a deep breath.

"I know you don't like for me to touch your belly or.. or talk to the baby but.. this is my last chance to speak to my child.. can I?"

Fiona paused before laying down on the bed and looking down to her stomach.

"Go ahead."

Joe sat beside her and placed his hand on her small bump.

"Hi baby!  It's daddy!" Joe smiles through his tears.

"I love you so so much!  I never want you to forget that, okay?  I want more than anything to hold you in my arms and smother you in kisses!  Rest easy little one." Joe says in a shaky voice.  He then kisses her belly and immediately walks out of the room without speaking a word to Fiona.

**

Fiona sat in the waiting room, nervously swinging her right leg that was placed over her left leg.  She bit her thumb nail as her mind began to race.  Fiona then closed her eyes and took deep breaths to settle her nerves.  After calming down a bit she reached into her purse to find her flask.

She then saw her old pregnancy journal and froze.  Without realizing it her breathing became heavier.  Slowly Fiona grabbed the book and took it out of her purse.

Opening it she sees a picture of herself when she was pregnant with Cordelia.  Fiona suddenly felt extremely emotional.  Underneath the picture she wrote, "Any day now you'll be in my arms.  I am so lucky to be your mommy, Cordelia Ivy Goode.  I love you with all my heart.  I promise to always be the best mommy I can possibly be.  You deserve the best, Delia!"

Fiona couldn't believe how much she's changed in twelve years.  She then looked straight into space and placed her hand on her stomach.

"Fiona Goode."

"Huh?" Fiona looked up with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Oh!  Oh.. I'm coming!" Fiona then placed the book in her purse and went to the back.

After changing into a gown Fiona looked down to her bump.  She places her hands on it, and softly strokes her stomach as if she were trying to soothe a newborn baby. "I'm sorry." She whispers. "You'll be okay.."

Soon things were starting.  Fiona laid back with her legs in the stirrups.  She felt her body go numb.  Her chest, it felt as though someone were sitting right on top of it.

"Deep breath in, Fiona.  Just relax." Fiona heard a man's voice.  She felt like she was in a dream.

Fiona then felt something being inserted inside of her and she quickly reached down and screamed, "STOP!  DON'T DO IT!"