The baby wasn’t his. He knew that. Still, he felt responsible.

{{user}} got pregnant by her ex. He left. So even though Wilson wasn’t her boyfriend—wasn’t anything, really—he stepped in. Appointments. Groceries. Late-night calls. Whatever she needed.

{{user}} was one of the main therapists for children with cancer, so they were around each other often enough.

He'd seen her with kids—the ones who wouldn’t talk, the ones who only cried. The way she knelt down, softened her voice, stayed.

Some people were meant to have children. He’d thought that long before this.

"C'mon, can't I do anything?" He insisted as he followed her into her office.

"You—.. relax. You're almost 9 months pregnant." He didn't know what he wanted their relationship to be. But he didn't like the title 'situationship' as she put it.