Oliver took a step back and collapsed into the chair behind him. Grace stood where she was, sobbing into her hands, feeling as though her legs were going to give out from beneath her. Oliver continued to look at her, his eyes showing no emotion, scaring Grace further. After what seemed like an eternity, Oliver stood and walked over to Grace, taking her hand.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his gaze finally meeting hers, his other hand reaching up to wipe away the stray tear rolling down her cheek. She looked into his eyes, looking for some emotion, but still she found nothing. His steely gaze made it harder for her to answer.

"…yes." She answered, all the energy she had draining from her, and she rested her head against Oliver's chest, sobs once again racking through her body. He took her into his arms and held her as she cried, trying to understand, trying to find a solution to their problem. Of course, their wedding could be moved up a few months, but the gossip that would occur would most likely ruin Grace's image. But it would be better than nothing.

"We could get married sooner, tomorrow if you like." He finally said, lifting her chin so she could look into his eyes.

"But, but wouldn't someone suspect something?" She asked, sniffling slightly, and wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

Oliver had to smile. She looked like a small child who had done something wrong. "They will believe what they want to believe, and nothing more." He said, kissing her gently.

Grace was taken aback. This was NOT what she expected. She didn't know what she expected, really, but screaming and disappointment came to mind. She felt this was all her fault. She was ruining his good image. How could he still want to marry her, to share his life with such a rake? Oliver seemed to know what she was thinking, and took her hand, his face becoming gentle yet authoritative.

"Grace, this is not your fault. If anything, it is my fault." He said, bringing her hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on it.

"But, you don't have….have to mar…marry me…now." She managed to choke out, tears threatening to fall once more.

"Grace, I want nothing more than to make you my wife, to be able to call you Mrs. Warbucks. We are only going to be married a month earlier than expected." His voice turned stern. "Grace Farrell, I love you. Never think anything else."

Grace looked at him, his eyes promising her protection and safety from the drama that was soon to unfold. There was going to be gossip, and she was going to be the center of it.

Oliver knelt beside her, placing his hand on her still flat stomach. She smiled then, her hand reaching up to caress the side of his face, leaning to kiss him gently on his lips.. She placed her other hand over his on her stomach. They were going to do this. They were going to have a baby.