A/N: Takes place...randomly.

Disclaimer: I don't own Studio 60.

They’re in a strange mood, strange place, so she feels like he should know. She should say it.

Come on, say it.

She does.

He doesn’t betray any emotion. He simply replies that he’s a faithful Democrat, and he won’t tell any crazy Christians. She grins sadly.

“I’m curious…”

“Oh, God. That’s a loaded—“

“If you…terminated that one, why not…this one?”

She stops, waits slowly. She’s not sure how to put it. She finds it strange and comforting that he doesn’t ask about the first pregnancy. She doesn’t want to tell him—no, she does. She just doesn’t want the reaction.

“After…the first, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would have been like if…if I had the baby. And I promised myself that I wouldn’t do it again.”

He mulls this over. “Okay,” he nods, and leans in to kiss her.