It had been a couple of weeks since Elizabeth had been released from the hospital and everything seemed to be slowly returning to normal. She had been back to the doctor a couple of times for check ups and everything with the baby appeared to be good. The police had let Elizabeth and Mark know that they had arrested Geoff for rape and assault based off of the DNA evidence that the hospital had collected, but Geoff had money, so he had posted bail and was free until the trial.

Elizabeth stood up and stretched from where she sat on the couch. As soon as she moved, Mark appeared in the doorway of the den. Ever since she had been released from the hospital, Mark had been acting different towards her. He hadn't been back to work yet and when she had mentioned it, he had told her not to worry about it. He was also awkward around her too, like he suddenly didn't know how to act around her.

"You need something?" Mark asked, leaning against the door frame. "No." Elizabeth said, shaking her head. "I'm just tired of sitting." "Well, you better get used to it." Mark said, pulling himself up to his full height. "I'm alright Mark." "Honest." Elizabeth said, slowly walking toward the kitchen. Elizabeth opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. She took a sip as Mark watched her from the doorway. "I would have got that for you." Mark said, crossing his arms over his chest. Elizabeth sighed and said, "Mark I can't keep being employed here and have you waiting on me when I am the housekeeper."

Mark sighed and ran a hand through his short, red hair. "This isn't about you being employed here anymore." Mark said. Elizabeth looked at Mark in confusion. "What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked. Mark sighed and walked towards her. He grabbed her shoulders and looked down into her eyes. "You need someone to take care of you girl, before you just fall apart." He said. Elizabeth could feel the tension radiating off of him. What was he saying? That she couldn't handle things?

"Mark, I will be fine honest." Elizabeth said, meeting his eyes. "What if he comes back for you?" Mark said, his grip tightening on her shoulders. "You might not be so lucky next time Liz." "He could seriously hurt you or the baby or..." Mark said, trailing off. "I don't want someone to feel obligated to look after me Mark." Elizabeth said, shifting under Mark's steady gaze. "Obligated?" Mark said, a look of disbelief crossing his face. "You think I feel obligated?" He said, dropping his hands from her shoulders.

Elizabeth pushed her hair back from her face and sighed. "I don't know Mark." "I mean I'm not your problem." A look of hurt crossed Mark's face. "You are right." He said, as he turned and walked out of the room. Elizabeth flinched as she heard the front door slam. She heard Mark's truck roar to life and speed out of the driveway. Elizabeth sighed and sat down at the kitchen table. She didn't want Mark to feel obligated and trapped by her and this baby. She had been only trying to tell him that. She hadn't meant to hurt him or make him mad. Elizabeth buried her head in her hands and cried. She let everything that had been building up for the last two weeks spill out in a wave of emotion.