Set in early 2003, after Leo and Leora's death.
"Mrs. Du Pres, did you hear me?" The tall woman said from next to her.
"I heard you, but you're wrong. My husband has been dead for months." Greenlee told her, her mind racing a mile a minute at the news.
"I ran the test three times, you are indeed pregnant." The woman, a physician at PVH confirmed.
"Unless I'm ready to pop this kid out, because I got pregnant before he died, it's not possible." Greenlee denied the possibility as her mind flooded with more thoughts.
"I know that you weren't expecting this, but I assure you the test is correct." The woman said, handing the chart to a nurse. "You can get dressed and you can make an appointment for a later time. We can discuss your options then." She said as she walked out of the exam room they were occupying.
"It's not possible. It can't be." She said aloud, but to herself. She knew it was possible, but she didn't want to believe it. It was an accident, in a moment of weakness. It wasn't anything they had planned and it wasn't anything they planned to do again. She had lost her husband and he had lost his daughter. But he was married, they were practically family, and it made her sick to think that they could be reminded of their mistake for the rest of their lives.
"David, you know I know what you're going through. We both lost Leo. And now we both lost Leora. We'll get through this. You and Anna will get through this."
"Forget Anna, she kept me from saving Leora."
"David you need each other. Go home."
"I can't, I can't bring myself to go in there. Her things are there. Anna is there. I can't go."
"Well you can't stay here."
"Leo is here, he's the only one who understands."
"If you won't go home, come with me. We'll talk." Greenlee said, holding her hand out to pull him up from the rock he was sitting on.
"I never should have offered to take him with me." She thought out loud again, going back to that night. After she drove them to the loft.
"Have a seat. Can I get you anything?" She directed him when they walked in the door. She was doing for him what he had done for her just a few short months ago. He grounded her and now it was her turn to ground him. He didn't speak. He just sat there. She walked back over, and sat next to him on the couch. "David, you need to rest."
"No what I need is someone who understands. Anna blames me, but she's the one who kept me from her. Who kept me from saving my little girl."
"David this was no one's fault. It was senseless, the same way Leo was taken from us. It never should have happened, but it did." She said as she put her hand on the side of his face, looking into his eyes.
"I don't know how I'm going to do this without her. She was my life." He half said and half cried. She hadn't ever seen him cry. He was strong for her when Leo died, but now he was a mess.
"You're going to pick yourself up, because if you don't you'll be failing Leora. She needs you to keep going."
"What's the point? Anna hates me. My daughter is dead. I have nothing."
"You have me. David I love you. I loved Leora. It's hard without Leo, but I keep going because I know its what he wants for me. It's why he took down Vanessa, so that I could live."
"You're so beautiful Greenlee. You have your whole life ahead of you. Me I have nothing."
"I need you David. I've been so alone since Leo's been gone. We'll continue to help each other." Their eyes were locked. Both of theirs big, brown, brown and seemingly empty to each other. David knew she didn't mean it the way it sounded and that this wasn't something he should do, but at the moment he felt it was the only thing that would help him feel. She understood his pain, she'd been there and he'd helped her. It only made sense that she could help him now. He took his hand and put it on the side of her face, like hers was on his. They studied each other for a few seconds, each knowing what the other was thinking and lost in the fact that Leora was gone, Leo was gone and they were the only two in world.
He moved in and she met him. Their lips touching lightly, getting a feel for one another. They each had a second thought. One that told them to stop. This wasn't the answer, but they felt needed. Safe even. Like for once the world wasn't ending. He laid her back against the couch, her head on the arm. He leaned back, looking at her. He didn't love her like that. He loved Anna. He blamed her and she blamed him. Greenlee didn't judge him. Didn't blame him. "Don't stop David." Any reservations he had were gone. He lowered himself down and kissed her again. This time with more force and it seemed they couldn't get enough of each other. That the other was keeping them alive.
Her heart sank as she relived that moment. They hadn't really regretted it the next morning, but they agreed that it would stay between the two of them. That they'd forget that it happened. And she had. So much so that when Dr. Townsend told her she was pregnant she had believed it wasn't possible. Why did this happen to her? How would she tell David? Would she tell David? No one had to know. She had a lot to think about in the next few days. She took a deep breath and then she got up off the table and picked up her clothes. She'd figure this out. And only she had a say.