"I would laugh a little but I would make it up to you by ice cream or something. Chocolate?"

"And here you’re dating a doctor. Don’t worry you’ll learn to not be so frightened by them. Even if you don’t, you have me to take care of you." he grinned. "Why wouldn’t she approve of it?" 

""Hmm.. If we say cookie dough ice cream I'll forgive you in advance." she said and tried to hide her small laugh.

"I can't hep it, intelligence is attractive. Hmm.. so how would you fix a poorly finger, kiss it better?" she teased. "Stop smiling like that, silly." but there she was smirking. "I don't know.. maybe because I'll never be good enough for her brother?"

  "Well, some are lucky and don’t waddle and I’m sure since you’re a small girl. You’ll be one of the lucky ones."

"Two months? Well, um…I guess you had a fair reason. Scare ness tend to make you worried but I would’ve told you the same thing I am now. I’m here and I have a real job, that pays rather well. Also, a sister. She may not like kids but she might like this one." he laughed. "Yeah, we can."

"I can only hope, I would hate to be a waddler,you'd laugh at me don't even deny it."

"It's hospitals.. you know how they make me all.. jittery and worried, so.. I yeah, I chickened out." she shrugged. "Hopefully she will, she probably wont approve of it it though will she?" she asked in an almost tired voice. "Good.. you're pretty comfortable right now."

  "No, I mean it’s your body but abortion…I just…..It’s not my body but I just…I don’t like the idea."

He allowed her to let his hand fall to the small bump that her shirt was covering. His fingers scanning across it a little. “What you mean? How far are you?”

"If you have a look, some pregnant ladies like, heavily pregnant waddle.. and hopefully I wont end up waddling, if I do you've got to tell me off."

"Okay-- well.. don't get all.. fussy with me or anything I just... I sort of put of seeing anyone about a scan...as in I got nervous and worried so I just.. didn't go...so I have no idea, I'm guessing I'm almost on two now. Can we stay like this for a little bit.. it's kinda relaxing.."

  "Just because we don’t work as a couple. Doesn’t mean I can’t help you with them. People do it all the time. All the time!" he lowered his voice again. "A baby won’t fix this, yes. But we can’t just assume we have to try. Try for our child."

As she turned, Clark didn’t move instead he wrapped his arms around her. Chin resting upon her shoulder, “Don’t take the kid from me. Please.” he sighed. “I wish I would’ve waited like my sister is. She’s the smart one in this subject.”

"Try to be something that we're not.." she sighed, raising her hands to rub them over her face as she tried to think. "You know there's always the other option.."

It surprised her, that he wrapped his arms around her. She let a quiet sigh out as she linked her fingers through his to move his palms, resting them on the tiny bump that she'd been hiding with baggy shirts and jumpers. "I'm not quite waddling with this bump yet.."

  "Look, you know i’m not a kid or immature. I made one joke and you’re taking it to heart. When you really shouldn’t." he huffed a little. "I’m a grown adult. I can help, but you clearly don’t want our child to have a father in their life. That is hurtful, specially from my background."

"You don’t know me like I thought you did. I don’t forget, I take care of people. I bring back lives. I-" he sighed running a hand over his mouth. "I take care of my twenty-three year old sister because she’s unstable. And you don’t think that is a good father figure?"

"It was quite a rude 'joke' you know." she said with the crossing of her arms. "Help with what Clark? Tell me exactly what good it'll do.. You'll get stressed, I'll get stressed, we'll argue and then there'll be a baby in the middle of it all and that 'aint what I want.."

"What I'm saying is that I think we're not good for each other and a baby wont suddenly fix that. Look-... just go. Y-...You're...y--." she turned, taking deep breaths to try and calm.

  "Look, clearly I’m an idiot but it won’t happen again. I mean usually you are and well…" Clark stopped himself. "So you’re just going to leave? Do this on your own when you know I’m willing to stay?" Clark shook his head. "I’m not some dumb kid, Gwen."

"I'm going to leave.. because that's probably the right thing to do and yeah.. yeah you are a stupid kid, it's always just joking around with you. For the record I'll do just fine alone to be a good mother to this child."

"Forget I even said it, which you probably will anyway."

"Woah, okay. Look, I was just kidding and well…this was a big surprise is all." he sighed as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "You know i can’t let you do that."

She almost instantly shrugged away from the hand on her shoulder. "That's tough because I am.. and for the record I'm not in the mood for joking around."

"_______ has passed away."

  "Oh, you’re a funny one. Good one."

"I'm not joking.. I'm pregnant. I am carrying a child but if you want to be a douche then back off."

"I can do this without you."