A/N: So, I had my last fiction class ever. That's right kids--I'm graduating with a BA in fiction writing. Anyway, your two favorite characters came back on my radar...A lot of people accused me of not posting a real ending. And technically, this is a story that could just go on and on. At any rate, a little something occurred to me, and though it's mostly...well, you'll see. Either way, love it or hate it, please drop me a review and let me know.

This takes directly after the scene in the classroom, by the way.

"Madison—are you all right?" he asked again quietly as he moved closer to her desk. She slowly shook her head "no," and then looked away.

"Class, those of you who have not read up to the specified pages? Read and review now. There'll be a quiz when I get back."

The class groaned in unison. The sound of rustling pages from To The Lighthouse filled the room as Mr. Williams stared intently at Madison.

"Madison? Step into the hallway with me, please," he asked her softly. She blinked, looking downward as she slowly began to get up. Hot tears of embarrassment trickled down her cheeks as her head hung low. Silently, she followed him out of the classroom. Once she cleared the doorway, he gently closed the door behind her. She noticed that he quickly shoved his hands in his pockets. She recognized the action for what it was—he didn't want to involuntarily reach out for her to comfort her, as he was prone to do when they were alone.

"Madison, sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asked her softly.

Her eyes slowly traveled upward, and she looked at his concerned face, and into his soft, cornflower blue eyes. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling very cold.

Wesley gently wiped her tears with the backs of his fingers—he simply couldn't resist it. He looked around guiltily, and put his hand back in his pocket.

"Tell me. What's wrong?"

"I can't...I can't tell you now. It's not the right time."

"Is it—is it about us? Did...did I do something wrong?"

The look of worry on his face pained her, but she didn't know how he would react. How could she? What if he was disappointed in her? Hated her? Wanted to be rid of her? She didn't think that she could deal with that. She loved him so much...but regardless of what he said or how he felt, she knew in her heart that she couldn't get rid of this baby. Her baby.

Their baby.

'Time to stop playing the "What If?" game,' she thought to herself.

She took a deep breath, and then grabbed his arm, bringing him towards an adjacent corridor away from the classroom. Isolated. She didn't want anyone to see...well, she wasn't sure. She didn't know what to expect.

"Wesley...this morning I found out...I'm pregnant."

She was looking out of the window when she said it, and she clenched her fists involuntarily at his silence. She took a deep breath and turned to face him. The look of shock, longing and uncertainty warred on his face, and she didn't know how to react.

"What?" he asked softly? Tears began to weigh in his eyes.

"I said I'm...I'm pregnant, Wesley. I..."

He gasped, and then threw his arms around her, crying in earnest.


He silently sobbed as he held her, and slid down her body to his knees, his head resting on her soft abdomen.

"Is it true? Is it…"

"Wesley, get up, someone might see you," she said sharply, looking around. She wasn't sure how to take his reaction. He was falling apart right before her very eyes.

"I don't care. Just tell me...is it true? You're—you're carrying my child?"

"I just said that, yes. What's wrong? And please, get up," she pleaded.

He looked up at her, and nodded. He got up swiftly, took her hand, and practically dragged her down the hallway.

"Where are we going?" she asked, taking long strides to keep up with him. He didn't answer her—he just kept moving down the hall until he came upon Ms. Sobek's classroom. She was done for the day he knew, and her classroom was vacant. He turned the knob and swung the door open, bringing her in with him. He closed the door and swiftly locked it, and then turned her, pushing her against the door. He kissed her hard—passionately, and then pulled away.


"Do you have any idea how much this means to me? Do you?" he asked softly, trailing his fingers gently down her face, and then had the hand come rest on her stomach. "How much I've longed for...and for it to be you, I—"

"You're happy?" she asked, eyes wide in shock.

"Yes. So incredibly happy. How much this means to me...I'm ecstatic, sweetheart."

He pushed her against the door again, kissing her deeply as his hands worked the button and zipper of her jeans.


"Need you," he panted, kissing her neck as he pulled her jeans down.

"Here?" she asked incredulously, all the while unbuttoning his pants.

"Now," he replied forcefully, groaning once she had him firmly within the grasp of her hand. He dipped his head to kiss her once more as one hand grasped her hip, the other pushing aside her panties. He stroked her there, smiling at the abundance of moisture. He slid into her slowly, with reverence, murmuring her name.

"How I've longed for this…" he said softly. As he caressed her face with his, she felt warm tears on her cheek. She brought her hands up from his shoulders to his head, moving it back slowly so that she could see him as he moved inside of her.

"Why are you crying," she asked, thrusting against him. She placed both of her palms on his cheeks, wiping his tears with her thumbs. He paused in his movements, staring at her intently.

"Just happy, love. Incredibly happy. Going to give you everything—anything. Wanted to wait—wait till the end of the school year to divorce her. Didn't want her to get suspicious."
She gasped as he began to thrust in earnest, and grabbed his shoulders.

"Don't care anymore," he panted. "Don't care who knows—if I lose my job, whatever. I just want you. My love. My heart. Mine."

He hoisted her up a bit, gripping her hips tightly as he slammed home with wreckless abandon.

And she couldn't help but cry then too—but this time, it was from tears of joy.

A/N: Yes, I'm a total sap :P I don't know if this makes it better, or if it's not needed at all, or if I'm totally out of touch with these characters...at any rate, I do have plans for Wesley and Madison, albeit in another incarnation, in another time. Well, mostly, another universe, if that makes sense. I'm getting back on the fiction horse, so expect more from me. Soon ;)