They were in a new motel room, close to a hundred miles from the last motel room. It was a little rundown, but do-able. She'd had worse. She thought of Kale's place.

Suddenly her head was stuffy and she could hardly breath. It just wasn't right.

They'd got fixings for sandwiches so she was busy making one while Evan was in the bathroom dying his hair. He hadn't wanted her around him.

"You're pregnant. The dye might make the baby sick," he told her.

"What about me? What if makes me sick and I just puke all over everything out here while you're in there." She'd gotten in his face about that.

"You were the one who brought it up," Evan reminded her.

"All right." They'd left it at that. And Ellie went to make her hoagie sandwich.

They'd gotten turkey, ham and cheese along with sprouts and avocado.

It was the best damn sandwich she'd ever bitten into. Ellie savored every bite. She was so hungry. Then she thought of Kale and all the miserable food there. Was he still actually there having to eat lumpy cream of mushroom soup? It made her want to gag.

Which was worse? Laying in a coma or being there. Where ever there was.

She heard the blowdryer then. A chill came over her.

What if Evan turned into Kale? OK, the Kale she thought of as her own, not this hoodlum Evan kept talking about.

Anything was possible, Ellie supposed.

But no, it was just Evan with black hair instead of blond.

"So you feel any different?" Ellie asked.

"Maybe." He shrugged and went to put himself a sandwich together.

"I was beginning not to like you, Evan," Ellie confessed. "I'm still not sure. Exactly."

"You are pregnant and crazy." His answer plain and simple.

"Its not that." She closed her eyes wondering how did she ever love him to begin with. It was this state of emotion and if it popped like a balloon then it was very hard to find another. Or so she thought. Was it something like that with Evan? Where had her faith gone with Evan? Why had she replaced it with the longing for someone else? It just didn't seem fair.

"It is. And I have to put up with-" He started eating then.

"Look, I know I can be ass." Evan told her afterwards. "And I didn't know it was going to turn into this. And it wasn't that I never wanted kids, it was the idea that I could, you know, make you fat, and you could hate me. That kind of thing. And even worse, what if something happens? I don't want anything bad to happen to you, Ellie." He got up then and cleaned up.

"All right," Ellie nodded.

Maybe there were feelings there for Evan. They were just hidden, but now they felt they were slipping into place as they went to bed, and the lights went out. They spooned in the moonlight. She just hoped something would go right.