You start to rebuild your life

You allow yourself to be comforted for a few hours. The feeling of someone holding you, of being cared for, was one you desperately needed after losing your only pillar of support. His shirt quickly becomes drenched in tears and you're sure his legs are going numb with your current position, but he doesn't say a word about it. He's a good man, one you were lucky to find.

Eventually you pull yourself away, finally composing yourself. "Can we head back to your apartment?" you ask softly, "I need some time away from... This."

"Of course doll." Russ says, forcing himself to his feet with a grunt, "Do you want to head straight for bed or do you think you'll be up a while?"

You shrug as you get to your feet. "Can we hang out for a bit?" you ask right before your stomach rumbles, "And get something to eat?"

He nods and you end up back at his place, munching on Chinese take-out and blankly watching an old film. You tune most of it out, your mind still racing with everything that's happened, but the flashing screen keeps you grounded. You slowly pull yourself together. There will be plenty of time to cry later; now you need to make sure that you continue to live for your father's sake.

The two of you camp out in the living room for the night, wrapped in blankets and each others embrace. But in the morning, you push aside your grief to start rebuilding your life. It isn't easy, everything reminds you of your father, but you start to become numb to the pain. There is too much to do: you have a funeral to plan, a house you need to get ready for baby that may be growing inside you, and you have to figure out how Russ will fit into all of this. Where to begin?