Author's Notes: This fanfic takes place in an alternate universe which splits from the Will & Grace universe following the season 1 episode "The Unsinkable Mommy Adler". It is written in the first person, present from Karen's perspective.

Disclaimer: "Will & Grace" is a property of NBC...no infringement intended.

Chapter 3: Release

"Karen, of course you can stay at our apartment." Grace said in a reasuring tone of voice that made me relax a little bit.

"Thank-you." I replied again suprising myself. I was never really the type to thank people, I just expected my demands to be met. "I've just got to go to the penthouse first and get some things, this could take a while, I'll be back by four."

I picked up my purse and my coat and left.

I had told a half-truth when I told Grace that I was going by the penthouse to get my stuff, there was something much more important I had to do while I was there, ring Stan and tell him my news. Stan was going to be away for another 3 months and while normally that would be something I'd pray for now I actually needed him. And if I didn't tell him by the time he gets back it will be pretty obvious anyway.

Walker Penthouse
"Rosario, find me a phone and bring it to the the closet!" I demand as I walk into the 3 storey penthouse I share with my husband stan and bratty step-kids whose names I think are Olivia and Mason.

"Shove it up your arse, Cruella DePill!" Rosario shouts back at me as I enter the closet and pick up one of the Louis Vittion overnight bags from the enterance.

"Rosario just bring me the phnoe unless you want to be shipped back to Argentina or where ever it is you come from in the same raft you drifted here on!" I find our screaming matches a form of release, a way to keep me sane but in reality I love Rosario almost as much as Stan's money.

"In my country I was a teacher." Rosario retorted "Here is the phone missy Karen."

I quickly punched in the number for Stan's cell and after a few rings he picked up.

"Hi, Stan, it's Karen." I say shakely.

"Hi Karen, How are you going?" Stan replied, Stan had the feeling that something was wrong, Karen wouldn't ring him for weeks, even months at a time when he was away on extended business trips and he had only left this past Thursday. Another indicator that tipped him off to the fact that all was not well was that despite it being 1:15pm Karen was sober, Stan quickly thought back over the last 4 years, he couldn't remember a day when Karen was still sober at lunchtime, infact he could barley remember a time when she had been sober at breakfast.

"Uh I'm alright, honey." I replied deciding to make some small talk with my husband before dropping my bombshell on him. "Is your trip going well Stan?" "Speaking of my trip I need to talk to you about something, I was actually going to ring you tonight." Stan said suddenly sounding on edge.

"I've got something to tell you too." Karen giggled nervously "Do you want to go first?"

"No, I want to hear what you have to say first." Stan replied as the realization hit him that Karen could be pregnant. All the pieces of the puzzle started to fit together, Karen was sober because even she wouldn't put a baby at risk by drinking and taking pills and she had rung me because she knew that I would be away for the next 3 months and by the time I got back she would be showing and it would be obvious anyway.

"Stanley, remember when we talked about having kids that time and you said you wanted more and I said I never wanted any?" I questiond him and quickley continued before Stan had the chance to say anything, "Well I hope you still want more because I'm pregnant." I said all in one breath, half scared of his reaction.

"Karen that's fantastic!" Stan exclaimed even though his heart was breaking, he had always wanted more children but Karen had never been the motherley type, she just wasn't interested in the work that have a child entailed. Stan though was in trouble, he had being evading tax for the last 7 years and had lied about the true finacial status of Walker Inc. which was making about triple the money Stan had claimed it was.

"You're happy?" I asked him rleaxing.

"Yes!" Stan exclaimed trying to sound happy.

"Now honey, what were you going to tell me?" I said giggiling.

"Karen, this is really hard to tell you but my business trip is going to be much longer than I originally planned." Stan replied with a guilty tone in his voice that only I know.

"How much longer?" I questioned him starting to get nervous again.

"At least a year." Stan said so faintly I could barely hear him.

"What!! A year!! Why!!" I exploded feeling all of a sudden very alone.

"I'm in trouble with the tax department." Stan replied honestly.

"FUCKING BASTARD" I screamed at him before I threw the phone across the room.

I stood still for a few seconds before the angry tears started to sting my eyes and my knees began to give out, I fall to the floor with tears streaming down my face, I have never felt more alone or more betrayed in my life.

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