A/N: If you Follow Ready for Anything, then you know that this is my new story. This is all based around Jill and Eddie. Don't worry though, some of our favorite charcters will make an appearance, I promise! Anyway enjoy :)

Chapter 1

I could not stop the tears from streaming down my eyes. This couldn't be happening. This really couldn't be happening. "Eddie," I cried. "Eddie!"

My husband ran into the room looking just as shocked as I was scared. "Eddie," I cried.

He got down next to me and pulled me into his arms. He picked me up and ran me to the car. He didn't say a word as he placed me in the car and got in the driver's seat then started driving. The entire time I sobbed in the back. This can't be happening to me. This shouldn't be happening.

It felt like seconds later when the car made a jerky stop and Eddie was by my side again. He lifted me out of the car and ran into a building. "Help me! Help!" he yelled. "My wife needs help!"

Seconds later a doctor and nurse were right beside us. "What's going on?" the doctor asked.

"She pregnant," Eddie said.

"I need a gurney and exam room, stat," the doctor ordered as he took me from Eddie's arms and placed me on a waiting gurney.

"Eddie," I cried. "Don't leave me."

"Not for a second," he says as he jogged beside the gurney.

"I thought you were sleeping," Eddie whispers as he sits down on the bed.

"No," I answer.

"Need anything?" he asks as he takes my hand in his, being careful with the Ivy.

"No," I answer again.

He sighs, "Doctors are saying that you can leave in the morning." I don't say anything and turn my head the other way.

It was quiet for a long while. All you could hear was the machines beeping and whirling and the quiet breathing coming from the both of us. Minutes passed until I finally broke down and started sobbing hysterically. "Jill, Jill it's okay," I hear Eddie saying as I felt his hand stroking my face. "It's okay," he crooned.

"No," I screamed, "It's not okay!" I could feel the never ending tears spill from my eyes, my throat constricting with the sobs that would never stop. "How can you say that after what just happened!" I screamed at him.

"Because," he started, "I know it's going to be-"

"Don't say okay!" I screamed. "How is losing a baby, okay?" I pulled my hand away from his and completely turned my body the other way.

"It's not," Eddie said after a few moments of silence. "I'm just trying to be supportive and protective."

I wiped a few tears from my eyes hit I didn't turn to face him. "You heard what the doctor said. These things happen. We can always try again." I could feel the bed then seconds later I felt Eddie behind me. "It's your call, love, and I'll be right here for whatever you decide."

I didn't say anything. I turned my body around so that I was facing him. He kissed my forehead then stroked my hair until I fell asleep.

"Finally home," Eddie breathed when he opened the front door to our small town home.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Are you hungry? I can make something really fast," Eddie offered as he led towards the couch.

"Actually, I wanna go lay down," I answer as I got out of his hold and made my way to the stairs.

"Are you sure?" he asks, face full of concern.

"Yeah," I turn away and made my way up the stairs. Before I reached our bedroom, however, I turned into another room.

My breath caught as I took in the scene. The walls showed signs of being painted but weren't quite done. A soft yellow covered one of the walls and were starting to cover another. Painters tape was plastered around the room in order to keeping the soft, yellow from staining the white trimmings. The room itself wasn't making upset, the frame in the corner was.

I walked over and took the frame off the wall. I stroked the image and let the tears fall. The frame held the first photo of the baby Eddie and I created. The baby that I wasn't able to carry. The baby that would never get to experience the gift of life. The baby Eddie and I lost.

I slid down on one of the walls that wasn't painted and cradled the picture close to my chest, close to my heart. Tipping my head back, I let one, bug son escape my throat. "I'm sorry, baby. I am so sorry," I cried to the heavens over and over again until I feel asleep on the floor.