Disclaimer: I do not own Jolie or anyone else that makes an appearance from OLTL in my story. They sadly belong to ABC/Disney who doesn't take very good care of them. ;)

A/N: Yes, another story has finally arrived. It's gonna be a short one-probably 3-4 chapters (if I can stretch it out that much) You all know me-sometimes a story takes flight and gets longer. Not sure if that'll happen this time-the lack of show and the way GH-John is being written pisses me off so the muse doesn't like to play much anymore. Anywho-without further ado, my latest. Until next time-ya'll are always the best-PCGirl.

John disconnected the call without leaving a message—he'd been trying the past few days to get a hold of Natalie, to talk to his son for a few minutes of the day, and she had yet to answer or call him back.

He could tell by looking outside at the winter sky that it was getting cold and he wondered what the weather was like in London today. Gray and dreary most likely. Picking back up his phone he searched for a number a pressed send—waiting for the person on the other line to hopefully pick up.

"Hey," she said stepping out of hearing distance of anyone else in the family.

"Hey Kelly—how's London?"

"Cold and dreary—what else?"

"Figures. I was calling to see if is Natalie around? I've been trying to get her to see how Liam is doing and talk with him."

"Liam's fine—I'm not at the house right now, but I can call back later and have you talk to him then, if that's ok."

She hadn't said they were fine and he picked up on it immediately, "What's going on with Natalie?"

"Nothing," she said with a nervous laugh. "She's resting—that's all."

That hadn't surprised him, she'd seemed more tired recently, and when he'd asked she just said it was raising a toddler by herself that was so exhausting, but it always felt like there was more, "Resting where?"

She looked up to see Joey walk into the hallway, "I'm sorry, Dorian. I really need to go—I'll talk with you later, ok?"

The next thing John heard was the dial tone and wondered what exactly was going on an ocean away that no one wanted him to know about.

John got off the elevator and called Gigi's name out-the look on her face at seeing him made him grin for some reason. With the way everyone was acting, including when he called to see if he could fish something out of Roxy, he'd expected Natalie was getting married in secret, or had and was now on her honeymoon. He hadn't been expecting to be walking into the maternity ward of a hospital

"John—what are you doing here?" she said, trying to remain calm. Roxy had called saying he was trying to find Natalie, but no one actually expected him to fly across an ocean to talk with her. He hadn't before when they'd broken up right after she arrived so why now-that had been what Joey had said a few days ago when she suggested they call him and tell him what had happened. Obviously, he was wrong on that part.

"I'm trying to find Natalie. What room is she in?" he asked, looking up the hallway.

"What? Why do you think she's in a room?"

"Because I've been sitting outside the Buch's place for two days straight and she has yet to come out once. Because she hasn't returned any of my calls for a week now. And because you've looked down that hallway three times already. So tell me what the hell is going on?"

Gigi wanted to smile—when Natalie was in danger John's passion for her always trumped everything else, and it was showing strongly now, "Listen—let me tell her you're here first. Let her get used to the idea and then she can tell you everything."

"Considering where we're standing it's pretty obvious what's going on," he said, and walked over to a chair. "So go tell her—I'm not going anywhere."

"He does seem worried about you," said Gigi as she tried and talked her sister-in-law to talking to John. "And he said he wasn't leaving until he saw you."

"You've heard the doctor's—I can't get stressed over stuff. There's one thing I'm focusing on right now and it's this," she said as she placed her hand on her stomach.

"He needs to know—you've waited this long to tell him why wait anymore? Especially—,"

"Nothing is going to happen," spoke Natalie as she closed her eyes—she was so tired. And he deserved to know—had for awhile, but she'd been brushing it off—he wasn't around for Liam, why would he be around this time. "Fine, tell him to come in."

Gigi wasn't surprised to open the door and see John pacing down the hall, "Hey—she'll see you—but keep her calm. It's important."

John nodded as he walked in and saw her sitting up in the bed, the bags under her eyes were noticeable, "Hey—how are you feeling?" he asked as he stood at the end of the bed—trying to decide whether to sit or stand.

"Better than a few days ago," she said, messing with the covers a bit. "Has Liam seen you yet? He misses you-he'll be so happy you're here."

"No, but I saw him—Kelly took him to the park one day. He's getting big," he smiled thinking of his son.

"Probably even bigger once I blow this joint."

"Yeah," he nodded as he finally decided to sit and discuss the bigger picture. "Do I need to ask if it's mine?"

Natalie actually laughed at the question, "You ask with the second one—but not the first. Typical John."

"Can you blame me?" he smiled and then rubbed his face. "Why didn't you tell me when you found out?"

"It seemed pretty clear you didn't want to be a dad, John. The plane's wheels had barely made contact here in London and you were already kissing someone else."

John shook his head, "I never did talk to Blair about her immediately calling and telling Kelly about that. I'm—I'm sorry, Natalie."

"You've said that before," she said, remembering how they'd had that conversation over the phone and how her heart broke so much that night. It broke even worse a few weeks later when she found out she was pregnant.

"Not just that—all of this. You've been tired on the phone—I could tell, and you've been going through what I'm guessing is a difficult pregnancy all on your own. I should have been there."

"Don't beat yourself up," she said and then yawned. "Why don't you go spend time with your son—take him to the park or something. I'll call Kevin and tell him to be nice to you."

"Ok," he nodded and wanted to kiss her head or something-but knew he really didn't have the right to at the moment. "Get some rest-I'll be back later, there's still more we need to talk about," he said leaving. The rest could wait, right now he wanted to focus on his son and figure out where the hell his head had been the past five months.