Prologue

"Congratulations, you're pregnant."

Those were not exactly what she had wanted to hear. It's not that she didn't want to have a baby, she did…someday. She had always wanted to be a mother. When she was younger, she had imagined living in a huge house with the white picket fence, her three children running around playing, and her husband sitting on the porch with his arms wrapped around her as they watched their kids play. This was not part of her plan; she was not supposed to be pregnant and alone.

She wished that she would have received this news a few weeks ago, before Tom had left her for another woman. He had told her that he had met someone else, someone prettier, smarter, and skinnier than her. Those words had hurt her more than she would ever let him know. They had been together since high school, and they had been best friends since elementary schools. Maybe if she had found out she was pregnant before Tom had broken up with her, they would still be together. She knew she was kidding herself; there was nothing she could have done to make him stay with her.

How was she going to raise a baby by herself? She could barely afford her rent and food, but now she was going to have to pay doctor's bills and baby stuff. There were always other options; abortion, adoption, she knew that she didn't have to raise it herself, if she didn't want to. Abortion seemed to be out of the question, she couldn't kill a baby, it wasn't its fault she was in this situation. Adoption sounded like a good idea, but she wasn't sure if she could part with her baby once it was born. She didn't have any family, at least none that she was still talking to. The next nine months were going to be the hardest thing that she was going to have to go through, and she was doing it alone.

"I've met someone else."

Those four words hurt more than anything he had ever experienced. He knew that they were coming, but it didn't make them any easier to hear. They had been having problems for months now, and the blame had always come back on him. According to her, he worked too much and never had any time for her. He knew that he worked too much, that was what spinal surgeons did…fix people and save lives. Lately though, he had throw himself into work more than he ever had before. It had started after their first fight and had only worsened with every fight thereafter.

It had never been the fairytale marriage that he had dreamt about. She had been his patient and he had been her doctor. He went out with her out of pity; her fiancé dumped her after he found out that she would probably never walk again. He wanted to make sure that she was okay, he felt so bad for her. Making sure she was okay somehow turned into two years of dating and one year of marriage.

It wasn't that he didn't love her, he did, but he wasn't in love with her. The hardest thing about this divorce was the fact that he had failed once again. He had failed Sarah and his father. If it was one thing that he hated it was failing people. He had an obsession with trying to be perfect, trying to prove to everyone that he had what it took. However, he had failed and now he was alone once again.

Author's note: Please review and tell me if you think that I should continue. Chapters will be much longer, this is just the introduction. I came up with this storyline while I was at work and I just had to post it tonight to see what you guys think. Thanks for taking the time to read my story and please let me know what you think, even if it's just a short little review.