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Author's Note: Only I could decide to write two one-shots and end up starting another series. Becki gave me this idea I believe the first time we talked and the muse suddenly decided to take it on LOL!
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Summary: Natalie believes herself to be pregnant with an imposter's baby, but John knows the truth. Will he tell her or her so-called dead husband the truth, or will his own selfish desires keep the truth hidden until it's too late?
Title: Unexpected Complications
Prologue
Natalie placed a hand on her protruding belly as she leaned over the pool table to take her shot. John frowned slightly as he waited, wondering how the hell he had gotten himself into this mess. He was being torn apart inside, and all because of one stupid mistake. He had trusted someone to make his own decision, but now there was a hell of a lot more at stake.
The question that was constantly on his mind concerned Natalie and her baby in a huge way. But did he dare tell her that, or the baby's father? He sighed, running his hands through his hair as Natalie snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Where the hell are you McBain?" He smiled weakly. "Right here with you, Vega."
An hour later he had won the second game. "Damn, you're losing your edge." "Maybe you should coach me again?" Natalie asked seriously. John swallowed. "I really don't think that would be such a good idea," he whispered as he turned to walk away. She reached out and grabbed his arm, turning him back around to face her. "John, what the hell? Is this because of the baby?" She saw the fear flicker in his eyes and rolled her eyes.
"John…" He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I'm being an asshole—I should just go." "John, just stop." She lay a gentle hand on his upper arm. "The entire Y-chromosome carrying portion of my family is terrified of me and this baby right now, okay? It's just a guy thing, and I don't blame you—especially since it represents such a hard time in both of our lives." John fought the tears back as he saw the pain in Natalie's eyes. "Just the thought that the father of my child is a cold-blooded murderer who gave me the hope that my husband was alive, only to make me suffer the grief again makes me want to curl up and die."
She saw the guilt cross his face and continued, moving her hand from his arm to caress his cheek. "Then I feel the baby move and I realize that he has nothing more to do with this child than genetics. This baby is mine, pure and simple. She's going to grow up surrounded with everything I never had." She smiled as she rubbed her stomach. Natalie's face lit up as she felt the baby kick and she instinctively grabbed John's hand, placing it underneath her own.
She smiled as she watched John have the same reaction every male seemed to have to feeling little feet kick under his touch. First his eyes widened with shock, and he looked at her dumbfounded. "Does—" he swallowed. "Does it always feel like this?" he asked. She nodded. "Like someone is trying to kick her way out?" she laughed. He smiled as his eyes filled with tears. "I've got to tell you something," he almost whispered. Natalie nodded quietly and lifted their hands off her stomach, without losing contact she quietly led him from the bar.
TO BE CONTINUED