Title: Oh, Baby
Author: Ms. Quartermaine
Summary: Part of the LJ TracyQ Fake Spoiler Ficathon. Begins in Summer 2005. What happens when Tracy Quartermaine ends up PREGNANT, and her husband is NOT the father, but the man her husband put into her bed is?
CHAPTER ONE
Her arms were folded neatly across her chest. Her one leg rested loosely on the other knee. Her foot dangled carelessly. The acerbic businesswoman peered over her right shoulder, and then her left.
"Tracy Quartermaine," she mumbled to herself. "You are such a fool. Out of all the hospitals in the metropolitan area, you go to this one. This one," she repeated to herself. "The one your family owns."
She stopped mumbling for a moment to bury her face in her hands.
"It has to be impossible," she murmured. "It has to be. It is. Is it?" She laughed. "This is ridiculous."
A voice interrupted her, "Tracy?"
She jumped. "Monica!"
"Yes…"
"What—What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I have a better question," Monica responded. "What are you doing here?"
Tracy opened her mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. "Hell of a time to be speechless," she thought to herself.
"Tracy," Monica said again.
"Mrs. Spencer," a nurse called. "Dr. Meadows will see you now."
Monica's eyes widened. The woman who had called her sister-in-law's name was an OB nurse.
"Monica?" Tracy questioned.
Monica was speechless. No, she can't be pregnant. Can she? She's in her 50's! She has grown children! She…she…
"Earth to Monica! Wake up!" Tracy shouted.
Monica smiled uneasily.
"I'm being paged," she lied. "I…Uh…"
"Mrs. Spencer," the nurse repeated.
"Excuse me," Tracy rudely told Monica.
Tracy nervously entered the office.
"Mrs. Spencer," Dr. Meadows spoke cheerfully. "Please. Have a seat."
"Please. Do not associate me with my husband."
She sat herself in a leather chair opposite of Dr. Meadows's desk.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Ms. Quartermaine will do," she said dryly.
"As you wish," she paused. "I have the results."
Tracy rubbed her hand together. "So…," she laughed. "Let's hear 'em."
"You are pregnant."