A/N: I'm giving this "oldie" of mine another try. The first 50 chapters are already written and I'll be posting them gradually, followed by new ones.
Chapter 1
After a long day Brandon pulled his car into the drive way of Casa Walsh. He killed the engine but remained seated observing what seemed to be a dark & empty house in front of him. It was their second wedding anniversary, weeks back he planned to do something crazy romantic for Kelly, but he knew that she would not appreciate any of that right now, not after the news they received earlier that day.
Brandon held Kelly's hand giving it a gentle squeeze as they waited for Andrea, or Dr. Zuckerman as she was known to her patients, to come into her office. Over the last two and half years they were frequent visitors there and today they were about to receive their final answer to the question whether or not they'll be parents someday.
They started trying right after their engagement two and half year ago knowing that it won't be an easy ride with Kelly's diagnoses. Over a year ago Kelly underwent a surgery to remove endometriosis implants and scar tissue, they were all so optimistic at that time. Now, after months of trying, three rounds of IVF later and without a baby in their arms the optimism was long forgotten all that was left was a hope, that maybe someday somehow it will happen.
Andrea walked in carrying a stack of papers with her, knowing that it was Kelly's medical record made him sick, no one should have such one in their early thirties.
"Kelly, Brandon." Andrea nodded to them her face emotionless. While he appreciated her professionalism, seeing her this way was scaring him.
"How does it look, Andrea?" Kelly asked quietly, he could feel her shake from the nerves and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb soothingly.
"The ultrasound showed that the tissue is back on your ovaries and fallopian tubes." Andrea said slowly, her eyes on the papers in front of her. "It looks worse than before the surgery." She looked at them finally. He felt his world falling apart, up until now it has always been somehow or someday, now he knew there was not going to be someday. "There is a possibility to repeat the surgery and try another round of IVF, but with how quickly and aggressively it returned, the chances do not look very good." Andrea said truthfully.
"I don't want to do that." Kelly said almost immediately.
"Kel …" Brandon started but stopped as soon as he looked at her. This was not the time and place to have this discussion. Maybe later, once everything sinks in, when it stops hurting like it does now, maybe that will be the time when they could discuss it and decide to try again. For now this was it, they were done. His thumb continued stroking her hand.
"What are the chances that I'll get pregnant by myself." Kelly looked at Andrea.
He could see Andrea hesitate. "Zero." This was one of the moments when Andrea hated her job. It was usually about bringing new joy into families. This time she was breaking the dreams of two people who also happened to be her very good friends.
Kelly nodded. "Thank you, Andrea." She said quietly, freeing her hand from Brandon's she stood up and left the office.
Brandon stood up too. "Thanks, Chief." He gave her a quick hug and turned towards the door.
"Brandon." He turned to face her again. "I'm sorry."
"I know." He smiled sadly before he turned again and headed outside the door to find his wife.
Pulled out of his memories the house was still in front of him glowing in the last rays of sun. It was always full of love and laugher, when he found Kelly again and moved back to Los Angeles he envisioned that one day there will be also baby feet patting around it. Now he should let go of that dream. Taking a deep breath he grabbed his belongings and the single red rose he bought her and got out of the car. It was time to find his wife. She needed him tonight, just as he needed her, the only way how they could go through this was together.
He spotted Kelly as soon as he walked inside, sitting on the sofa in the living room her knees pulled close to her. He dropped his belongings in the hallway joining her on the sofa the single rose still in his hand. Wrapping his free hand around her shoulders he kissed the top of her head laying the red rose next to her. Wishing her a happy anniversary would be completely out of line on a day like this, but she understood, letting go of her knees her hands covered his.
"Two years." She said quietly with pain in her voice. After the news they received that morning she completely forgot about it now the memories were flooding back.
The bright Californian sun was warming her skin as she walked down the aisle on the shoulder of her father Bill Taylor. Her blond hair was falling down on her shoulders in neat waves a single white orchid tucked behind her right ear, the only fancy reminder of the occasion. Dressed in a simple white knee length halter dress and barefoot she walked towards the man who captured her heart all those years ago.
It took Brandon four years and unexpected meeting in Hawaii to admit that moving away to Washington without her was a mistake. Despite trying to convince himself otherwise he never stopped loving her, just as she never stopped loving him, even if she was trying to substitute him with Matt or Dylan, there was just one Brandon Walsh and she knew it.
Their romance rekindled shortly after he moved back to Los Angles and year and half later they were standing face to face in front of the priest and their families and friends both ready to start their forever."Your beautiful, Kel." Brandon whispered as her father handed her to him, taking in every single detail of her.
The ceremony has flown by and before they knew it, they were Mr. and Mrs. Walsh. His lips finally met hers in their first kiss as husband and wife. She smiled brightly when they pulled apart, everything was finally as it should be.
Brandon pulled her closer feeling her body tremble and new tears streaking down her cheeks. He run his fingers through her hair soothing her like a little child. "It's okay Kel, just let it out." He whispered, feeling tears in his eyes too.
