Disclaimer: I am in no way affliated with CBS, GL, Marcy or Daniel. Just a fan!

A/N: Okay, said I wasn't going to follow the show, but things that happened Friday were just too good to not be a part of this! I don't think Lizzie is pregnant, but I had an idea for a twist on this story. Oh, and sorry, Jon and Sarah probably won't be coming home in my story. I can't wait for it to happen on the show, but I just wanted to a sweet strictly Bizzie fic, because I've heard February sweeps are going to bring about a "Jon/Lizzie/Bill" love triangle.

For Keeps


II. "You were a real sweet boy son, but you're turning into a real bad man."


Two days after Bill had assured her she had no reason to be jealous of Ava Peralta, Lizzie had walked in on them doing the dirty. With the door open! And he had been mocking her help to boot. She had wanted to be cool calm and collected. A strong and independent woman who slapped on smile and acted as if everything was all right.

But, she had done the Lizzie-thing and reamed him out. She didn't care anymore. She wanted nothing more to do with that low-life. He made her feel horrible about herself, using her like an object, at a time when she was just starting to get her life back together. And that he would do this, so close to approaching the eve of her baby girl's death, proved how truly miserable he was.

Still lower was that scum Ava. Lizzie had thought for a split second that his little bed buddy had come outside to actually try and comfort her, but instead she had just outlined the reasons that Lizzie was all wrong for Bill, and the reasons that she (Ava) was all right for him. Baggage. That's what she'd said Lizzie had, baggage. Lizzie would love to see Ava with baggage. Baggage and a plane ticket to lands unknown. And after seeing them, she wouldn't mind if Bill was boarding that same plane.

"Bill Lewis is a selfish pig." She repeated to Reva as they sat at the hospital waiting for the results of the test she had just taken. A test she had very mixed emotions about.

"I know honey. But, that selfish pig just might be fathering your child."

This was panning out to be such a distressing week. One year ago around this time Jonathon Randall, a man who she had earnestly thought she loved (despite his serious relationship with her one time best friend) had driven over a cliff, and taken her precious baby girl with him. Lizzie was numb from the inside out thinking about the loss she's suffered. What made it worse was, their death, and Tammy's, she blamed all on herself. No, she hadn't been behind the wheel of either cars, but she had went to her grandfather for help, when she knew how vile he was.

She had just wanted to keep Sarah. Sarah was the only thing she'd ever wanted so badly. And her actions had taken her away.

Talking to Reva always helped, but today when they'd been talking, Lizzie's stomach pains had became so bad that Reva made her go to Cedars. That was not fun. A hospital. Hospitals were full of memories of death. Of good memories too though, like the snowy night Sarah had been born. So, Lizzie was very conflicted.

She was so stunned when the doctor had told her she felt she might be pregnant, that she was surprised she hadn't fell off the table. Then it all came back to her. She had been so wrapped up in her grief that she'd been ignoring the warning signs. The undeniable nausea. Heightened sense of smell. She'd been through these things less than a year and a half ago.

Part of Lizzie wanted it to be true so bad. She wanted a baby. Not to replace Sarah, because that was a hole that could never be filled. She just wanted someone to love. Someone to be good too, and actually give a normal life that she had not had. A second chance for that brief bit of happiness she had while being a mother. Just to feel like a mother again. To feel like a woman again.

On the other hand, there was Bill Lewis. Cold, callous, irritatingly cynical Bill. The same guy who had been causing trouble for everyone decent in the town since he'd come home. Even his own father Billy. Good, sweet, kind, self-sacrificing Billy who Lizzie owed so much too. She should have known that son of his was a ticking time bomb from the get go. Now here she sat, possibly with his child. She would say his demon spawn, but she would never think so harshly of her own baby.

And, a third part of Lizzie, the one the middle part was kicking the crap out of, thought this was good for a very different reason. This would make Bill want her the way she wanted him. It would make him want to be a family with her and the baby. To call her 'sweetheart' and 'princess' all the time, and rub her stomach, and bring her flowers, and wink fondly at her, and never ever even think about nasty Ava ever again.

"You're being real quiet." Reva said as continued to sit in the waiting room of Cedars. She draped a supportive arm around Lizzie's shoulder. "Don't worry. If you are having a baby, I'll be there for you, in everyway. And so will Billy. You won't even need Bill, at all. Or your granddad."

"I will never need my granddad again…and I certainly don't need Bill." She said darkly.

The doctor walked by, and Lizzie looked up expectantly

"No results yet Miss Spaulding. Soon. Thank you for being patient."

Lizzie just sighed, and shivered little in the cold of the waiting room.

"So, what are you thinking kid?" Reva asked, wanting to know Lizzie's feelings. Truth was, she really cared a lot about her. She may be a spoiled Spaulding, but she'd turned into a real sweet spoiled Spaulding. Poor thing. It ripped Reva apart to bear such a horrid secret from the fragile little thing, but what could she do? She was bound by the bonds of motherhood to stay true to her son. And this is what he wanted.

Speaking of Jonathon, she'd talked over the phone with him while Lizzie was in the exam room. He was just checking in, and she'd mentioned Lizzie being sick with grief. He'd been concerned, and mentioned coming to town to check on her. Reva had shooed away that possibility. Alan was acting obsessive again lately. It was the wrong time to have Sarah anywhere near Springfield.

"Argh" Lizzie clutched her stomach. This time the pain was more violent, more nauseating.

"You okay? Should I call the doctor?" Reva asked, eyes worried.

It passed, and Lizzie settled back in her chair. "No. That was just a really bad one. You know, I think I really am pregnant. I mean, these pains aren't too familiar, but I just have that familiar pregnant feeling. You know, that motherly feeling."

The other two parts had kicked the middle one out. Lizzie wanted this baby. She wanted to be a good mother. To start her life as a mother. To not make any of the same mistakes she'd made before. She wanted Bill to be part of it, but if it's not what he wanted, she wouldn't scheme, or pitch a fit. She would be happy with the new little blessing God had bestowed upon her. Her redemption was this baby. She smiled at Reva, and placed a hand on her belly.

"I'm going to be okay. We, me and this baby, are going to be just fine."

Reva clutched her. "Well, Miss Mommy, I guess I need to get some celebratory food. Anything you're craving yet?"

"With Sarah I ate about a bazillion Buzz burgers. I couldn't get enough of them" She smiled hopefully.

Reva smiled taking the hint. "I'll go on over and order us a couple. When you get all your orders here, you report to Company and we'll strategize on nursery patterns and baby names."

"And how to deal with very unhappy men who don't want to be Daddies. " She said with a half smile.

The older woman just winked "We'll deal with him."

Lizzie smiled gleefully to herself, and continued to pat her stomach,. Pretty soon it would be bursting with new life. A little Spaulding-Lewis. Or just a Spaulding…or maybe, she hoped against hope, just a Lewis.

As she was deciding between the names Reva or Lilly for a girl, and Will or Harlan for a boy, she barely heard the doctor approaching.

Lizzie immediately gulped at the grave look on her face.

"Miss Spaulding, could you please step in the exam room, I have something I need to explain to you."


"Stop yelling at me like a little kid! Ever since I came back to town you have been all over my case. You owe me. You almost got me killed in Venezuela, and you're acting like I'm the wayward one? You're in rehab!"

Bill Lewis was so sick of his father right now, he could throw a chair.

"I'll start treatin' you like a man when you earn it, boy. You're actin' like a spoiled little punk, and I didn't raise no punks. Now I love you, I do, but you better not be thinkin' I'm going to let you keep walkin' all over little darlin' without sayin' anything. She's a good soul, and all you've done is try to break her since you got here." His father was elevating his voice with same intensity his son was.

Bill scoffed.

"Hey, I've told her no lies about who I am. She knew I wasn't Romeo. She's not the blind one, I am."

"That girl" Billy said, saying with concern "Has been through the fire. She has dealt with a pain no woman should ever have to bear at any point in her life. She lost a baby when she wasn't nothin' but a baby-child herself. Your teasin' is not good for her. You're hurtin' her, and I won't stand for it."

Deep down, Bill felt a pang of guilt for the way he'd been treating Lizzie. He really meant her no harm. She was cute, and a real shot of life. She was just…too heavy for him right now, emotionally that is. He was not ready for a long haul thing, of any kind.

"Hmm. You're so mad that I'm playing cat and mouse with Lizzie, but you don't even care that some sicko tried to kill me. But, oh I forgot, it's okay because he only blinded me."

"We're not even discussin' that. I'm just layin' it out to you real simple like. You were a real sweet boy son, but you're turning into a real bad man. You stay away from Lizzie. "

After that confrontation, Bill decided to buy Lizzie a bunch of daisies on his way back home.


"Darlin', I'm home." Bill called brightly after he entered the hotel room, flowers in hand, Dinah at his heels.

When he heard no response from Lizzie he tired again. "Come on Princess, you can't stay mad at Daddy forever. He's real, real sorry."

"She's not here Bill" Dinah said lowly.

"Not here? How do you know?"

"Unlike you little brother, I can see. And I see she's not here, and I am currently reading a note she left you."

"Don't keep me in the dark, what's my sweetie's love note say."

'Bill, I'm sorry. Really sorry. I can't see you anymore. It hurts too much, and I can't explain why. You're probably happy anyway, but I needed to say sorry even if you don't understand why. Just leave me alone. I have too much baggage for you. Too much for anyone. Signed Lizzie." Dinah read off monetonely.

"How melodramatic." Bill quipped cracking a smile. "I can't believe she got this mad over me bouncing around with Ava. She is such a drama queen. She just wants to get reaction out of me."

"I don't know." Dinah said quietly "Her writing is pretty erratic. It's even got tearstains. I think this may be more than just Ava."

Bill sighed.

"What could it possibly be?"