They had been married for four months and she was five months along with their child. But for the purposes of keeping their child and Victoria safe, they lied at the due date. For what the public and his parents knew, Victoria was only four months along. The baby was supposedly conceived on their wedding day. However, because of Victoria's small stature she looked to be nothing but stomach. Conrad had started spending less and less time at the office, opting to spend the day sitting in their quaint two bedroom apartment with his wife and unborn child. Victoria was glowing, at least in his eyes, and she was actually looking forward to their child arriving.

Last week they had found out they were having a little girl, since that Conrad had been to a baby store at least three times buying things for his little princess. Victoria had made the nursery, already. It was pink with butterflies and flowers. He could already imagine their little girl, kicking her feet, in the crib. Just four or so more months and it would be true. He didn't care that people thought they rushed into things, he didn't care that his wife was just barely legal, while he was three years older. He loved her and he loved their child and what else really mattered?

He walks into the living room to find his wife flipping through a baby magazine. He stands at the doorway and just watches for a few minutes. She has a content smile on her face and every few seconds her hand gently rubs her ever expanding abdomen and her eyes glimmer with love. He feels his heart just expand, because everything was against them but he didn't care. She was perfection in his eyes.

"Conrad, you're staring again."

He is brought out of his revere with her words. He gives her a small smile before going to sit down next to her. It only takes an instant, but somehow her head finds his shoulder. That is one of the greatest signs of love for him, because the contact Victoria gives him is more than his parents ever did. He kisses her temple and wipes some of her raven colored hair from her face.

"I can't help it, I'm completely in love with the mother of my child."

A grin crosses her face, but in a split second a wince replaces it.

"Victoria?"

"I'm fine, she kicked and sometimes it hurts."

Sometimes, Victoria can sound like such a child without even meaning to and he knows it's because she never truly got to be a child herself. As soon as possible she had to get a job to support herself and she never got the chance to be a child. He gently places his hand on her stomach and smiles as their child kicks him back.

"Do you have to go into work today?"

Conrad grins, sadly and lets out a sigh. He wishes more than anything to just stay with her. Sit on the couch all day, watch TV, talk about the baby. He wishes he could do everything but go into work. However, it's already nine and he gets privileges for being the boss' son, but if he shows up after the lunch break he knows he'll be in major trouble.

"Yes, I'm afraid to say I must. If I want to be able to take off time once the baby is born, I have to work now."

She lets out a sigh that matches the one he had earlier.

"I understand, I just wish you could stay with me. You know I'm needy like that."

"You aren't needy, Victoria. You're pregnant and naturally you need me. But there is nothing needy about that. I love you and wish I could just stick by your side all the time, but sadly I have to work."

His kisses her cheek before standing up and brushing off his pants of any lint that may have found their way. He feels her tug at his tie until her lips meet his. When she releases him, she straightens his tie and gives him a smile. A smile that is automatically reciprocated.

"I love you."

"I love you-"

He pauses to kiss her growing abdomen.

"and you too. I'll call you within the next two or so hours just to check in with you."

He walks in good pace to grab his brief case. He looks back at her one last time before closing the door behind him and making the trip down to the complex's garage where his car is waiting for him.


Conrad tapped his foot steadily on the ground, with the office phone in his hand, right as his father walked into his son's office. He noticed the look of disgust on his father's face and he feigned an apology by the look on his face. When the ringing stopped and the answering machine picked up, he slammed the phone down and tried again.

"Son, what the hell are you doing? You came here to work didn't you?"

It takes him a second to answer because he's so focused on waiting to hear a voice come up on the other line. But it never does and instant the automatic voices of the two of them pop up asking whoever the person calling to leave a message.

"I came to work to work, but I always call Victoria every few hours to check up on her. But she's not picking up and I haven't talked to her all day."

His father shakes his head at him.

"One day you'll learn son that marriage is not about talking to your spouse every few hours and 'checking up on them'."

Conrad feels his anger boiling but at the same time he's worried about his wife. She wasn't planning on going out today and she always answered his calls, no matter what. He springs up from his chair, with his hands slamming on his desk. His eyes look deep into his father's.

"Yeah, because I'd much rather have your marriage dad. Where you don't even know where the heck your wife is. You haven't even talked to mom in days. I'd never want to be you, dad. My wife and I are in love and that means we talk often. Besides, she's pregnant with my child. So I'm going to check on her."

Conrad stormed from his office, thankfully grabbing his car keys before leaving his incredulous father standing in his office.


By the time his foot hit the top step of his apartment floor, he knew something was wrong. So even in his best dress clothes, he ran to his apartment door and banged on it. After a few passing seconds, Victoria didn't open the door so he grabs his key from his jacket pocket and opens the door. His stomach sinks when he sees the sight before him. There's Victoria lying in a pool of her own blood.

"Victoria!"

He rushes to her and immediately checks for her pulse, it's still there. She's still alive, she's still here with him. He looks at her stomach. Their daughter, their little girl. She could be gone. But there's no time to think like that, so he pushes it to the back of his mind. He must react to what's going on around him. He looks to the wall phone and wonders if he should call the ambulance, but he fears it will take too long. He takes her into his arms, stabilizes her head on his shoulder, and then rushes to the car.

"It's going to be okay, baby."

Halfway through the drive, her breathing becomes labored and the fear in him just increases, but there's nothing he can do. He's a minute or two away from the hospital and once he gets there everything will be okay. They'll be able to save her and help their daughter too. He pulls into the ER driveway and puts the car in park. Immediately he gets out of the car and starts yelling for help.

"My wife, something's wrong with her! Please help her, she's pregnant."

Women come over with a gurney. He opens the car door and lays her down on it. He is able to kiss her forehead once before they roll her away. He attempts to follow them but once they get to a room, a strong arm stops him from entering.

"That's my wife."

"Well, you'll have to wait. The doctor needs to examine her and the baby. Go sit down over there. We'll come and get you."

Conrad wants to refuse to sit down, he wants to stand there and watch from the door that separates him and his wife. But he doesn't want to be difficult so he does what he's told. His head is placed firmly in his hands as he waits for a doctor. It takes what feels like forever before he hears footsteps coming toward him. He looks and sees a doctor coming to him so he automatically stands.

"How's my wife? Can I see her?"

He almost immediately starts toward the room, but again an arm halts him. He's getting sick and tired of being stopped. Do people not know who he is? Who his wife is? He's a Grayson, damn it and he wants to see his wife.

"Mr. Grayson, we need too talk first."

"What's wrong? Is it my wife? My little girl?"

Since seeing Victoria lying there in a pool of her own blood all he's felt is fear and apprehension. But now, when he's faced with the grave look of the doctor in front of him, he's even more scared.

"Your wife will be fine, physically she should recover fine. But your daughter- the baby didn't survive. I'm very sorry for your loss."

Conrad feels himself slowly breaking down. His little girl, the one that from the beginning was going to have a better life than him and Victoria combined, is gone. He finds himself on his knees in front of the doctor.

"How did this happen?"

The doctor looks at him with apprehension, but his mouth opens to speak.

"Mrs. Grayson is still technically considered a teenager. Teenagers have a higher chance of spontaneous miscarriage. There was nothing we or you and Mrs. Grayson would've done to stop this from happening. Your wife hasn't woken up yet, we're going to let you tell her."

Conrad doesn't respond, he doesn't even thank the doctor. Instead he just walks to his wife's hospital room. He pulls a rolling seat next to the bed and grabs her hand. The tears start falling as he rests his head on the mattress. How could this have happened? Just this morning, they were feeling their little girl kick. Last night they were talking about names. All of it was so perfect, he should've known this would happen. Nothing can stay perfect for too long.

"Conrad….?"

His head shifts upward as he looks into the confused eyes of his wife. As quickly as possible, he wipes his tears away and attempts to give her a reassuring smile. But as much as he tries it just can't work, he can't smile with the grief of his daughter's death weighing heavily on his heart.

"Hey.."

He reaches out to her, moves some hair from in front eyes. He tries to piece together exactly how he's going to tell her that their little girl is dead.

"Am I at the hospital? What happened? The last thing I remembered is getting up to get ibuprofen for a head ache. I was so dizzy, Conrad. I must've fallen, is that why you brought me here? Because you were worried about the baby. Is she okay?"

He didn't know what to say. How could he tell her that their baby was gone? That she was dead and they had to take her out. What could he say to comfort his young wife in a such a time. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. They were newly married, everything was supposed to fun and new and exciting.

"Victoria, the baby-"

"No, Conrad don't say it. Please, please tell me she's okay. I need to know that our little girl is okay. Please."

She's already being reduced to tears and Conrad isn't far behind. He grabs her hand and sits on the bed next to her.

"I'm so sorry, Victoria. There was nothing we could've done or the doctors could've done to save her. The miscarriage was so spontaneous."

"No, stop it Conrad. Don't say such things. She's fine. She has to be okay."

Just like the day when they found out she was pregnant, her words are barely coherent because of her sobbing. Conrad lays beside her and takes her shaking frame into his arms, he kisses the top of her head and lets her sob into his shirt. He tries to hold onto his own tears while rubbing circles onto her back.

"I love you, Victoria, I love you so much."

He doesn't expect a reply, instead he just continues to hold her. The sobbing doesn't stop, which just makes him hold onto her tighter. It feels like in this hospital room, they could be a million miles away from the world. He knows no doctor or nurse would dare interrupt so he continues to hold her even when her sobbing dies down and instead is replaced with her breathing gently. He lays there, keeps her in his arms and listens to her heart monitor.

It's going to be hard, because this is the first time in five months there's only been one heart beat instead of two.


Yup, pretty much stuck to Revenge's storyline for this one. Only their baby was real. Stick with me for more-happier one shots.