Chapter 2: Something Is Wrong

Jessica was walking out of surgery when she felt two tiny arms wrap around her leg. Jessica looked down at her little girl. "Hey baby girl." She picked her up and set Annabelle down on the counter at the nurse's station. "How was camp today?"

"Fine." Annabelle said.

"Just fine?" Jessica asked as she filled out some last minute paper work.

"We made birdhouses today."

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to paint mine tomorrow."

Jessica put the chart in a pile for the nurses to file. "Let's go see Daddy." She put her arms out and carried Annabelle to the elevator.

Once on the floor upstairs, Jessica put Annabelle down. Wilson's office door was open so Annabelle went in. Jessica could hear the delighted giggles of Annabelle before she saw her daughter being tickled by Wilson. "Are you ready to go home?" Wilson asked Annabelle when he stopped tickling her.

"Yes." She said sitting on his lap.

Wilson looked up and saw Jessica standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face. Wilson set Annabelle down and went over to Jessica. "Hi."

"Hi." They exchanged a quick peck on the lips.

"Are you done now?" He asked.

"I have to go do a quick checkup on a post-op patient. Then I will be done. You?"

"I'm done. I'll take her home and start making dinner."

"Okay. I'll see you two at home." Jessica looked at Annabelle. "Bells, daddy is going to take you home."

"What about you?" Annabelle asked.

"I'll be home soon. Don't give dad any trouble."

"I won't." Annabelle ran up and wrapped her arms around her mother's legs. "Bye mom."

"I'll see you later." Jessica said untangled from Annabelle before leaving the office.

Chase closed the house door and listened for the sound of his children and wife. "Hello?" He called. There was no answer. "Family, are you here?" Nothing, it didn't make sense because Allison's car was in the driveway so they had to be here. He walked into the kitchen, the oven was on, and the patio door was open. He walked outside to find Allison working in her garden while Simon and Claire played on the swing set.

"Daddy!" Claire said jumping off the swing and ran over to Chase.

Chase picked her up. "Hey sweetie, did you have a good day?"

Claire enthusiastically nodded her head. "Mommy let me plant flowers with her."

"Oh, she did. What kind did you plant?"

"Sunflowers."

"Wow." Chase couldn't help but smile at his daughter's happy face. He put Claire down and watched as she ran back to the swing set. Chase walked over to Cameron, who was busily working in her garden. He leaned over and kissed her neck.

"Robert, that tickles." He grinned at her. "There are kids around, be good."

"Honey, when it comes to—" She gave him that look that meant he had to be careful in picking his wording, even if the kids were out of ear shot. "—To grownup activities I know better than to do that in front of the kids. Plus, I was just kissing you chill."

"I know, but one thing leads to another and some people can't control themselves."

"Let's clarify: you can't control yourself."

"Some things never change." She said with a devilish smile.

"I'm going to go change out of these clothes. I'll be back."

"Okay," Cameron said before grabbing Chase by the tie and giving his a kiss on the lips. "By the way honey that's an ugly tie."

"Thanks. Now that you've ruined it I won't be able to wear it again."

"You're welcome. Oh, can you check the timer on the stove for me."

"Yeah, I will."

Chase changed into jeans and a t-shirt before coming downstairs. He checked the timer it had ten more minutes on it. Chase saw his son, Simon, had come inside the house. "Hey buddy. How are you?"

"I'm fine." Simon said as he went into the fridge and got out a grape juice box.

"Did you have a good day at school?"

"Yeah," Simon said as sat at a small table in the kitchen. "Can you open this?"

"Sure," Chase took the juice box and straw from his son. He poked the straw into the box and handed it back to Simon.

"Thank you." Simon said before taking a sip of the juice.

"Your welcome." Chase watched his son. Chase knew that Simon inherited his quiet side from him. He sometimes wished that Simon had inherited Allison's outspoken honesty. It was better than being quiet and shy. Then again, Chase had outgrown his shyness so it was okay. "Do you want to bring a juice box to Claire?"

"Sure," Simon said as he grabbed another juice box out of the fridge. He handed it to his father, who poked the straw into the juice box.

Chase picked Simon off his chair, kissed his son on the forehead, and placed Simon on his feet on the floor. "I love you buddy."

"Love you too Dad." Simon said before bringing the juice box outside to Claire.

Jessica walked into her house and smiled as she heard her husband and daughter in the kitchen. She smiled as she walked in to see Wilson teaching his cooking techniques to their daughter. "What are we doing in here?"

"Daddy is letting me cut the vegetables."

"Cool." Jessica looked at the miniature chef hat that Annabelle was wearing. "I like the hat Bells."

"Thank you."

"Your welcome." Jessica turned to Wilson. "Do you need any help?"

"Nope, we have everything under control. Is the smell of the wine bothering you?"

"No." Jessica went over to the cabinet and took some plates out.

"Bells, why don't you go set the table since you are done with the vegetables." Wilson said as Annabelle finished cutting the last of the vegetables. Annabelle took the plates from her mother and took them to the dining room table. Wilson slipped his arm around Jessica's waist and pulled her in close.

"Uh hi."

"How was work?"

"It was fine. What about you?" Jessica said as her body relaxed against Wilson. She laid her head on his shoulder.

"A patient is in remission so it was good. You look tired." Wilson gently rubbed one of his hands up and down Jessica's back.

"I am."

"Do you want to go lay down for awhile?"

"No." Wilson moved his hand between Jessica and himself. Jessica softly laughed into Wilson's shoulder. "Behave yourself there are little eyes in the other room. I don't want to have the 'where do babies come from' conversation tonight. In fact, I'd like to postpone that conversation for a couple of years if possible."

"Shh…" Wilson said. "That won't be a problem." He put his hand on her stomach. "Are you being nice to your mother?"

"Well, besides messing with my hormones and senses he has been fine."

"He?" Wilson asked.

"I just have a feeling it's a boy. It's a mother instinct thing."

"Uh huh." Wilson said.

"You don't believe me."

"It's not that. I just think it's a little early to be picking out names."

"I'm not saying we pick out names. I'm just telling you…" Jessica broke away from Wilson and went over to the fridge. "Never mind."

"Jessica…" Wilson said mentally slapping himself. How could he forget that hormones were part of the package?

Jessica rummaged through the fridge. She took out a cartoon of milk and a glass bottle of lemonade. She poured a glass of lemonade for herself and a cup of milk for Annabelle. Annabelle walked into the kitchen and looked between her parents. Even though Annabelle was seven years old, it did not mean she was completely oblivious.

Annabelle went over to her mother and stretched up her arms. Jessica picked up Annabelle, who rested her head on her shoulder. Jessica kissed her daughter's forehead and walked into the dining room. She placed Annabelle in her seat before going back to the kitchen where dinner was served.

After dinner, Jessica and Wilson were clearing the table while Annabelle was playing in the backyard. "I'm sorry." Wilson said.

"It's okay." Jessica said as she loaded the dishwasher. "I'm just a little more sensitive than usual. Sorry." Wilson nodded his head. He stood behind Jessica and kissed her neck. Jessica smiled and let her body relax. Jessica suddenly stiffened.

"What's wrong?"

"I must have just eaten something that disagreed with me." Jessica said as she clutched the counter and her hand knuckles turned white. "I am going to go lie down."

"Okay," Wilson said not thinking it was anything. He had not seen Jessica clutching the counter.

Upstairs, Jessica changed into pajamas and got into bed. She lay there for a few moments looking at the ceiling. The pain was going away now. "It must have been the food." She told herself and fell asleep.

Later that night, Jessica bolted right up in bed. Wilson woke up and looked at Jessica. "Bad dream?" He sleepily mumbled.

"I guess." Jessica lay back down. That's when she felt it. Jessica sat up and turned on the light. She stuck her hand under the blanket and could feel something wet. The familiar smell of iron hit her before she saw it. "Ah, James!" Jessica brought up her hand it was covered in blood.

Wilson looked at Jessica's hand and then at her. "Okay, don't panic. Let's just get you to the hospital."

Hours later in the hospital, Wilson silently sat in a chair as Jessica slept in a hospital bed. Only after he heard a light knock on the door did Wilson walked out of the room and over to the where Jessica's OGYN was standing and waiting for him. "How are you James?" She asked.

"I'm doing as well as can be expected. When can I take her home?"

"Today when she wakes up. I would like to do the DNC tomorrow if that is possible."

Wilson shook his head. "I don't know. Jessica is asleep right now. She'd be the one to ask."

"Tomorrow or the next day, either is fine."

"I'll ask her."

"I'm sorry if I appear cold."

"No, I understand." Wilson had been similar with his patients once upon a time. However, he soon discovered that being so formal and cold wasn't his way. "Is there anything we should expect?"

"She will probably have bad cramps for the next couple of days so I am going to write her a prescription for Vicodin. I wouldn't expect her to be at work for the next two days."

"Okay," Wilson said. He knew that Cuddy would understand and let Jessica have the next two nights off work.

"Also, take time for yourself. You just lost a child. That's not easy."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." Wilson said finishing his conversation before going back into Jessica's room and waiting for her to awake.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a bit of a downer. Some key things happen in this and the next chapter that is part of a major story arc. Sorry if you got depressed for a bit.

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