Chapter 3:

Loveless Partnership

Emmy's P.O.V

A few weeks passed since Jonathan spent the night. After waking up to each other and remembering what had happened the night before we agreed to just pretend it didn't happen and move on. I wanted nothing more than to do that. However, just moving on may not be as easy as I wanted or even possible now.

I sat on my bed waiting to see which of the two results the little pregnancy test resting on the counter would show. I was nervous. I did want to be a mother but not yet. I wanted to finish my education, fall in love, get married and all that jazz before I became a mother.

The alarm on my phone went off letting me know it was time to check the test. I let in a deep breath, turned off the alarm, stood up and walked back into my bathroom. I held my breath as I picked up the test. Two pink lines proved my suspicion. I was pregnant and the baby was Jonathan's. Tears formed in my eyes and my heart felt heavy in my chest. I set the test back on the counter and walked back over to my bed.

Thoughts going the speed of light raced through my mind. I had no idea how I was going to do this. I wasn't about to have an abortion but I didn't feel ready yet. How could I raise a child?

I wasn't sure how to tell Jonathan. He was a mysterious man and I had no idea what he would say or think. I picked up my cell phone and started to dial Jonathan's number but paused and put the phone away, not wanting to face him just yet.

I didn't love Jonathan and he didn't love me. That night was a one night stand nothing more. I'm sure he would feel the same way if not more so. I still had time to decide what to do. I didn't need to tell him right away.

'I'll tell him tomorrow morning after class. It would be better to tell him in person.' I thought after lying down on the bed. It wasn't too long before I felt myself drift into a dreamless sleep.

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Pain, it felt like a dagger had been cut through my abdomen. I tried to sit up but a felt another wave of sharp pain. After that wave had ended I sat up slowly only to feel something wet on the bed sheets. When another wave of pain ended I stood up, bend over and walked over the wall and turned on the lights.

I was shocked to see the blood that had stained my sheets.

"Oh my god." I gasped before looking down to my pajama pants. Blood seemed to be seeping out of my pants. I staggered across the floor to the bathroom to try to get a little cleaned up. Once there I felt dizzy and fell to the floor. Soon things turned black.

I didn't know how long I had been knocked out, when I heard Jonathan calling my name. I slowly sat up.

"Jonathan." I manage to choke out. Within a few seconds the bathroom door opened to reveal Jonathan. He eyes met mine for a second before he looked to the pool of blood I was lying in.

"What happened?" Jonathan inquired as he knelt next to me. His hand reached into his pocket and I saw him pull

"I don't know. I woke up to the pool of blood on my bed. I made my way over to the bathroom to get cleaned up and fainted." I hoarsely answered.

"I'm calling 911. You need to be at a hospital." Jonathan informed me before he looked at his phone.

"I'm pregnant." I blurted out. I needed to tell him. He stared at me for a moment.

"What?" he asked as if to make sure he had heard me correctly.

"I'm pregnant it's yours." I repeated. He continued to stare as he took in this new information.

"Are you sure?" he questioned. I nodded pointing up to the test. He stood up and looked at the test to see the two lines stating I was pregnant.

"Do you think this is a miscarriage?" I asked him. It looked like a miscarriage; I wasn't sure what else could be going on.

"I don't know." Jonathan answered dialing a number on his cell.

"Hi my friend is bleeding badly and she's pregnant." Jonathan told someone on the other line. He listened for a few moments.

"She needs an ambulance. She's losing a lot of blood." He said getting irritated. After a couple more minutes he gave the person my address and hung up the phone.

"An ambulance is on its way." Jonathan told me as he put the phone back in his pocket. He looked back at me. There was a bit of worry in his eyes, something I hadn't seen before.

"Thanks for your help." I whispered. I was starting to feel faint.

"How long have you known?" he asked me.

"I found out last night. I was going to tell you this morning after our first class." I answered, assuming he was talking about the pregnancy. Jonathan went to say something but we heard the front door open. Jonathan stood up and walked out of the bathroom. A few seconds later he was back with a couple of EMTs. The EMTs hoisted me up onto the stretcher and took me out of the apartment.

Once I was loaded into the ambulance one of them turned to Jonathan.

"Do you want to ride with her?" he asked. Jonathan nodded and jumped into the ambulance and sat next to me.

"You're going to be ok." He calmly said to me.

Once at the hospital they told Jonathan to wait in the waiting room as they took me to the back so they could stabilize the bleeding.

Jonathan's P.O.V

I hated waiting; I wanted to know what's going on. I wanted to know how Emmy and the baby were, assuming the pregnancy was still viable. I sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting room thinking back to this morning. Emmy was so pale and looked near death when I found her.

The pregnancy was definitely a surprise to me. I hadn't thought about her being pregnant, though it did explain why she had felt sick the last few class periods.

Now the only thing I could do was sit and wait. Wait to find out if I would be having a baby with Emmy or if we had lost it.

I thought about what would happen if she was still pregnant. Would we get married simply because she got pregnant or would she want to get rid of it? Would she want to put the child up for adoption? Or would she keep it and/or take the child back to Iowa? I hated the unknown.

"Jonathan Crane?" a doctor said coming into the room. A few hours had passed since Emmy was taken to the back. I stood up and walked over to him.

"How is she?" I asked the doctor.

"We had to give Miss Dawson a blood transfusion but we got the bleeding to stop. She had a tear. It's not common in these circumstances but it happens occasionally. She should be alright." He replied.

"And the baby?" I asked. I wanted to know if her pregnancy was still viable.

"They'll be taking Miss Dawson in for an ultrasound in a few minutes. We'll determine if there is baby and how far long she is. She says you're welcome to join her for the ultrasound." The doctor informed me.

"Yes I would like to go." I replied, knowing it would be better than just waiting here. The doctor nodded, told me to follow him and took me to the room Emmy was in. She gave me a weak smile.

"Hey." She greeted softly, reaching her hand out for mine. I took it without thinking and sat in a chair next to her. It wasn't long before the tech started the ultrasound.

The tech looked around for a few seconds before she said, "Here is the baby's heartbeat." She pointed out a small imagine with that had a flutter in its chest.

I was somewhat in awe at the evidence that Emmy was indeed pregnant. After taking some measurements and determining Emmy was six weeks pregnant, they took Emmy and I back into a hospital room, where Emmy would be staying the next few days.

Once the nurse left I turned to Emmy.

"This has been an eventful day." I stated walking over to her. She nodded as I sat on the bed next to her, watching her. I wanted to know what she was thinking, feeling and what she wanted to do about this situation.

"What do you want to do?" she asked me.

"What do you mean?" I asked her wanting her tell me her thoughts.

"About the baby, I mean. Do you want to keep it, get rid of it, put it up for adoption?" she asked me.

"I don't particularly care for the last two options, so I'd prefer to keep it." I replied. This child was merely an extension of me. How could I not want it?

"So what…you get him or her every other week or how do you want to work that out?" she asked letting me know she wanted the baby too.

"We could do that or we can do the proper thing and get married." I suggested. I was ready to follow through with it. I honestly didn't think I could stand being married to Emmy for the rest of my life but it was worth the experiment. Plus having Emmy as my life partner could have its advantages. If nothing else she would be a free caregiver to my child.

Marrying her meant she wouldn't leave, taking the baby with her. That meant I would be able to get to know my child. Emmy was merely a vessel for my growing offspring. She would take care of my child while I was in medical school and at work.

Emmy's P.O.V

I was scared and happy that the baby was alright. However, I wasn't sure what to think of Jonathan suggesting marriage.

"I'm not marrying a man I hardly know just because he got me pregnant." I informed him.

"Understandable; however in working with each other this past semester I think we have proven to be a strong team. Isn't that all marriage is? A partnership? Plus our child deserves to have both of his or her parents. Don't you agree?" he questioned.

I thought a moment. He did have a good point, we had made a pretty good team this past semester and our child did deserve to have both parents in his/her life constantly.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" I asked him, trying to read his thoughts.

"Yes. I think it would be to our child's benefit. I will graduate at the end of next semester with my Masters and I've already received a full scholarship to and have been accepted to medical school. After schooling and residency is over I'll be a psychiatrist and I'll be able to take care of you and our child. That is if you don't want to work. If you want to work I'm fine with that too." Jonathan told me.

I was surprised with his offer. I couldn't believe how much thought he had put into this in only a few short hours.

"You don't love me." I said to him.

"Marriage is a partnership, love isn't a requirement. Besides, I care for our child. I promise with me both of you will be taken care of." He repeated. I thought another moment. He was making a pretty good argument on why I should marry him. I was surprised he'd even suggest it. Half the time I didn't think he even liked me so why on Earth would he suggest getting married?

"You're serious about this aren't you?" I asked him, seeing that he wasn't joking.

"I wouldn't joke about this. We owe it to our child and I do think we could have a successful partnership." He firmly said.

"It's a long partnership." I told him.

"I understand but I think we can make it work. There's no denying that we are two very different people but sometimes those relationship are the ones that last the longest and are the strongest." He commented. I nodded and thought for a moment.

"I don't want a really big wedding. Let's go to the courthouse and have a quick ceremony, just the two of us." I told him, deciding to accept his proposal. I didn't know what his motivations were but I didn't want to go through the pregnancy alone.

"That's acceptable. We can do that when you're able to leave." He said. I nodded, the sooner the better I guessed. This was going to be more like a business partnership than an actual marriage. I didn't want that; however I did want my child to have both of us readily available. Jonathan was obviously willing to fill the husband and father role.

"Where will we live? My apartment is kind of small for three people." I asked him.

"I have a three bedroom apartment just up the street from you. I believe it will suit our new family nicely." He replied. I went to say something else but a nurse came in.

"I'm sorry sir, but visiting hours are over. I have to ask you to leave." The nurse said to Jonathan. Jonathan turned back to me.

"I will come back tomorrow. I'll let our professors know that you're in the hospital. Hopefully we can work something out so this semester can still count towards your Masters." He offered.

"Thank you." I said. He nodded.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He repeated, giving me a kiss. The kiss felt like death there was no emotion to it. At least he cared enough to want to do what was best for our child.

Once the kiss ended he left. After the nurse took my vitals she left. I sat in the hospital room alone and thought about how my life was turning out. Life was so different from what I had thought it would be.

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Author's Note: Hello again. Thanks to everyone who is following/favoring my story. A special thanks to gothgirlstrikesagain for reviewing. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Thanks again to all you readers! If you have a moment please leave a review. Construction criticism is always welcome. Thanks!-Lin