Bailey watched as Catherine smiled and greeted various doctors and staff as she walked through the halls of the hospital. She wasn't buying the whole I am doing fine bit she was selling to the world. Richard's death shattered Bailey and she could only imagine what Catherine was feeling. His death made her worry about Ben even more now than ever before. However, they continued therapy keeping their bond stronger than before. She gathered the files she needed from the nurses station and began to make her way to her office.

Their last therapy session Ben caught her off guard with thoughts of wanting to adopt a child. She wasn't against it just something they never discussed. And because they didn't discuss it she thought Tuck would be their only child. But the more she thought about it perhaps it was something she should seriously consider. She was doing a lot better with balancing her career and home. So if a younger child came into their lives they could make the time.

Bailey arrived at her office poured herself some coffee and before she could sit at her desk there was a knock the door.

Jackson entered inquiring about last minute details for the the workshop he was leading. Before he walked out she stopped him, "Jackson how is your mom really doing? I know you are going to say she's ok. I may not know her like I knew Richard but I don't think she's doing ok." Jackson remained silent for longer than he intended. He leaned against the closed door and finally responded with "I know."

"I've tried a number of things. The wedding is the one thing that keeps her joyful. But after that then what? Maggie and I are going to do Thanksgiving at our place. I'm hoping she attends instead of running off to Boston to be alone."

"I would love to help if I can. Just let me know Jackson." She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. He nodded said a quick thank you and left.

Maggie was running behind schedule all due to spilling coffee on her blouse. She was shuffling through the closet for something else to wear. Picked up her purse and decided to carry a tote instead. As she transferred some of the contents from one bag to the other she realized she hadn't used the tampons in her bag. She quickly grabbed her phone to check her calendar she was two weeks late. "No way." She slowly sank to the floor.

Maggie continued to stare at her phone in disbelief. "It's stress. Yep stress I'm not pregnant. Wedding plans, chaotic hospital, never ending research. Stress." She rose from the floor and stopped in front of the floor length mirror in their bedroom before heading downstairs. She tried to picture herself pregnant. Carrying a child made from the love her and Jackson. For a moment she could feel nothing but joy but it quickly faded because she knew that it was just stress and not a child.

As she opened the door to walk out she ran into an older white man at who was standing at their door.

"I'm sorry were you about to knock on this door?" Something about him seemed so familiar. "Yes. I am looking for Jackson Avery. Perhaps I.have the wrong place?"

"Oh he's not in. Can I help? I'm his fiance."

Maggie knew she was staring really hard but he looked a little bit like…

"Maggie Pierce?"

"Wait a minute how do you know my name?"

She took a steps back and held on to the pepper spray attached to her keys.

"My name is Robert Avery. I'm Jackson's father."