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Two years and five months ago.

Catherine woke up when she felt a hand on her belly. She opened her eyes and saw her husband leaning to the bed. He kissed her now 8 months' belly. She smiles at him.

"Hey honey" she spoke in a gravelly voice.

"Go back to sleep." Vincent softly whisper.

"I can't."

His eyebrow arc. He was about to ask her why but she spoke first.

"You have to kiss me first then I will go back to sleep."

He then relaxed, his lips twitch then leaned further, wrapped his hand on the side of her neck and kiss her on the lips. Soft and sweet.

"I miss you."

"I miss you too babe." He whispers softly. "Now go back to sleep."

"Okay"

"I'll be here when you wake up."

"Really? You're not on call or on duty tomorrow?"

"No. I asked a day off. I told them I really miss my wife and that I need to take a break so that I can take care of her and our baby in her belly."

Catherine felt a warm whoosh. Even after a year of being married with Vincent, she still felt warm all over every time he is being sweet. She will never get used to him being sweet, and caring. He was a badass scary looking man. You would never tell that he is becoming a doctor because of his physical looks. She knew, all the nurses and other patients always drool whenever they see him in the hospital. She knew, because every time they are in bed, he always tells her everything. She would just smile instead of getting jealous. She even felt proud that the man they are fantasizing is the man who is coming to her every night on her bed, who knocked her off instantly and married her after four months of dating, who vowed to her that he will give everything for her and make her happy until his last breath. So yeah. No reason to get jealous.

"You know if I'm not carrying our first born, I will jump off on you and kiss you senselessly for being sweet"

Vincent curve his lips, showing his dimples.

"I know you like it. You, always jumping off me when I'm being sweet is one of the reason why you are pregnant right now. You can't help it."

She slightly narrows her eyes. "I blame you because you're hot."

Catherine saw his dimple deepened. She loves that dimple. She even loved it more when she was the one who making him laugh.

"Are we gonna flirt all night or are you going back to sleep?" he asked. His face now only two inches away from her.

"I can't sleep now knowing you're here. I'll wait for you to come to bed." She said softly.

"Okay, honey" he whispers back. She felt his lips on her forehead.

~~000~~

Minutes have passed, her eyes were close, she felt the bed move. She knew Vincent joined her. She felt his hands around her stomach. Since she started showing, her husband always curled his hands around her belly. Every chance he gets.

She also felt his face on her temple. She knew he was smelling her hair and soon he will fall asleep. Deep. Before that going to happen, she open her mouth to speak.

"Honey?"

"Yeah, babe." He mumbled through his hair.

"Did you already decide where will I give birth?"

"Yes. I decided you're going to give birth in the hospital."

"But Vincent, I want to give birth here, in our house."

"I will not do it Catherine. I want you to be in safe hand. I want to stand beside you, holding your hands while you are pushing not standing between your legs and tell you to push."

Catherine shut her mouth. She knew Vincent will refuse on her request.

When she was six months pregnant, she talked to Vincent how and where she wants to give birth. She told him to do it in their home and that he is going to be her doctor. Of course, Vincent argued with her because first, he was not an OB. Second, he was scared as hell for her. He always told her to stop discussing because he doesn't want to argue with her. She doesn't want that either so she patiently waiting for his decision.

Now is the time to remind him. But he seems made up his mind.

"Please Vincent, I will feel safe knowing you are the one who will handle me."

"This is not up for discussion again honey. I let you decide not to go to OB because you want us to surprise when the baby come out. I didn't tell you babe but it kills me, not knowing what is the gender of our baby. Every time I see you cringing, I know you're in pain but I didn't tell you because I don't want you to be worried about me worrying about you. So I kept my mouth shut but babe, get this, deep inside I am worried and scared as hell for you and for the baby. So please, let me give this. Let me do what I needed to do. For you and for us."

Catherine knew he was right. He let her decide not to go to OB because she like the thrill not knowing the gender of their baby. He loves her so much that even if it kills him, he agreed and never complained. She sighed, turned her head so that they were face to face.

"Okay. I'll do it in the hospital."

"Thank God."

Vincent pulled her closer. He deep his chin and kissed her softly.

"I'm sorry if I worry you."

"You always worry me Catherine. I don't see you the whole day it worries me how you're doing, if you eat on time. You call me on my phone, my heart started to beat faster because I'm worried maybe something happens to you. Even before you got pregnant I feel that way. Not only that but I also worry about other things."

Her head slightly jerks away to look closely to his eyes. Confuse, she asked "Other things? Like what?"

"Like your parent's approval. I feel like I'm still hanging on to get their acceptance."

It dawns on Catherine that until now her husband worry about everything especially when it comes to her. Her parents don't like him even after he proves how much he loves her. She knew they saw the way Vincent to her, how he showed to them repeatedly that he can take care of her and provide for her even if he doesn't have much to offer.

On her part, she also showed to her parents that she accepts Vincent with all her heart. She didn't care if he doesn't enough to provide for her like her parents wanted for her. Only his love is enough for her to love him because he's not only hot. He was also kind, the purest heart she ever known. He was responsible, hardworking, possessive, overprotective, loving and sweet to the core. Material things don't matter to her because all the traits that Vincent's possess is enough for her to give her hand and marry the man of her dreams.

But unfortunately her parents don't see that way. Especially her father who is not fan of Vincent. She always argued with him, fighting for her Vincent. She even threatened him that he would never see her face for the rest of his life if he didn't accept Vincent. With her threat her father compromise and even tried to warm his hearts for Vincent but it is not enough and it became worst when she got pregnant. He put up a face whenever he was in front of Vincent but you can still sense the bad vibe around him.

Her mother is a different story.

Her mother warmed towards him when she saw something in Catherine's eyes. She saw happiness and contentment that she knew was not there not until Vincent came to her life. She liked Vincent. She was happy for her and afraid at the same time. She was also a doctor and that she's willing to help Vincent to achieve his goal and also to help the couple to settle on their life. She even volunteered to be Vincent's trainer in ER. She saw how dedicated and hard-working her son in law is. She even bonded with him, got to know him and no wonder her first born daughter fell in love with him. Now all is well between the two of them. She's happy as well that finally her daughter's dream is finally come true.

"My mom already accepted you Vincent. And Dad, well, he's still hard on you. But he's warming up specially he is going to be a grandfather." Catherine smile, flashing her assuring smile.

"Did you see his face when he found out you are pregnant? God. I'll never forget that look. If looks could kill, you already a widow."

"Don't say that. I know he still doesn't like you but he can't do anything. He knows I'm in love with you. He was just in denial and blind to see that I am happy with my life. He just can't accept that I ended up with you."

"I get why he dislike me. I am not the man for you. You came from money and I'm not."

"But you are working hard to get where you are right now. And I am so proud of you. I chose to be with you because you are a good person. It's a shame he doesn't see that. I just hope someday, time will come, he will realize how you made his daughter the happiest woman and how much you change my life."

"Can we not talk about your father?" Vincent finally give up. He knew her father will not warm to him because no matter how hard he tried to prove his love to Catherine, he will never accept him. So better change the topic before he loses control.

"Gladly." Catherine sigh. She tucked her face on Vincent's neck. "I love you so much Vincent Keller." She whispers softly.

"I love you too."

~~~000~~~

Three weeks later

Catherine is sitting on the couch when she heard their wireless phone rang. It was sitting on the side table between the armchair and the couch. She stood up, grab the phone and smile when she saw the number.

"Hi honey."

She was greeted with silence.

"Vincent? Is everything okay?" She asked. Her heart started to beat fast.

"Are you sitting now?"

"No."

"Sit babe."

"Why?"

"Just sit before I tell you."

Catherine felt it. Something is wrong. She took three step then slowly sat her ass on the couch.

"There. Now. Tell me what's going on? Are you okay?" She asked.

"Your mom." She waited more minutes before Vincent started to speak again. "She's been shot. She was now in operating room."

Silence.

"Honey" she heard Vincent deep voice on the other line.

"What happened?"

"Someone came here. He brought his wife who got hit by a truck. It was really bad. They declared dead on arrival. He didn't accept that his wife is dead. He accused us we didn't do anything to save his wife. We didn't know he has a gun. He grabbed a nurse, threaten to blow her head off if we didn't bring back his wife's life. We can't do anything. Then he started to shoot people. One of them is your mom."

"Oh my god."

"I tried to blocked her. I swear I tried babe. One second she was in my arms, then what happen next, she was lying on the floor."

"I want to see her."

"I called Heather. She's on her way now to get you."

She was started to tremble. She felt her knees shaking.

"Honey, are you okay?"

Silence.

"Honey? Honey!"

She heard Vincent but she can't speak. Vision of her mom bleeding in the hospital is all she could see.

"Honey, talk to me. Damn!" Vincent hissed.

"I'm okay."

"I'm coming to you."

"No. I'm fine. Stay with mom."

"You don't sound fine."

"Don't worry about me. I will be fine. I promise." She assured him.

"I'll stay on the line until Heather comes okay."

"Okay honey."

A few minutes later, Catherine heard the car outside the house.

"She's here." She informed him. She stood up, went straight to the door then saw Heather climbing off from her car. She noticed she's been crying.

"Honey, I'll let you go now, okay? See you in minute."

"Okay." She hung up and face Heather. They hugged immediately.

"It will be okay." Catherine cooed while running her hands on her sister's back.

"Vincent told me it looks bad. Dad lose control. He was so mad."

"Where is he now?"

"On his way to the hospital."

"Let's go."

Catherine took her sister's hand and together they walked to the car. Fifteen minutes later, they arrived in the hospital and greeted with their angry father. Vincent was standing in the hallway looking grim and defeated. He looked at her father who was sending dagger look to Vincent. As she was about to walk toward her husband, the doctor came out. Her father and sister came to meet him halfway but she stood still, unable to move her feet and her eyes fixed to Vincent.

She suddenly felt overwhelm with grieve and sadness. One moment she was talking to her mom and her husband was so happy but in a blink of an eye her mom was hanging onto her life, not sure if she was going to live or die.

She also didn't like what she sees on Vincent. He looked defeated. She knew her husband beat himself for letting this to happen. She won't blame him but she sure as hell he would blame himself. Vincent knew her father will also blame him. He had another reason to hate him and he would hate him for the rest of his life.

The doctor spoke and the words came like a knife.

"I'm sorry, she didn't make it. We've tried everything…" she didn't hear the other words. All she heard was her own voice, sobbing. Two strong arms instantly wrap around her and pull her head to tuck her face on his neck. She cried harder and the only thing she could do was to hold on to the strongest person she knows.

Author's Note:

As usual, it took a while.

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