A/N: Once again thanks to all of those who reviewed. You make me really think about things and your perspectives help me to continue this story in a certain direction. Here's the next chapter! Let me know what you think.

11:56 am – Cooper's apartment

"This is it." Cooper said, when he put the key in the lock. "I haven't been here in a few days, so I have no idea if it's a mess."

"That's alright." Mrs. King replied as Cooper finally got the door open.

He stepped aside so Mrs. King could enter first. Once she was inside he stepped through the door frame as well and closed the door behind him. Mrs. King found her way to the living room.

"Nice place." She said, when she looked around.

"Thank you." Cooper said, when he looked around as well. Things didn't seem much different. Although a few small items Charlotte placed around his living room over the past few months were missing. "The spare bedroom is that door on the left." He said, pointing towards the door he was talking about. "The bathroom is the first door on the right."

"Thank you." Mrs. King replied.

"Please make yourself at home. You can put your stuff in the bathroom if you like. There are towels there you can use. And feel free to open all the cabinets in the kitchen when you're looking for something. Although I have no idea what's inside the fridge. We should probably go grocery shopping later."

"Is there a shop nearby?"

Cooper nodded. "One block that way." He said, pointing in the right direction again.

After that fell an uncomfortable silence which made Mrs. King smile eventually. "Maybe you should try and make yourself feel at home."

"Is it that obvious?" He asked when he still studied the places where the small items used to be.

"Seems like you're missing something."

"Just a few things Charlotte took from here. It's weird how you can miss stuff you thought annoyed you."

"I understand." Mrs. King replied. "I realized that after my husband died. Things he used to do around the house that annoyed me, I really missed them. And I threw some items he liked to display out in the barn, only to put them back a few days later because I couldn't stand them gone."

Cooper smiled. "Do you mind if I go change and take a shower?"

"Of course not." Mrs. King replied. "It's your house. Just act as if I'm not here."

"Thank you." Cooper replied and disappeared into his bedroom to get some clean clothes.

13:33 pm – St. Ambrose Hospital

'You think I'm making this up?' Charlotte asked, after she told Cooper that Evan lied about the abuse. 'Why would I do that?'

'You told Addison.' He replied. 'You can keep a marriage a secret, you could keep this on yourself if someone's life depended on it.'

'People lie Cooper. I lied. You lied. He lied.'

'No. This is a good kid.' Cooper said, while standing up and shoving the file in her hands. 'You, you what, you belied him? You're a miserable bitch so you belied him? You tried and take what you did and and and… just because you're a liar, doesn't mean everyone else is.'

"I know he lied because he told me he lied. And you can call me all the names you want to but it doesn't change that."

They both sight and eventually she said 'I met a guy and I fell in love and we got married and it ended badly and I don't like to go back there. I was a different person. And I'm with you now. And there are things I could've told you, could tell you that would make it easier, but… I don't want to go back there. That is why I don't talk about it.'

'We were going to get married and you gave me this big speech about the big white wedding and who you were, and what you wanted, and how it was going to be hard for you to walk down the aisle without Big Daddy. So either you already walked down the aisle without your father or you already had your big white wedding with him. You lied Charlotte. You lied.'

Truth be told, she couldn't remember much of the wedding. Her parents had been there, and her father had walked her down the aisle. She remembered that much. But as much as she thought it meant back then, when James walked out on her when things got rough, not of it mattered anymore. She'd thrown away all the pictures she had of that wedding, and her life with James. The only picture she wished she'd have was one that was never made. Of her baby boy. Her son that never got a change to live.

She remembered that she'd asked to see him again, when the drugs wore off that they gave her to calm her down, after she woke up from that accident. James wasn't in the room that time, but a nurse walked around and smiled when Charlotte opened her eyes.

'You're awake. How are you feeling?'

'Numb.' She replied honestly. 'Is this all a dream?'

The nurse shook her head sympathetically. 'I'm afraid not dear.'

She placed her hand on her abdomen. Where she'd felt the baby move just yesterday. 'Where is he?' She asked and the nurse looked at her like she didn't understood.

'Your husband went to the cafeteria for some dinner.' She eventually replied.

Charlotte felt herself getting mad. 'Don't play dumb. You know exactly who I'm talking about and you know it's not James. Now tell me, where is he?'

'He's…' she stuttered 'He's…'

'In the morgue?' Charlotte asked and the nurse nodded. 'I want to see him.' Charlotte stated.

'I'm not sure if you can.' The nurse replied, sympathetically.

Charlotte shook her head. 'I have to see my son. Please, you have to take him to me.'

'I can't. You're not allowed to leave this room.'

'Then please, bring him to me. Please, give me time to say goodbye to my son. Please.' Charlotte begged, looking at the nurse, hoping she would understand her need to see him. To say goodbye.

'I'll ask the doctor if it's possible.' The nurse eventually replied.

'Thank you.' Charlotte whispered and she waited until finally, what seemed like hours later, they wheeled a crib into her room. A sheet covered the slim form that was lying in it completely.

'He's cold.' The nurse said. 'And his body is already stiff. But you can see him.' She wheeled the crib next to Charlotte's bed. 'Are you ready?' She asked and Charlotte nodded. Then she carefully pulled the blanket away so the small head was revealed.

Tears rolled down Charlotte's cheeks when she looked at her son. 'It looks as if he's sleeping.' She said as she carefully moved her hand towards his small head. She flinched when her head felt the ice cold skin of his body, but she bravely continued as she moved her fingers through his short hair. 'He looks so perfect.' She whispered.

'Do you want to hold him?' The nurse asked and she nodded. The nurse carefully carried the stiff body out of the crib and placed it into Charlotte's arms.

At that moment James walked in and was shocked to see Charlotte holding the baby. 'What are you doing?' He asked.

'I'm holding our son.' She said, as she leaned forward and kissed the top of his cold head. 'Did you see him?' She asked and he shook his head.

'I couldn't.'

'Then please, look at him. He's really perfect.' She cried. 'He needs a name.' She said next.

James took a few steps towards the bed and looked at the tiny baby in Charlotte's arms. 'I can't do this.' He said, when he looked at his son.

'James.' She yelled, when she watched him walk out of the room. But he didn't turn around and didn't look back. With a broken voice she whispered to the child in her arms 'You need a name.' Then she looked at the nurse standing next to her bed. 'He needs a name.'

'Did you have one in mind?' She asked and Charlotte nodded.

'Jack.'

'That's a beautiful name.' The nurse said. She then walked to one of the cabinets and took a name take out of a drawer. She took a pen and with curly letters she wrote down the name Jack and carefully put the bracelet around the kid's wrist. 'There you go.' She said, and Charlotte looked at her grateful.

'Thank you.'

'Your welcome. I think I have to take him back now.'

Charlotte nodded and kissed the small forehead once more before placing the baby back in the crib. Then she took the sheet and covered him again, while she started crying again uncontrollably.

"Charlotte." Cooper asked when he walked in the room and saw big tears rolling down her cheeks. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head. "Nothing."

"But you're crying. Please talk to me." He said and turned to look at Mrs. King, feeling helpless.

"What's wrong honey." Mrs. King said, as she walked to the other side of her daughter's bed.

"I had a dream about him." She said.

"Who?" Mrs. King asked.

"Jack."

Mrs. King smiled sympathetically.

"I just… I have no pictures of him."

"I know honey. I know."

"Gosh." She yelled, suddenly mad at herself. "I don't want to go back there. It's all in the past. I don't want to be the woman I was back then. I'm a strong, independent woman and look at me, here in this stupid hospital bed, not able to control anything. I'm pathetic."

"You're not pathetic." Cooper said, trying to make his point clear.

"But I am." She said. "And it's all your fault."

"My fault?" He asked, suddenly alarmed.

"If you hadn't pushed me to talk about it time after time, I could have left it in the past. Why did I have to be so stupid to tell you about the marriage? Why did I have to end up in a freaking hospital? It's all your fault. If you hadn't pushed me, none of this would've happened."

"I didn't meant for any of this to happen." He yelled back, as the guilt he felt for days was even stronger than before.

"But it did happen. And now you have me right where you wanted right? Depending, pathetic, needy. Right what you wanted. But you know what? I'm done."

A couple of nurses came running in the room.

"What the hell is going on in here?" They asked, as they looked at their patient, then to the two people standing in the room.

"He was just leaving." Charlotte said as she pointed towards Cooper.

He shook his head. "Charlotte." He said, his voice just above a whisper.

"I'm done Cooper. I've told you many times that I'm too much a woman for you. You've got me right where you want now, but once I'm better and get back to being my old self, you'll just start to resent me again. But I won't let this happen. I'm telling you to leave right now."

Cooper shook his head. "No. I won't leave."

"Yes you are." One of the nurses said and Cooper looked at her, mad. "I'm sorry sir, but you're upsetting our patient and she needs her rest. You can come back, but only if she wants you to. Right now, it's best if you left."

"Fine." Cooper sighed, realizing this wasn't the right moment to have that discussion with Charlotte. He tried to look at her but she was facing away from him. He knew there was a lot more he could and should say, but this wasn't the right time. So he left, looking back once more before he walked out of the door.

T.B.C.