Chapter 10

The woman had picked up the phone with hesitation. Now she wished she had not even answered it.

"I made contact yesterday," the voice told the woman.

"With Greg?" she asked, her voice trembling.

The voice did not answer whether it was true or not. "I'll be back in a couple of weeks," the voice replied. "I'm sorry that this bothers you."

The timid woman finally blew up. "You're damn right it bothers me! You're going to get yourself hurt. Greg should mean nothing to you."

The other person took a deep breath. "He does mean something. He should mean something to me."

The voice slammed the phone down, leaving the woman to wish she had done it first.

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Lisa Cuddy stepped out of the shower. Her stomach rumbled for her morning low-fat yogurt. She wrapped a towel around her body and went into the bedroom. Wilson was sleeping peacefully on her side of the bed. His nose snuggled her pillow. She chuckled to herself, thinking that her mother would be proud that she had finally found a nice Jewish boy. Dropping the towel on the floor, she glided back to the bed. Lying next to him, Cuddy stroked his forehead, twirling the strands of his hair in her fingers.

Wilson wrapped his arm around her, burying his face in her neck. She giggled as his bangs tickled her shoulder. Cuddy took only a second to think about the fact that she had not giggled in a long time. He looked up when he felt her body shaking next to his. Cuddy was crying uncontrollably. His face registered panic. "Lisa, what is it? Are you okay?"

She nodded, sucking in air as she tried to stop sobbing. "James, what if we can't have a baby?"

Wilson flopped back onto the bed, exhaling. "We'll know after today's appointment. And if we can't, we'll keep living. There's always adoption."

They smiled at each other, trying to give the other one more comfort than they felt themselves. The sparkle returned to his eyes as he gazed up and down her body. "Love your outfit today, by the way. You should wear it more often."

Cuddy turned over on top of him. Her long black hair brushed his chest. "I love you," she said, tears still glistening in those amazing blue eyes.

His eyes were filled with tears as well. "I know," he said, hoping that she didn't think he stole that from Han Solo.

TBC