A/N: Finally I am able to finish and post Chapter Eleven of this friggin' story, lol. The semester is officially over. Yay for that. I don't know how I feel about parts of this chapter, but I'm glad that it's at least written. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Band of Brothers and this is based on the miniseries. I mean absolutely no disrespect.

Chapter Eleven

"I'm tellin' ya Dick it's a goddamn mess." Dick Winters had long ago learned to just let Lewis rant until he ran out of breath or steam; whichever happened first. "And my baby sister is the one getting the short end of the stick. She's made it clear that she doesn't want to live in Philadelphia without Babe so there goes the flower shop and their apartment. She's going to have to start her whole life over. Again." Lewis sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know what to do."

"Maybe Eve just needs a few days to clear her head. Her life is in Philadelphia now. You've told me how close she is with the Guarnere's; I'm sure she doesn't just want to walk away from that."

"I don't know Dick, she seems to be pretty serious to me." Lewis shrugged and got to his feet, walking over to grab the bottle of Vat 69 that Dick kept on hand just for him. "I still can't believe all this is happening. I thought I was the only one with marriage problems in the Nixon family." He snorted into his glass. "Guess I was wrong." Dick frowned as he watched Lewis stroll back to the table. "I just wish I knew how to help her." His face took on a pained expression. "You should see her Dick. She's a complete wreck; you can see how heartbroken she is in her face." Lewis shook his head before downing the remaining contents of his glass. "I just hate seeing the kid so upset."

"Well," Dick began, leaning forward onto the table, "All you can do for now is to continue what you've been doing-supporting your sister."

"Support." Lewis snorted with a derisive chuckle. "Great 'cause I'm oh so good at that."

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"Babe, I need to take a break." Bill had been dreading voicing that statement for the last half hour, but there was no putting it off anymore.

"Why?" Babe demanded. Bill fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat.

"I have to piss like a friggin' race horse." Babe sighed.

"Fine, you can pull off at the next exit."

"Gee," Bill muttered dryly, "How kind of you." Babe snorted, but otherwise ignored the comment. Bill sighed. They'd been driving for hours and it was nearing 2am. "You know Babe, it's pretty late. Eve's more than likely gunna be asleep. Maybe we should get a hotel room and start fresh tomorrow morning."

"No. We have to get there tonight." Babe insisted. "Tomorrow morning might be too late." Bill let out another sigh and didn't think it wise to point out to his friend that they'd probably get there in the morning anyway.

"It's not gunna be too late. You'll show up on the doorstep and re-sweep Eve off of her feet. And then you'll get married at the end of the week as planned."

"I'm not so sure." There was a deflated edge to Babe's voice along with the already present sound of pain. Seeing an exit, Bill turned off the highway.

"How's your hand?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

"Hurts." Babe replied, lifting his hand to look at it. "Left side's beginning to go numb." Bill glanced at him.

"That ain't good Babe."

"Yeah I know, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is getting to Eve."

"Yeah, you've made that much obvious." Babe sighed and leaned back in his seat.

"I know this is crazy--hell! this whole week has been crazy. And I know I sound like a broken record, but..." Babe broke off with a sigh. "I don't know." Bill didn't know what to say so he remained silent. The silence soon took over the entire car and Bill focused his attention on finding an open business where he could use the bath room. "Shit!" Babe exclaimed. Bill nearly swerved the car off the road.

"What the hell Babe?!" Bill snapped as he sent him a glare. "Are you trying to kill us?!"

"I forgot the friggin' ring." Babe ran his good hand through his hair; let out a bitter laugh. "I can't believe I forgot the friggin' ring."

"Well I'll tell you what," Bill muttered as he finally found an open diner, "I ain't turning this car around to go back and get it."

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2am. Eve groaned and turned away from the silver alarm clock. She wasn't sure what had woken her up, but now that she was up she was acutely aware of being incredibly thirsty. She sat up, swinging her feet around the bed and placing them on the ground. But once she put her weight on her feet by standing Eve realized that something was very wrong-she was having severe abdominal pains. Cringing, Eve had to put a hand onto the nightstand to stop herself from falling forward. She stayed still a moment, her hand splayed flat on the cool wooden surface, as the pain slowly dissipated. Her breathing heavy, Eve slowly straightened herself up and took a cautious step forward. When the pain didn't return she started for the kitchen. There were no lights on in the house and Lewis' door was open as she passed so Eve quickly came to the conclusion that he hadn't yet come home.

"Probably passed out on the couch at Dick's." She mused out loud to the darkness of the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator she grabbed the milk container, but no sooner had her fingers wrapped around the neck of the glass bottle then her pained returned and worse. The milk slipped from her fingers and crashed to the floor, the glass shattering instantly. The shelves in the refrigerator came crashing down next as Eve reached out to grab them for support only to find herself sinking to the floor anyway. In the dim light provided she could see the blood on her nightgown and she felt a flash of panic. This wasn't normal feminine troubles. Gathering up her willpower, Eve got to her knees and crawled to the phone, dragging it down to the floor once she got it.

"Operator, how may I assist you?"

"Stanhope Nixon residence." Eve gasped out, adding the number after taking a quick breath.

"Please hold." The moments that passed felt like hours to Eve, but finally the operator's voice returned. "Connecting." Seconds later her father's groggy voice muttered out a 'hello' paired with a 'this had better be important'.

"Dad?"

"Eve?" Her father's voice instantly became alert, catching the desperation in her voice. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Why are you calling so late?"

"I need to go to the hospital. Something's wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know, but I don't think I should drive. Can you come get me? I'm at Lewis'."

"Why are you at Lewis'?"

"Dad please, not now. I just need a ride to the hospital."

"Alright. I'll be there soon. Just...just sit tight." Eve hung up the phone and leaned against the wall, curling her knees into her chest to wait for her father.

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There were no cars in Lewis Nixon's driveway when Bill and Babe turned into it.

"Well that's not a good sign." Bill muttered as he turned off the car. He glanced towards Babe. "I don't think anyone's home Babe."

"I'm gonna try the door anyway." Babe replied, already climbing from the car. Bill shrugged, muttered a 'what the hell' and followed after his best friend. He was left to rock back and forth on the balls of his feet as Babe used his good hand to knock repeatedly on the door.

There was of course no answer.

"Where else could she be?" Babe asked, more to himself than Bill, but Bill offered up a reply anyway.

"It's Sunday morning; she could be in a million different places. Church, breakfast, her parent's..."

"Eve doesn't go to Church." Babe remained him. "She might be at her parent's though. Come on." Bill had to jog after Babe as the man sped walked back to the car.

"But what if she's out for breakfast?"

"Then we'll go check every restaurant in town that serves breakfast at this hour." Babe called over his shoulder; Bill stopped walking, his expression incredulous.

"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me?" He groaned and kicked at the gravel in the driveway. "I shoulda stayed home."

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The Nixon Family Mansion wasn't far from Lewis' house, but to Babe the drive seemed to be taking forever. Not to mention the fact that it was her parent's house.

"I was really hoping that her parents wouldn't know about all this." Babe muttered. "I wanted to fix this problem without involving any of the parents."

"Well women like to go to their moms in tough times."

"I ain't worried about her mom, I'm worried about her father."

"Ah yes, the Stanhope Nixon. Christ, I'm glad he ain't my father-in-law."

"Lord I hope he'll still become my father-in-law." Babe shook his head with a snort. "If I could be that lucky."

"You will be." Bill's eyes suddenly widened. "Jesus Christ." Babe frowned, but then realized what had caused Bill's reaction-the Nixon family mansion.

"Impressive, isn't it?"

"In every sense of the word." Bill murmured, shaking his head. "How can you not be in awe of a place like that?"

"I've been here a lot." Babe shrugged, already unfastening his seatbelt. "Even slept over a couple times." Bill whistled.

"Bet the mattresses were soft."

"Yeah." Babe drawled distractedly, pushing the car door open. "I don't think anyone's here either."

"Why not?" Bill asked as he looked around, his hand above his eyes to shield them from the sun.

"No car."

"Don't they have a garage out back or somethin'?"

"No." Babe shook his head. "Well I mean they do, but it's being remodeled; they've been keeping their car in the driveway. Shit." As much as he'd dreaded confronting her parents, he'd also been hoping that Eve would be at the house. "They're not here." Babe snorted non-humorlessly, shook his head. "Fuck." Seeing his friend slowly beginning to descend back into the mood he'd been in before breaking his hand, Bill held his hands palms up and began in a soothing voice,

"Alright, alright, calm down before you break your other hand." Babe sent him a look. "You can't win your fiancé back with two broken hands. It just ain't romantic. Now I assume that the Nixon family don't clean their own mansion, right?"

"Of course not."

"Well then they have hired help."

"Okay..." Babe didn't have a clue as to where Bill was going with this.

"And hired help usually work even when their bosses ain't home right?"

"Bill," Babe rubbed his good hand down his face, "I'm tired, my hand hurts like hell and my engagement is hanging on by a thread. What the hell are you talking about?" Bill gestured towards the house.

"Let's see if the maid knows where the Nixon's are." Admitting that it was worth a shot, Babe lead the way though it was Bill who this time knocked on the door. The door was opened by Mary, the only maid whose first name Babe knew.

"Mary, hello."

"Mr. Heffron." Mary's greeting was curt and Babe cringed. She was obviously aware of the problem which meant that Stanhope and Doris knew as well. "The Nixon's aren't here."

"Do you happen to know where they are?"

"If I did, why should I tell you?"

"Please Mary I know I messed up." Babe started, his eyes pleading. "I've been driving all night--" Bill cleared his throat; Babe's eyes flickered towards him. "We've been driving all night to get here to make things right. I can't make things right if I don't know where Eve is. So if you know where she is I'd really appreciate you telling me."

"As far as I know, you're engagement to Ms. Eve is off." Mary snapped in annoyance, crossing her arms.

"It was a misunderstanding!" Babe cried.

"Look ma'am," Bill interjected, "Give the guy a break. He broke his friggin' hand yesterday and he refuses to go to the hospital until he talks with Eve."

"Well I guess if you're fool enough to drive from Philadelphia to Nixon, New Jersey with a broken hand, you have to have some desire to fix the relationship."

"Please Mary," Babe begged, "Please." Mary kept her eyes fixed on his face as she thought over all that had been said and came to her decision. Finally, she nodded.

"Alright." Both Babe and Bill sighed in relief. "I'll tell you, but if you hurt her again I'll hunt you down myself." Babe shook his head.

"Thank you and I won't, I promise. Where is she?"

"The hospital." Mary replied. Babe's eyes widened.

"What?! Why?!" Mary held up her hands and shook her head.

"All I know is that Mrs. Nixon called me from the hospital to tell me that they wouldn't be home until this evening."

"Thank you Mary." Babe cried as he ran towards the car, Bill trailing after him.

"You get that hand taken care of while you're there, ya hear?!" Mary called after him.

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Eve had never wanted to return to a hospital after her time in the European War theatre, especially not as a patient. But she didn't currently have a choice. Of course, the quiet bickering between her parents and Lewis in the corner of the room certainly did nothing to ease the stress she was feeling.

"Alright enough." She snapped, her irritation finally bubbling over. The three turned their heads to look at her, their faces guilty. "This is ridiculous. I know you're talking about me so do me a favor and either include me in the conversation or get the hell out of my room."

"Now now honey," Her mother cooed soothingly as she rushed over to run her hand over her daughter's forehead, "Don't upset yourself."

"I'm not the one upsetting me." Eve muttered, but her mother ignored her.

"You have to be careful of how much stress you put on your body." Eve sighed.

"I know mom. I was here when the doctor said that remember? In fact, he was talking to me."

"Let the girl have some breathing room Doris." Stanhope said as he placed his hands on his wife's shoulders and pulled her away from Eve.

"I'm just worried about her Stanhope." Doris snapped. "She could've lost the baby."

"But she didn't." Lewis reminded her, stepping into the conversation. "Both Eve and the baby are fine."

"Still, it was too close for comfort and don't talk to me like I'm a child." Doris crossed her arms huffily. "Humph." Stanhope rolled his eyes before focusing his attention on his youngest child.

"So Eve, what are you going to do?" Eve shrugged.

"I don't know."

"Are you going to tell Edward?"

"Of course she's going to tell Edward! He's the baby's father." Doris exclaimed before Eve could reply. "And then they're going to get married and raise the child together." Eve frowned.

"I don't know if that's going to happen mom." Lewis said as he caught sight of Eve's face. Doris looked as though she'd been slapped.

"What do you mean?!" She rounded on Eve. "Tell him that you're going to marry Edward."

"I can't tell him that mom because I don't know if I'm going to." Eve replied honestly. Doris' jaw dropped.

"What?!" There was a knock on the door and all eyes turned as Babe gingerly stuck his head in.

"Eddy." Eve breathed in surprise. Taking that as a good sign, Babe took a cautious step into the room.

"Hello." His nervousness was apparent and his eyes certainly took in the angry looks coming from the Nixon parents.

"Alright mom, dad," Lewis said loudly, placing a hand on both of his parent's lower backs, "Let's go get some coffee."

"But I don't want any coffee." Doris exclaimed.

"Yes you do mom."

"Damnit Lewis stop manhandling me!" Stanhope snapped as Lewis gave them a push through the door before turning to look at Babe.

"Good luck." He muttered then closed the door. Babe turned away from the door to look at Eve whose eyes had yet to leave him.

"How are you?" Babe asked as he closed the distance between himself and the bed.

"Alright." Eve replied. "Better than I was."

"What happened?"

"Why are you here?" She countered.

"Drove all night to get here." Babe replied. "Well actually to get to your brother's house, but you weren't there so we--"

"Who's 'we'?" Eve interrupted, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Bill and I."

"Bill's here?" Babe nodded.

"He drove me."

"You couldn't drive yourself?" Babe held up his broken hand and Eve gasped, taking it carefully into her own hands. "What did you do?!"

"Punched a wall after our phone call yesterday." He replied, grimacing as her fingers ran over the busted knuckles.

"You need to get this looked at."

"After we talk." Babe sat on the edge of the bed, wanting to keep the close contact-albeit with a broken hand-he had with her. "Anyway, after we went to your brother's, we went to your parent's. Mary told us where you were. Eve," He used his other hand to tip her chin up so that they could lock eyes, "Edith came out of nowhere. I swear to God I didn't invite her into our apartment. Bill was there; he can tell you. I kicked her out. And not just out of our apartment, but our lives too." Babe had more to say, but he couldn't find the right words so he stopped talking. Eve too remained silent, continuing to stroke Babe's broken hand.

"This looks really bad Eddy."

"I don't care about my hand." Even to himself Babe was beginning to sound like a broken record, but it was the truth. "I care about you. Why are you in the hospital?" Eve sighed and let go of his hand.

"I woke up to get something to drink and I was having severe abdominal pains. There was blood as well. I called my dad to drive me to the hospital because I figured that if it hurt to walk, I probably shouldn't drive. He brought me to the hospital."

"So what's wrong?"

"I'm pregnant." Eve replied, her eyes darting momentarily up towards Babe's. "And the abdominal pain was a combination of normal pregnancy changes, dehydration and stress. Same with the blood spots." Babe blinked in surprise.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?" He asked, his voice soft with hurt.

"I didn't know until the doctor told me this morning." Eve replied.

"And did you...?"

"Miscarry?" Babe nodded; Eve shook her head. "No. The baby's fine. I just need to stay in the hospital a few days for observation." Babe leaned back a bit as Eve's words sunk in.

"We're having a baby?" He finally asked, needing to hear her confirm it one more time. Eve nodded.

"We're having a baby." Babe couldn't stop himself from smiling and he leaned forward to kiss her forehead.

"That's great news."

"I guess." Babe frowned.

"You aren't happy?"

"I'm surprised." She replied. "And I don't know where we stand."

"I still want to marry you Eve." Babe stated seriously. "I love you."

"And I love you." She admitted.

"Then let's continue with our plan to get married."

"Eddy, I can't just pretend that this past week hasn't happened."

"I know," Babe grimaced, "But we can work past it. It'll make us stronger."

"I don't--" Babe cut her off with a deep kiss which Eve soon lost herself in.

"Eve, sweetheart, I'm willing to spend the rest of my life making up this past week to you." He murmured against her lips. "I promise." Eve sighed as he pulled away.

"You aren't just saying you want to marry me because of the baby now, are you?"

"Of course not!" Babe exclaimed. "That just makes the idea that much sweeter."

"Because if you'd rather not be married--"

"Eve," Babe interrupted, "I had Bill drive me all the way from Philly to get here. What do you think?" Eve sighed again.

"Right." There was a couple of minutes of silence as Eve mulled over everything.

"So?" Babe asked, eyes and tone both hopeful. "Are we getting married?" A small smile came over Eve's face and she nodded.

"We're getting married." Babe let out a shout of excitement before pressing his lips to Eve's again. "Now will you get that hand of yours checked out please?"

A/N: Yay the wedding's back on! It was a rough road, but the two lovebirds are back on track. And Eve's preggors, ain't that exciting? Next chapter will be the final one so head's up on that. Hopefully this wasn't too cliche or blah, lol. I look forward, as always, to reading your reviews. Thanks!!