A/N finally got another chapter up for ya! I'm not totally happy with one, but here's hoping you all like it!
Sam sat on the hard plastic chair, hands holding his head. Worried.
"Dammit Jules, do you know for sure?"
"No." She replied quietly. She felt ashamed, she didn't want people thinking bad things about her, it had been a mistake in the first place. That night between Sam and Jules shouldn't have happened, although, she couldn't admit that she regretted it.
"What the hell do we do?"
"Gee I don't know Sam, why don't we wait until it's here and then find out!" Sam just looked at her.
"I get a test done idiot!"
"Don't go gettin all pissy at me Jules; you're the one that's pregnant!"
"Yeah and whose fault is that!"
Sam sighed, this was going downhill and fast. "Look Jules, just get the test done and get back to me."
"'Get back to you' what the hell does that mean Sam? We're in this together until we find out whose baby this is!"
They sat there, staring at each other, but finally Sam broke the silence.
"When can we get the tests done?"
"I don't know, I guess we have to ask a nurse."
Sam sighed again; he didn't know what to do. This was all over-baring for him.
Jules noticed his distress and despite their argument they just had, she felt the need to comfort him.
"Sam," She started quietly "if these babies are yours, I'll be alright on my own, you don't have to, actually, I don't even expect you to be there, I can make it….."
Sam looked up at Jules as she rambled on. He couldn't believe what she was saying.
"Jules," he interrupted her. "Of Corse I'll be there for you and the babies! I never even thought of not! I'll love you and them." He admitted sheepishly.
Jules looked into his eyes. Deep chocolate on crystal blue. She took his hands in hers.
"It'll be okay."
A quiet knock on the door got their attention back. The nurse walked in.
"It's time to go Mr. Braddock, she needs her sleep."
"Sleep! I just woke up!" Jules complained.
"And that's good but it's late at night and your body needs time to recover. It does it best when you're at rest!" She recited like she just read something out of a child's book.
Jules rolled her eyes at the lame saying.
Sam sighed and got up. "Try to figure it out Jules." He smiled a sad smile at her. Jules just nodded in response as she watched him leave. She felt sad that he had to leave, almost as if a part of her heart was leaving with him.
The nurse walked over to Jules' machines and stared checking everything. It was silent for a while, but not awkward.
"So," the nurse began. "Who's that?" She asked curiously.
Jules looked at her confused. "That's my partner…"
"Seems like he's more than a partner to me."
Jules smiled, unaware of her action, she continued the conversation. "Well I guess he's more like my best friend."
"And what does Steve think of that?" She asked.
Normally Jules wouldn't open up to this kind of stuff, especially to a stranger but she felt like she just needed someone, a girl, to talk to. And if it had to be her nosy nurse, then so be it.
"I don't really know." The nurse gave her a confused look. So Jules continued.
"We haven't really seen each other much lately, and I guess… I don't know…." Jules fumbled for her words, "We're kind of awkward together, like something's off…."
"But yet you're having his baby?"
"Well, actually…" Jules hesitated. "I, um, need you to check something for me."
The nurse nodded understandingly, it must have been her many years of being a nurse, because she knew exactly what Jules wanted. "I'll get on that for you." The nurse turned to leave but noticed the thin layer of water starting to form in Jules' eyes. She contemplated what she should do. She decided to go sit down on her bed.
"Hey sweetie, everything will work out fine, you'll see." The nurse gently rubbed her back.
Jules nodded her head and blinked back the tears. "Thank you." Jules did her best to smile.
"I'll go get the test for you." She smiled and left.
Two minutes later the nurse had come back with the proper materials and fifteen minutes later it had been done. That was it. The answer to who the father of the babies was would be found out shortly.
Jules pulled her knees up to her chest as she sat there by herself, awaiting the results. She listened as the late night rain tapped against the window. The moon shone dully into her semi dark hospital room. She concentrated on her breathing; she had to be composed for when the nurse came back. She took a deep breath in, but flinched as her gunshot wound throbbed. She often forgot that she was shot because of all the other events happening in her life at the current moment. She supposed that wasn't good for her healing process.
Jules' thought were interrupted by the sound of her hospital doors swinging open. Nurse McNally came in with papers and her ever present clip board. Her white Nike sneakers squeaking loudly as she crossed the small distance between the door and the bed. Jules looked at her with anxious eyes. She was worried, no that was an understatement, she was terrified. Her hands were shaking and she could hear her teeth chattering. (That was a habit that she had picked up over the years.)
Nurse McNally sat down on Jules' bed. "Well Julianna, the results are in."
She handed Jules the paper that was full of charts and graphs and numbers that she didn't understand. The nurse noticed her confused expression and pointed to the direct results. Jules eye went wide.
A/N, don't ya just love cliff hangers? Reviews really do make me happy! And they make the story better too!
