On the ride over to the to Paris hospital, Mary had fallen asleep. Matthew had told the driver where to take them and let try to rest. She hadn't even taken her nausea medication, but she was exhausted and had spent most of the night feeling completely ill. So, Matthew told her to close her eyes and focus on the drive. There was something to be said for awkward and uncomfortable silence. Mary was sure of it, because last night Matthew didn't come into bed. Every single night that they had been in Paris, Matthew had shared the same bed as her, initially agreeing it was best that he keep a close eye on her. Then it became their routine in the short time they had spent in Paris. It wasn't like her to be so relaxed and maybe it was something she had let go while recovering, but she also felt like it had to do a lot with Matthew. Things just felt more relaxed around him, but they were also becoming a bit careless and she knew that. Last night things had almost gone too far and he stopped it. In the moment, she had wanted those things to happen and she wanted to go too far. The only other time her body had felt remotely like that, was the night of the carnival. She wasn't sure that this was normal, to feel the way that she did. It was a new sensation and she certainly had never felt that way with Carlisle. She was pretty sure she would have been unstoppable last night if she hadn't been so tired, but Matthew was the one who put an end to it and she went to bed alone. He never came into the bed. It was odd and she was pretty sure it was his way of making something clear, she just wasn't sure what. It had seemed like he wanted it too, but then he stopped. He had gone from touching her in a way that made her mind go foggy, to jumping off of her as if he wasn't interested. She would admit physically she hadn't felt much like doing anything, but with him she had wanted to. Then she had left the room feeling embarrassed, like she was the problem. The thing was, she probably was the problem. He was likely starting to realize what he deserved and was trying to realistic. She had been tired and lost her ability to control the situation. She knew that. She just didn't like when things were weird with them. It had been a mistake, except she was confused. They were sharing a bed, sharing quick kisses each day and some lingered more than others. He kissed her as she imagined two people in a healthy relationship would except this wasn't healthy at all. This didn't make any sense. Now, they had barely said more than a few words to each other this morning and she wasn't sure what would happen now. It was awkward and it was uncomfortable.

Now, she was sitting in a hospital gown, on an exam table waiting for two doctors to return to let her know where she was in her healing and then they would do an ultrasound on her stomach, the second ultrasound of the day. They had drawn her blood and done a few other tests, but now she was sitting in a cold room, trying not to overthink anything. There was a lot to think about and if she focused on one thing for too long, she found herself getting upset. When the OB had asked her about her about the possibility of speaking to someone, to make her pregnancy easier given the hectic way it started. She insisted she didn't need to talk to anyone, but deep down she thought maybe the doctor was right. As she took a deep breath, there was a knock on the door. "Come in."

"Hey." Matthew popped his head in hesitantly. "They told me I could come in now…"

"Okay.."

"Is it okay if I do?" He asked, stepping into the room.

"Yeah…" She looked down at her hands, nervously focusing in on her nails. At this point most of her examinations were done and the doctors would be in soon. Hopefully very soon. She knew the doctors were aware of what had happened with her husband, but she wasn't sure why they directed Matthew back with her. They probably assumed he was family or a boyfriend or something. Still, she wouldn't kick him out, because deep down she was still a little scared.

"How is it going so far?" He asked, walking in and sitting on the chair next to the exam table which she assumed was usually there for the husband during the ultrasound.

"It's fine…. just high blood pressure." Mary sighed, looking over at the sign on the wall that showed the different symptoms during the three trimesters, except it was mostly in French.

"Oh." He frowned, reaching for his phone. "Did they say what caused it?"

"No…" Mary breathed, still avoiding eye contact with him. "At least they didn't say."

"Oh." Matthew sighed as there was a knock on the door and two doctors stepped in, each holding a clip board, followed by another what he assumed was a nurse or tech.

"Hello." An older woman extended her hand to Matthew, sending a smile over to Mary. "I am Doctor Bisset."

"I am Dr. Combe." The second woman with red hair smiled, extending her hand as well. "I am the OBGYN who will be working with Mary while she is here in Paris."

"Nice to meet you both." Matthew grinned, sitting back down next to Mary.

"So, we are just going to go over Mary's appointment and what we want to do from here." Dr. Bisset said happily, placing her chart at her waist.

"Perfect." Mary sighed, running a hand over her stomach.

"So, the first thing I will go over is the wounds that required stitches." Dr. Bisset explained, lightly moving her fingers over her hairline. "They all have healed quite nicely. We removed all of the stitches, except this one. I will have you come back in a few days so that we can get those out. I just want to give them some extra time to heal since the skin is still pretty raw there."

"I noticed that one looked very tender still." Matthew watched as the doctor removed her gloves and tossed them in the trash.

"It is, but it should be good in a few days." Dr. Bisset grinned, reaching for her chart again. "Everything else is healing quite well, she passed her neurological exams which we wanted to do after the severe concussion, the sports surgeon felt she was okay to wait for physical therapy for the shoulder and her bloodwork on our end came back pretty clear. Now, Doctor Combe and I both believe that you need to see a therapist."

"Is that really necessary?" Mary sighed, groaning a little.

"Mary..." Matthew sighed and she looked over, glaring at him.

"You've experienced something quite traumatic Mary." Dr. Combe interjected and stepped forward. "Dr. Bisset and I see several traits and it is completely understood that you would struggle a bit. You're doing great, but mentally something like this is very draining. It doesn't have to be for long, but it could be beneficial. You could do it here in Paris, but if you really wanted to wait until you made your way home you could."

"Alright." She said, knowing her voice sounded more annoyed.

"Other than that, you're doing amazing." Dr. Bisset smiled, stepping back for Dr. Combe.

"Alright Mary, so just a few things I want to go over with you." Dr. Combe smiled, her accent was quite thick. "The first thing is weight gain. I imagine given your stress your weight decreased prior to getting pregnant, but you've lost a little over 3 kilos since you were first weighed in at the hospital. So, I am giving you some homework. I want you to gain at least four and a half kilos when I see you in two weeks."

"I'll make sure she's well fed." Matthew said, his voice light and sounding a little nervous. "And she mentioned high blood pressure?"

"Not too high, but high enough that I will want to monitor it." Dr. Come explained, handing him a small box. "That is a tool to check it at home, but I want to keep an eye on it. It is likely a result of all the stress that you have endured, Mary. I want you to keep your stress low. Stay off your feet, but I also want you to get out once a day of possible and go for a walk. Exercise isn't a bad thing during pregnancy, but I don't want you over-exerting yourself."

"But other than one walk, I have to stay in bed?" Mary asked, her face switching to shock. "I am getting so bored."

"I won't make you stay in bed the entire day, but I don't want you on your feet a ton." Dr. Combe continued. "So short walks for fresh air and if you must get out, keep it short and quick. This also means no strenuous activity. No climbing a lot of stairs, no running and no sexual intercourse until I clear you for that. Intimacy isn't an issue, but I don't want you going full force."

"Got it. No full force." Mary's face turned red, remembering the night before and she quickly looked at Matthew who seemed uncomfortable. She looked back at Dr. Combe, pushing hair behind her ears. "But the baby…"

"We will do another ultrasound to check up on everything, Nancy our technician will step in front of me." Dr. Combe said, moving out of the way as the tech stepped forward and had Mary lay herself back on the table. "Go ahead and pull your gown above your stomach and leave the cloth on the area below the waist."

"I will let you guys go on and I have an appointment coming up." Dr. Bisset announced, handing Matthew her business card. "My office will call about following up on the head wound."

"Thank you Dr. Bisset." Mary announced, as the tech placed a clear gel on her stomach. It felt cool and a bit strange as the tech moved a wand around her belly, pressing in areas around the bump where she was starting to see her baby. Her hand was resting beside her, her fingers tapping the exam table softly.

"There is the baby, this right here is the head." The tech pointed to the screen and Dr. Combe watched to make sure the baby looked okay. "The baby is starting to grow his or her little fingers and hands. So, the baby is starting to wiggle."

"An active little one." Dr. Combe laughed, still looking closely at the screen. "In relation to pregnancy, how have you been feeling?"

"Exhausted and quite nauseated." Mary breathed, unable to take her eyes off the screen. That was her tiny little extraordinary person growing inside of her and she wasn't sure what to think. Except it looked so perfect. It didn't quite look like a baby and it looked like every ultrasound she had ever imagined, except it was hers. "The medicine has helped a bit."

"I will go ahead and prescribe you some more." Dr. Comb implied, instructing the tech to print some photos. "And I will send you home with some tips and suggestions to combat that nausea. We do need you to gain some weight."

"We will work on it." Matthew reached for her hand, stroking her fingers with his thumb, but she quickly pulled her hand from his. She felt like it was a bit cold, but she just didn't want to be touched, she wanted to look back at her baby and not worry about what was happening between them or not happening at all. Whatever it was, had been a mistake.

"It's a bit early to hear the heartbeat during the abdominal ultrasound, but the baby looks good!" Dr. Combe exclaimed, handing her some pictures that had been printed. "Mary, lets get that stress down and that weight up."

"Okay." Mary responded back as the tech wiped the gel off of her stomach.

"We will let you get dressed and you guys can schedule an appointment on the way out." Dr. Comb said, before disappearing with the tech and leaving Matthew and Mary in the room alone.

"Why don't we stop and get a sandwich or something on the way home." Matthew suggested, handing her a pair of jeans and her underwear from the table. "Since you aren't fully bound to a bed."

"I was actually wanting to just go home." Mary sighed jumping off the exam table on her own.

"Mary, careful."

"I can do it." Mary rolled her eyes, stepping into her panties.

"Mary, I think we should talk." Matthew sighed, standing up from the chair. "You're clearly upset and I think we should talk. It wasn't that I didn't want…"

"No." Mary said quickly. She didn't want to talk about it and she was probably more embarrassed then she would admit, but she didn't feel like she wanted to talk to him. She knew that it shouldn't have happened and she knew why.

"And it's a good thing we didn't." Matthew expressed, repeating the doctor. "You aren't cleared for it."

"No." Mary snapped, before running her hands over her cheeks.

"No what?" He asked, handing her the sweater.

"No…this. We aren't talking about this!" Mary groaned, taking her shirt from him. "Just I get it."

"Get what?" Matthew frowned, trying to step closer to her. "Mary if you think I didn't want you then you're wrong."

"I don't want to talk about this Matthew." Mary panicked, walking towards the door. "Just…it's over. It won't happen again."

"That's not what I…"

"Matthew, no." Mary sighed, opening the door and walking out, leaving him there. She didn't want him to try and make her feel better and she didn't want to think about how it would feel when he wasn't there or how if he tried to stay, he would always deserve better. Mary was used to feeling like she had the upper hand. It had come with her family, but when it came to Matthew, she didn't feel worthy of him any longer and he tried to make her feel better about it. Which made her feel like a terrible person. He didn't deserve to be treated badly, including the way she just snapped at him, but as she waited to schedule her next appointment and he came and stood next to her, she felt a strong urge to cry. A part of her wondered why this was happening. Why had she been able to reunite with Matthew? Why did Carlisle end up being a terrible husband? Why did she let herself get pregnant? It would be so far less complicated if she hadn't and why did she want to cry when the ultrasound picture was incredibly perfect. And why did she wish everything was different and feel so guilty about it? Surely Matthew was having regrets about their interactions.