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Emm: Hello. First of all thank you for taking your time to read and review. Sweeney does need to think more before he speaks or acts…maybe he will. :)

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Chapter 24

The days were passing and neither of them seemed to know what they wanted. Amelia hadn't made any move to loose the child while he had not mentioned it too much. They weren't really talking. They weren't even looking into each other eyes.

Amelia was trying hard not to start talking about their situation again. She wanted to know what he thought…what he really wanted but he remained silent. She knew what she wanted; she wanted to keep the baby. She didn't want to leave him but she feared she didn't have any choice since he wasn't expressing his feelings.

Sweeney on the other hand didn't know what he wanted. There were times where he would get mad, angry when he would catch her with her hand on her stomach. He would curse silently and look away from her, from the hope in her eyes. But there were some times where he would stare at her for hours. He would look at her while she was sleeping curled protectively into a ball on her bed. The decision wasn't his and he had come to terms with it. He knew that he couldn't make her do something she didn't want to. She would hate him if she did and he really didn't want that. On the other hand he didn't really know if he wanted this pregnancy. His conscience would tell him that it might be nice to feel all those feelings again. It would be nice to have a child and watch it grow. But his other meaner self would disagree and force him to believe that only one woman was the mother of his child. That no one else was allowed to have what she had with him.

He also didn't want her to leave. No. He definitely didn't want her away from him and that was the problem. If he didn't care for her he would have let her go. He wouldn't have cared if she hated him and he would have forced her to get the abortion. But his care stopped him from doing that. He found that as they days passed the thought of having a baby didn't seem as horrid as he had first thought. The more he looked at her the more he realized that maybe…maybe it wasn't such a bad idea. Not that he would ever admit that. He would rather let her decide.

One day however he had to know what she wanted; he had to speak.

"Um…Amelia…" he cleared his throat as they were sitting in silence. He was sitting on his chair, looking at his wife's picture and she was lying on her bed. His hand turned the frame downwards as she stirred.

"Yes?" she replied softly, her hazel eyes turning their focus on him.

"Have you thought about…our problem?" he asked and she frowned.

"Our problem? It's not a problem to me, Sweeney. It's a problem for you." She replied as she turned on her back.

"Either way…what are you going to do? I mean…time's passing…it might not be safe for you if you decide to have an a…"

"I am not having an abortion." She said coolly and his eyes narrowed.

"Then what? Don't I have a say in this?" he asked and she shrugged.

"What the hell's that suppose to mean?" he asked in a low voice.

"I told you before. I could leave…"

"Why don't you?" he asked without thinking.

"I can't…" she whispered, her eyes gazing at the ceiling.

"I see…why?" he asked even though he knew the answer.

"Are you really that blind and it's natural or is it because you're getting old?" she asked bitterly and he glared at her.

"I am not blind and I am not…that old." He snapped offended as he stood up and placed the frame on the sheets of his bed.

"Then how can you not understand me?" she asked or better whispered. He sighed as he came to stand next to her bed, his eyes unreadable. She looked at him as he leaned down towards her and brushed his hand over her cheek.

"Amelia…you don't understand me." He whispered as he leaned his forehead against hers. Her hand took hold of his and he closed his eyes.

"You don't understand me too." She shot back as his mouth brushed against her lips. She shook her head and pushed him away.

"Don't." she said and his eyes darkened before he tore away from her. He turned his back to her and ran a hand though his hair.

"My sheets need a change…" he said in a hoarse voice.

"Maybe you could …"

"I'll change them." She said as she stood up. He nodded shortly and walked to the bathroom to wash his face.

Amelia looked at the direction of the bathroom and sighed. She opened the closet and took out clean sheets. She placed them on his chair and walked back to his bed. She took hold of the blanket and top sheet and forcefully pulled them away from the bed. A loud crashing sound stopped her movements and she froze. She looked at her feet and gasped. Glass from the frame was everywhere on the floor; it was broken.

"Oh…" she gasped out as she let go of the sheets and leaned down. She pulled the glass pieces away from the frame and turned the photo around, her heart speeding up. Apparently the picture was not in great condition and only the frame and glass were keeping in together.

"What the hell was that? What happened?" Todd asked as he walked into he room and saw her leaning.

"I…I am sorry…I didn't know it was there…" she stuttered and he frowned.

"What are you talking about, Amelia?" he asked as he approached her.

"I…I am sorry, Sweeney." She whispered and he froze as he saw the broken picture.

"Lucy…" he whispered and she swallowed as she rose and looked at him, watching as his eyes darkened, his expression changing into one of despair.

"I didn't see it. I am sorry." She repeated and he blindly reached for the photo, clutching it into his hand.

"Sweeney?" she asked but he turned away from her, his shoulders tensing.

"Why did you…why…" he trailed off in a low voice.

"I had no idea it was there."

"You didn't see it?!" he barked and she flinched.

"I am sorry." She said again, hugging herself.

"I know how much it meant to you…but we can fix it…"

"Shut up." He hissed lowly, still not looking at her.

"I'm sorry." She said again, feeling really bad even if it wasn't remotely her fault.

"I said shut up…" he repeated, his eyes not moving away from the picture.

"It was on top of the sheet…I didn't see it." She said as she stared at his back.

"Get out." He rasped and she frowned.

"What?"

"Get out….right now." He hissed and when she didn't move he turned sharply towards her, his reasoning leaving him.

"Get out." He spat and she stared at him before she mutely nodded. She took a few steps backwards and reached for her coat. She looked at him but he wasn't looking at her.

His expression of utter sadness froze her to the spot but when he looked up and saw her still there his eyes narrowed and he curled his fist.

"Do I have to spell it out for you? Get out, Amelia." He said to her and she finally opened the door and walked out of the room. She leaned against the wall and inhaled deeply, her eyes watering.

It seemed that she didn't have to make a choice. He had made it for her.

End of chapter 24

Author's note: Thank you for reading. So, she left. But did he mean it the way she understood or not? What will happen next? Please review and tell me your thoughts! :)