Ok I'm pretty much going to end the story with this last chapter. It wraps everything up kinda. I know it really sucks but it's an end. I just want this story done.

I sat in the waiting room numbly waiting for my name to be called. This was it. The first doctor's appointment. All the other women here had their husbands with them and I was sitting alone. It sucked.

"Miss Cartwright," I heard finally and my eyes snapped up to meet the nurse. I quickly got up and gathered my things so I could get out of the glares of the older women who obviously disapproved.

"Have a seat in room eight and the doctor will be with you in a minute," the nurse said pointing down the hall to an empty exam room.

"Thank you," I said quietly. At least she wasn't judging me.

I sat down in the exam room and looked around at all the posters on the walls. I got comfortable-or at least as comfortable as possible in this situation-and waited for the doctor to make rounds. As I waited my thoughts kept drifting to Cappie.

Was he really going to be able to grow up? I mean sure he had stepped up now but this was Max's kid. He wasn't required to do anything. If it got to be too much what was going to stop him from bailing like he had with everything else in his life? Sure he seemed grown up-ish now but that didn't mean anything. Could just be post-traumatic stress thing he warned me about that night. I had almost died…I went to him and he told me I was acting out because of it, that I would wake up and regret it. Well he almost died, what if acting grown up was his mistake and he would wake up someday soon and regret stepping up. There was no way of predicting what Cappie would do. He was Cappie, no explanation needed.

"Miss Cartwright? I'm just going to get some blood to verify that you are indeed pregnant, then we can go over any questions you might have. I'll call you in two weeks to give you the results and make further appointments," the doctor said routinely without care. She continued to go through various do's and don'ts of pregnancy and what to expect as if programmed to. Then she brought in a nurse to draw blood and sent me on my way with a couple pamphlets and notes, as cold as she had been when I first entered the office.

The next two weeks were hell. Between trying to avoid Max and trying to avoid Cappie, I stayed in the ZBZ house pretty much 24/7. Ash tried talking to me but I had enough to worry about. I didn't go to classes and I barely left my room. I was too worried about the potential risks of Cappie being a dad. It was a scary thought. The fact it wouldn't even be his kid made it scarier. What if the baby looked nothing like me or Cappie and it was obvious that it belonged to Max. Max was smart; he would figure it out and request a paternity test. This whole mess was way too much. I should've realized earlier and taken care of it. I was still in college. I didn't have a job lined up or anything and God knows Cappie was nowhere near being ready to graduate and get a job. I would have to support two kids. A baby was not a part of the plan right now.

But on that fourteenth day I had made my new decision. Screw Cappie. I hated saying that, hated even thinking it, but there was no way I could expect him to grow up and help me raise this child. He didn't even know that I was sitting here, phone in hand waiting for the results that would change my life (and at one point would've changed his). I don't know why I was even waiting for the test results. The fact I was pregnant was pretty well known and unfortunately it was floating around the school by now. Stupid rumors.

My thoughts were broken by the ringing of my phone. I took a deep breath and waited for the second ring (didn't want to seem too worried) and answered it.

"Yes Miss Cartwright. It seems you are not pregnant," the doctor's voice spilled from the receiver.

"But…how can that be? Everyone was pretty much convinced I was," I began rambling, confused as to how this could happen.

"Stress can make the body do odd things and was playing with your hormones. You were already very low weight and missing your period was a mix of weight changes and stress. Also your habits changed drastically. It confused your body," the doctor replied simply.

"If there aren't any more questions, I have patients waiting. Goodbye," the cold voice of the doctor whose name I had already forgotten chimed before hanging up without waiting for a response.

Not pregnant. Not pregnant? So this little blonde haired girl playing on the swings or little boy playing catch with Cappie wouldn't exist? Well the second wouldn't have happened anyway because there was no way this child would have been involved with Cappie. But I had changed my picture of the future for this little unborn non-existent child. Now to be told it wasn't going to happen was strange. First thing first call Cappie.

"Not pregnant. You're off the hook. –Casey"

A text would have to do. He needed to grow up and I needed to learn to be independent. Breaking up wasn't the end of the world. He could stay here and hook-up with whatever townie he wanted to now. And I could move on to Washington D.C. and be the lawyer I was planning on being. Cappie wouldn't hold me back and neither would this child. School was almost over anyway. I could transfer to a better law school for next year without feeling I was leaving behind my entire life. Cappie would be happier this way anyway and I would be better off.

Awesome, my best friend and brother were getting married and I was still all alone. It had been five years since I last dated anybody (and that's if you counted the Cap- him…that weird thing). What made it worse was that I was the maid of honor and I knew just who to expect as the best man. I really didn't want to face him. Leaving without goodbye wasn't the right thing to do but I hadn't talked to him since then. I know…real mature. So here I was at the night before dinner all alone like always.

"Case?" a strange voice asked behind me.

"Hmm?" I responded turning to face the man with shaggy brown hair and dark brown eyes.

"You left without goodbye," he said sadly.

"I know Cap. Sorry," I said trying to walk away but he grabbed my arm.

"Why?" he questioned not letting me leave.

"Doesn't matter," I said coldly trying to snap my arms back so I could leave.

"Ok fine. I get it you're here with someone," Cappie said letting go but I didn't leave.

"Actually no. I'm not," I responded awkwardly.

"So Ash and Spitter…how weird is that?" he joked trying to make small talk.

"Well everyone else got married years ago. They were the only ones left I guess," I added going along with him.

"Yeah…I guess. You ever?" he questioned avoiding my eyes.

"No…you?" I asked just as awkwardly.

"Not my thing. Tried it once," he responded shrugging his shoulders as if our almost engagement had been totally casual perfect conversation.

"Yeah…me too. It just wouldn't have worked out," I said trying to keep the conversation light and casual but I could see it going deeper.

"Why not?" he asked. He needed an answer. He deserved one but I didn't really have once for him.

"We just weren't the get married and have kids type," I said looking into his eyes that I had been avoiding all night.

"We could've been. We almost were," he said sadly. We both knew what he was referring to but we didn't want to discuss it.

"Almost…" I said trying to find some sort of topic to change the conversation to.

"Well it's not the end of the world yet," he said leading me to our places at the table for dinner.