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|28| Two Hearts Don't Beat the Same

Flashback - July 1, 2005.

I adjusted myself to get comfortable on Rex's chest. He breathing rythum was up and down. I should have calmed me, but it rather disturbed me; seeing as I could loose him in war. I gripped the covers, aggitated that I couldn't fall asleep. I looked to my far right to peer at the digital clock, that told me it was one o' clock in the morning. I heard Rex stir, and he was awake in seconds.

"Reill, what's wrong?" He asked groggily, turning on the lamp on the bedside table. I sat up and he twisted a strand of my hair on his finger, "Why can't you sleep? You've been up for a while."

He slipped out of bed, went into the bathroom and turned on the sink. I buried my face in my hands to think long and hard. Part of me was thinking about quitting the military for good. But I couldn't just do that on a whim. Rex came back, his eyes half-opened, sat on the bed, and handed me a glass of water. I held it in my hands and Rex pulled me onto his lap as he leaned against the bed's headboard.

"Everything is freaking falling apart. We're both going to war in South Africa, I'm pregnant. It's like...what the fuck?" I blurted out.
Rex looked at me questioningly, but shook his head, "Oh c'mon, Reilly. Everything will be fine."
I put my head on his shoulder and sighed heavily as I felt his hand place itself on my back protectively.


Back to the Present...

Iscreamed in pain, clutching my stomache with all my might. Rex was saying words to try to calm me down, but everything heard and done was a blur, as I was in so much pain. I sat in the depressing, dark room that was attached to me and Rex's room. I thought I was going to vomit. I'd already thrown up five times this past week. So why not again? I'd never felt this pain ever since...

"Easy, easy." Rex was saying, trying to calm me. I was in such bad pain. He held me comfortingly, trying to ease my mental and physical pain.
"Rex," I said to him quietly, holding his hand that was placed on my hand firmly.

He looked up at me with his brown, curious eyes expectantly. I traced his faded scars with my eyes, scanning his innocent expression. He waited for me to say it, I could tell.

"I'm pregnant."