Found Out

Disclaimer: The baby mamas, plot, John, and Ryan belong to me. Other than that, it's Covenant.

A/N:

IF YOU HAVE NOT RE-READ CHAPTER 36 IN THE LAST 48 HOURS DO THAT FIRST. IT HAS BEEN REPOSTED WITH EDITS AND ADDITIONS.

CHAPTER 37:

"Pogue? Can you hear me?" Kate's voice asked. Pogue blinked rapidly, trying to clear his mind of the nightmare he had been having.

"Will you quit laughing? I'm trying to concentrate." Pogue asked, smiling despite himself. Corrie tried to stifle her giggles and return to leaning against the library balcony, looking as Juliet-like as possible. He quickly sketched with his soft leads from down below, putting the finishing touches on the way her hair fell in her face, her smirk.

In moments it was finished and he held it up to her.

"Thank you, Romeo. It's beautiful." She blushed prettily. "Now sign it and come show it to me." She commanded playfully.

"With love's light wings." He quoted, signing something at the foot of the drawing and beginning to climb the spiral staircase toward love like a schoolboy from his books.

"Here. Read it." He gently placed the paper in her hands, sliding down to one knee in front of her.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow."

So let's never be apart again.

Please say yes.

Before she could speak he had slipped the ring onto her left ring finger and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

She was crying and nodding by the time he was on his feet and pressing a kiss to her lips. He spun her around, tears forming in his own eyes. Had he even truly known happiness before this moment?

"Never let me go!" She laughed, holding on tight. The rising sun through the warped library windows cast bars of light across the couple, bathing them in the light of a new day. Corrie was crying as he spun her, awakening dust motes long asleep in the dusty loft. They rose, dancing in the sunlight, as if they, too, shared in the joy of the couple.

He let her down from his embrace, pressing a kiss to her lips. She responded in kind, and he backed her up urgently into the railing she'd been posing, one hand on her waist and the other clasped around her left hand, feeling the hardness of her ring biting into his hand. He pulled back to look at her, imagining her as his bride, before leaning in to kiss her once more, sliding a hand up her skirt. He didn't see the sudden change in her expression as he kissed her hungrily, but some part of him did note that something felt wrong. Without knowing why, fear overtook his joy, and before Pogue could do anything she had slipped from his fingers over the edge of the balcony where he had been pressing into her, kissing her too deeply to realize how far he had been pushing her backwards. She was falling, and it was his fault. Her hands reached for him, and her ring rent a deep gouge in the wooden railing, but neither it nor Pogue did anything to stop her fall. He could only watch as she plummeted, eyes locked with his, her mouth open, screaming his name.

"And down will come baby, cradle and all..."

"Y-yeah. Why are you calling me?" He asked, too shocked to bother with decorum. Besides, it was three in the morning and he had just seen the woman he loved die with the ring, currently hidden in his sock drawer at home, around her finger. He had an excuse for his lack of eloquence. That, and Corrie was lying in bed next to him, completely naked and with sex hair to match.

"I, um, I need to talk to you."

"At three in the morning?" He asked, his eyes locked on Corrie's, who was lying next to him, watching him worriedly, pulling the covers up to cover herself. He reached for her, reassuring himself that she was there, was real. Was still his, even if there was no ring to prove it. Yet.

"I need to talk to you. It's important, Pogue." She sounded near tears, and Pogue sighed.

"Kate, what could be this important, you haven't talked to me in three months."

"I'd really rather tell you in person…" She hedged.

"Kate, just tell me now. I'm not coming all the way to New York at three in the morning."

"No. This has to be in person!"

"Why are you yelling at me?" He glared, temper rising.

"Because I need you here NOW!" Corrie scoffed softly, trying to hide it, rolling her eyes. How dramatic.

"No, you don't. I'm… I'm busy." Pogue said vaguely, his thumb rubbing circles on Corrie's flat stomach under the covers.

"Pogue, please. You know I wouldn't ask unless it was something big. Please. Just for a few hours." Her voice dropped to a low plea, reminding him of the last time he had seen her. She was scared then, and scared now.

"Kate, is this about Chase?" He grasped the phone tighter, suddenly wide awake, his thumb frozen.

"No. Pogue, I know he pretty much broke us up, I know you didn't trust me around him, and I know I may have given you reasons to doubt me, but you have to believe that I never slept with him. I thought about it – I even had a dream or two about it – but I love you. I would never have done that to you. You have to believe me." She pleaded "That's what I have to talk to you about. It's about us." She sounded near tears again, and desperate, and it hurt him to hear it.

"Kate, I've… I'm with someone." He heard himself say. "I don't want to get back together."

"Pogue, it's not that… at least, not really…" She broke down into sobs, the kind of crying that cuts right into a person's soul. Something was wrong.

"Alright, alright. We can work all that out when I get there. Can you wait until the morning?" He asked soothingly, pulling Corrie close to him. She squirmed away, hiding her expression. She had just shared the most intimate thing two people can share, and he was leaving to go see his ex?

Pogue didn't notice, now intent on his conversation.

"I'd really rather you just come here now… I don't know if I'll have the courage to tell you in the morning."

"Tell me what." He asked, voice still soft and understanding. Corrie blinked back tears. What the hell?

"That I'm pregnant." Kate blurted out, crying in earnest now.

Pogue's world froze at her words, and judging by the look on Corrie's face she had heard it as well.

"W-what?" He asked, watching Corrie, horrorstricken. Without a word to him she got out of bed and started pulling on her clothes, her shoulders shaking slightly as she tried her best to hold back sobs. "Cor, wait."

"No, Pogue. Just no." Her voice, untouched yet by her tears, cut him like a knife. "Talk to Kate."

"Pogue?" Kate asked on the phone, and for a moment he considered hanging up on her, pretending it was just some sick joke. Then Corrie's back was to him and she was slipping – stalking – out the door. Pogue ran a hand through his hair, wondering which girl he should go after first. Crying girls always fried his brains.

"Kate, I'll be there as soon as I can. I'm leaving now."

"Take your time. Three's a crowd." A familiar voice crooned lazily over the phone, freezing the sweat still covering Pogue's body.

"Chase." He spit out venomously. "If you hurt her or that baby I'll fucking kill you."

"Where have I heard that before?" Chase pondered mockingly. "Oh, yeah. The lasttime we went through this. Better get here fast if you want to go through with that promise." Chase suggested. "Tick tock."

Pogue was out of bed and pulling on his shirt before he even realized Chase had hung up. He dropped the phone into the rumpled covers without a thought, never noticing the caller ID read HOME. In seconds he was out of Danvers Manor, on his motorcycle on his way to New York, never imagining that Kate could have already been back in Ipswich and waiting at his apartment for him when Chase took her.

A/N

Wow! Big twist there, eh? Anyone expecting THAT to happen? Hopefully not!

I'm shooting for 50 chapters and already have Chapters 38-47 written out, so expect this story to start picking up. I didn't want to lose momentum during the end, so I've been holding out on you guys - hopefully it makes the climax of the story worth it! Love you all! R & R!