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I don't own the characters or the show. Never have never will.

Chapter 3

Ten minutes later after Molly had finally gotten a grip on herself she left the clinic with Annie. Dr. Jaylor gave her a number of pregnancy care unit in the area telling her the sooner she went the better. Because automatically because of her age Molly was at a high risk and because she went so long without a proper examination the risk grew higher. Molly didn't know what to say or think. One minute she's fine just some dizziness the next she's going to have a baby, and that kid die because she hadn't known.

"Hey what's wrong?" Annie noticed that Molly looked upset since she had stepped out of the office and her not talking made her more convinced something wasn't right.

"What? Oh I'm fine just real tired all of the sudden."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I know I promised we'd grab some burgers but is it ok if we just head back to the bus?" Trying to hide her disappoint Annie nods for the ok. All Molly wanted to was hide under a train and just wait for it to run her over. But instead she decided under the covers her bed might be the better choice. The clinic was only a few blocks away from the bus so they decided to walk it, plus it was such a nice day. Now the sky had turned black and those few blocks felt like miles. Finally they reached it.

Jack was screeched on the couch reading a magazine; he doesn't look up at the sound of the door being opened. For the past three months he and Molly no longer spoke. He was too upset at her and just couldn't see past what she and Carey were doing. When others were around like Ned and Irene he'd be pleasant and pretend everything was fine, but the second they were out of sight it stopped. Molly hated seeing him like this, she wished there was away to let him know it was ok. Her fear was that only way possible for that to happen is if stopped seeing Carey, and she didn't want that either. Why can't he be like Annie? Not giving a damn of what I do? She thinks to herself while watching her first born staring at his magazine, but obviously nor reading the words.

"Hello Jack." Molly finally speaks to him. She talked to him all the time, about anything, in hopes he'd answer back, but no. And right now wasn't any different. Usually she'd try harder to get something out of him, but she was too warn out from the events that had just happened so she heads towards the back of the bus. She saw a piece of paper sticking out from underneath the paper and pulls it out.

Hey Molly,

I had to go run through a few numbers with Glenn; I'll be back later tonight. I love you.

-Carey

Molly pulls the letter to her chest and feels the tears start to form. From happiness, fear, and every emotion known to man. She was happy he wasn't here, because she wasn't ready to tell him yet. When she had found out she was pregnant with Jack and then Fiona Molly had told Rick immetialy. Too exited to keep to joyous news to herself. But that was a different time under totally different circumstances.

"How am I suppose to explain this one?" Molly whispers to herself while laying herself down onto the bed. Jack and Annie's voices could be heard arguing over what channel to watch. Neither of them were backing down on their choices. Molly groans while taking the pillow out from under her head and placing it on top. It didn't drive the argument out. She knew the adult thing to do would be go out there and help find an agreeable decision for all. But she didn't feel like it. She didn't feel like doing anything anymore.