The days flowed into weeks, and it was now early March. Lindsay was still in her coma but was improving. She was off the ventilator now, and she had some physical responses. When someone squeezed her hand, she would, how ever very weakly, squeeze back.

 Someone was always with her. Catherine's family had come from Montana, Nick, Sara, Warrick, and Greg all came after their shifts. Gil and Catherine were always there, keeping the vigil. The only time that Catherine would leave to go home for a few hours was when Gil or her mother was with Lindsay.

Catherine was starting to notice her belly getting rounder and knew that it wasn't going to be long before people would figure it out. No one knew except for Gil, and Lindsay, if she heard it. Catherine, in her heart, knew that Lindsay could hear her. She had already been thinking of names, and getting decorating ideas for the new nursery. However, she didn't want to do anything without Lindsay.

Gil was sitting by Lindsay when Catherine came in from going home to catch a few hours sleep.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better, still really tired though."

"Was Lindsay like that?"

"Not as bad as this. Yet again, I was ten years younger when I was carrying her."

 "Cath," Gil said, his voice in a whisper

"Yeah?"

"Is she mine?" Gil said, putting Lindsay's doll in her arms

"Of course the baby is yours! You think it's a girl?"

"I mean Lindsay."

"I know, I was trying to change the topic."

"Catherine, I need to know."

"It wasn't an issue before."

 "You're right. Ever since you told the nurse that I was her father, I've been thinking it over. I think I have the right to know if she is Eddie's or mine."

Catherine looked down at her feet and started to cry. She never used to cry that much. In the past three months she has cried more than she had in the past three years. The fact that she was having a baby didn't help matters at all.

"I'm sorry Catherine." Gil said, getting up and embracing her

"No, no, you should know."

"Whenever you want to talk about it."

 "Now is as good a time as any I guess."

"Okay then. Here why don't you sit down?"

Catherine sat on the edge of Lindsay's bed, Gil sitting on the chair that sat on two feet from the bed.

"I…I…don't know. As much as I want her to be yours I don't know. When Eddie and I where married, he had his way with me… a lot. The day that I figured she was conceived, you and I were together. When I got home, Eddie was drunk and wanted some, and he took it. There was no way for me to tell if she is his or yours."

"Catherine, I had no idea."

"In my heart of hearts though, I think that she's yours. She has so many little quirks that are you, and none that are Eddie's. I'm so sorry, Gil. I can't tell you if she is yours or not."

"You have nothing to be sorry for. You did absolutely nothing. You are the victim here."

The little form next to Catherine started to move a bit. Catherine whipped her head around to see her daughter. All of a sudden Lindsay's eyelids fluttered open. A panicked look swept over her face for a moment.

"Mommy!"

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