Am I pregnant? Whitney asked herself. An unsettling feeling developed in the pit of her stomach. What will Chad say if I am? Will he be happy? Whitney never brought up the subject of kids with Chad yet. I need to find out how he'd feel about having children, Whitney thought. She took a deep breath, checked herself in the mirror, and headed back to the bedroom. She sighed as she settled into bed. "Something wrong, honey?" Chad asked.
"No," Whitney lied. "I'm just tired. Good night, Chad." Whitney gave him a kiss on the cheek. Chad felt that Whitney was hiding something, but he decided not to say anything. After all, he was keeping his own secrets. "Good night, Whitney." Chad mumbled as he made himself comfortable. Chad tried to go to sleep, but he had too much on his mind. Whitney was the same. They both lay on their sides looking at opposite directions, each with their own troubles. They jumped at the sound of the telephone.
"Umph." Chad grunted as he reached over to answer the phone. "Hello?" he answered.
"Chad, it's Fox."
"Hey, man. Did Gwen have the baby?"
"Yeah, she had a little girl."
"That's great!" Chad said. He mouthed "Gwen had a girl" to Whitney who smiled in response. "Tell Ethan and Gwen congratulations from me and Whitney."
"Sure thing." Fox said. "Talk to you later."
"Bye." Chad said as he hung up.
"Isn't it wonderful?" Whitney said. "Ethan and Gwen are parents now. Can you imagine being a parent?"
"Sometimes I do." Chad admitted. Whitney was surprised. She never knew that Chad ever thought about being a father. "You really do?" She asked him.
"Sure. Ever since you agreed to marry me, I can't help but think of what it would like to be a parent." Chad said.
"Maybe you might get to actually experience the real thing." Whitney said slowly. Chad looked wide-eyed at Whitney. "What do mean, Whitney?"
Whitney cleared her throat. "Well, my period skipped. I think I could be pregnant."
Chad took awhile to absorb the meaning of her words. "Have you taken a pregnancy test yet?"
"No, I just realized today that I skipped. I'm going to go buy a pregnancy test tomorrow."
Chad said nothing, for he was still in shock. "It might just be a false alarm though." Whitney warned. "But if I am pregnant, Chad, how will you feel? Be honest with me."
Chad paused for a long time before answering. "I'd be the happiest man in the world."
Whitney sighed in relief.
~*~
"Ethan, do you think it's a good time to have a paternity test done? Gwen just had your child. Do you know how upset she's going to be? She hates me, Ethan. She'll go ballistic."
"Theresa, haven't you ever wondered if I was the father or not?" Ethan asked.
"Dr. Russell already shot my hopes down when she said it wasn't possible. Besides, I was on the pill."
"Sometimes the pill doesn't work, Theresa." Theresa thought about his statement and silently agreed.
"Theresa, if it turns out that I am the father, then I'll tell Gwen. If I'm not the father, I won't tell Gwen a thing. It'll just be between the two of us."
"Ethan, I don't know." Theresa said undecidedly.
"Theresa, I need to know." Ethan said urgently. "Please," he pleaded.
Theresa gave in. "Fine, but this is strictly between us."
Ethan sighed in relief. "I'll set everything up."
Just hope your wife doesn't catch you. If she does, there's no telling what she'll do. Theresa thought worriedly as she headed back to the waiting room.
~*~
"Calling Whitney again?" Dylan asked jokingly.
"Will you ever give it a rest?" Fox asked tiredly.
"No," Dylan replied. "I still can't shake the thought that you don't really love Whitney. "
"What would you know about love?" Fox snapped.
"I should ask you the same question, Fox. You and I were alike when it came to 'love'. We didn't believe it actually existed. Now all of a sudden, you claim you're in love? What's more ridiculous to me is that you claim it was 'love at first sight.'" Dylan shook his head in disbelief. He looked up and saw Theresa enter the room quietly.
"Look, I can't explain it all right? I just know I'm in love with Whitney Russell." Theresa looked down and swallowed hard after hearing Fox's words.
Dylan noticed her reaction and said, "Whatever, Fox. Knowing you, it may just be lust."
Fox jumped on his friend and pushed him against the wall. Fox clenched his jaw, his temper rising rapidly. "You need to shut up." He said menacingly.
"Take it easy, Fox." Dylan said.
"Fox!" Theresa called. Fox didn't turn around. Instead he tightened his grip on Dylan.
"I just might be speaking the truth." Dylan said quietly. The statement sent Fox over the edge. He punched his friend, the blow throwing Dylan to the floor.
"Oh my God!" Theresa cried. "Dylan! Are you okay?" She rushed over to his side.
Dylan glared at Fox as he slowly stood up. His nose was bleeding, and his eye was already swelling. Fox left the room briskly, making eye contact with Theresa before he exited the room. Little Ethan woke up and stared at Dylan's bruise. He lifted his hand, pointed a chubby finger at Dylan, and let out a small sound. Although he was only a few months old, Little Ethan seemed to recognize that Dylan was hurt. Ethan entered the room and took a look at Dylan."What happened to you?" He asked.
"Your dear-old step-brother hit me." Dylan mumbled.
"Why?" Ethan asked.
"Ethan, see if you can find someone to help Dylan out. I'm going to find Fox." Theresa interrupted.
"You want me to hold Little Ethan?" Ethan asked before Theresa left.
"Yeah," Theresa answered. "I'll be back."
Theresa walked quickly through the hallway. She stopped and asked people in the hallway if they had seen anyone that fit Fox's description. One young nurse informed Theresa that Fox had gone outside. After thanking the woman, Theresa quickly walked to the exit. What's going on with Fox? Theresa went outside and scanned the parking lot. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she spotted Fox pacing around. He was obviously angry. Theresa almost hesitated, but decided to confront Fox. "Fox," she called.
Fox pretended not to have heard her. "Fox," she called again more loudly. Fox stopped pacing, but he did not turn towards her.
"Look at me." Theresa pleaded.
Fox kept his back turned away from her and remained silent.
"Fox." Theresa said as she stepped closer. "C'mon, talk to me." Theresa touched his shoulder, but he shrugged it off.
"Fine." Theresa said quietly as her eyes began to water with tears. "Be that way, I don't give a damn anymore." She darted off into the darkness as Fox slowly turned and felt an urgency to call her back. "Theresa wait!" Fox called.
Theresa stopped in her tracks. She quickly wiped her eyes and turned to look at Fox. Fox couldn't bring himself to look at her. However, he forced himself to and let his gaze slowly settle on hers. Theresa's eyes held a hurt, questioning look. Fox walked towards her and took her hand. "I'm sorry, Theresa." He said softly.
Theresa looked down and squeezed Fox's hand in return. "Why won't anyone believe that I love Whitney?"
Theresa let go of Fox's hand. "What if it's because they believe you aren't truly in love with her?" Theresa asked quietly. Fox tensed. "Do you feel that way Theresa?" He asked gritting his teeth.
"Look, Fox, I don't like the idea of you trying to break up Chad and Whitney. But, I don't really know how Whitney feels about you." Theresa paused." "I can't believe I'm suggesting this, but you need to talk to her. Maybe then you'll realize what you truly feel." Theresa turned and walked away.
Fox contemplated her words and agreed with them. "I need to talk to Whitney." He said aloud.
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