Author's note - Once again, I'm not a doctor. I apologize for any incorrect medical details.

"So, let me get this straight," Susan said. "He asks you to marry him, you say yes, and then eight hours later you change your mind?"

I nodded. "He wants more kids, Susan. I'm just not cut out to be a mother."

Susan looked at me and shrugged. "If that's what you believe than there's no use trying to convince you otherwise." We stepped out of the lounge and were nearly run over by a mob of people. "What is going on today?" Susan asked, looking over at the board. "Everyone in Chicago has decided to come to County."

"Susan, look." I pointed over by the door. There was a young woman, not more than twenty-three, standing alone clutching a bundle. As Susan and I moved closer to her she cried out to us.

"Help me, please. My baby, my baby." She held the bundle towards us. In it was a small baby. "He can't breath," she said. I looked closer and lifted one of the baby's hands. His fingernails were turning blue. "You have to help him," she said. "He's only three-months-old."

I grabbed the baby and ran to a trauma room. I could hear the mother standing behind me sobbing, "please help him, please, please."

"Haleh, can you please take her outside?" I said, not unkindly.

Half an hour later I took my gloves off and approached the young mother. She ran to meet me. "He's gonna be OK," I said. "He's stable but we just wanna keep him under observation for awhile so we're gonna send him up to ICU."

The woman burst into tears and collapsed as if I had just told her that her son was dead. She looked up at me. "Thank you," she choked out. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. Can I see him?"

I nodded and she followed me into the room. She stood by the gurney and gingerly stroked her son's tiny arm. The baby, still fast asleep, reached up and grabbed his mother's fingers. "He's my world," she said, not taking her eyes from her sleeping child. "I didn't even want him though."

I raised my eyebrows. My point had been made. Why suffer so much when you can avoid it completely.

"When I found out I was pregnant," the girl continued. "I went to get an abortion. But I couldn't do it. I got to the clinic and I just couldn't go through with it. And thank God I didn't." She smiled at me. "I never knew there was so much love in the whole word let alone inside of me."

I looked at the baby boy. Maybe having one of those wouldn't be such a horrible thing. Maybe . . .

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud steady beep. The baby was crashing. I rushed for the paddles and screamed for help.

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"How long has it been?"

"Forty-five minutes."

"I'm calling it," I said, stepping away from the baby. "Time of death 13:24." I bit my lip and looked out the door to the baby's mother. "I can't do it," I said, turning to Luka. He nodded.

"I got it," he said.

I watched as the woman broke down in Luka's arms. No way was I ever going to put myself through that. No way.

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"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" I threw the pregnancy test across my apartment. "FUCK!"

I was pregnant. I wiped my angry tears away and picked up the phone. I had to tell Carter . . . didn't I? Just that morning I had decided that I wanted to marry him, even if that meant having kids. We could always adopt. But now this! I didn't want a baby of my own. I started to dial his number and then hung up.

What if he just wants the baby and not me? He married Jessica for Annie; he'd marry me for little Gracie or Joshua, wouldn't he?

Before I had too much time to think about it someone knocked at the door. "Hi," Carter said, smiling nervously. "Can we talk?"

I lowered my eyebrows. "Fine," I said.

"Abby . . ." Carter said, stepping into my apartment.

"I'm pregnant," I said, before Carter could finish his sentence.

The grin on his face stretched from ear to ear. "Really?"

I walked into my room and picked the pregnancy test off the floor. "Really," I said, handing in to him.

He looked at it for a minute and then at me. "Abby, I know you think you don't want this kid but . . ."

"Spare me the speech, Carter," I said, sitting down on my sofa. Carter sat next to me.

"So, um, do you want this back?" Carter asked, holding out my engagement ring.

"Oh, so now that I'm having your baby, you all of a sudden want to marry me again?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"I never didn't want to marry you," he said. "You broke it off, not me. I love you, Abby. And I want you with or without the baby."

"Prove it." The minute I said it, I regretted it. There was no way he could prove it. Love is something you believe, not something you know.

Carter put the ring back in his pocket and said, "Give me ten minutes."

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