A/N: This is the first "Everwood" fanfiction I've ever written. Be nice. lol I like "Everwood" and I loved the season 2 Season Finale! So please don't be mad about the idea, it's just something I thought would be interesting....The town that Madison lives in is made up, but if it happens to be real, I swear I didn't know. lol There will be 22 episodes/chapters, like there would be in a real season. And I will try to update every day (I've already written the entire "season"). I hope you'll review.

[3.01] End Of The Summer Bliss

----August 2, 2004----

Ephram leaned back in his plane seat. He was going home and life was good. He smiled to himself. He'd been told by many of the people at Julliard that he had an extremely high chance of getting into the school, when it was time. He glanced down at his fingers. Sometimes they hurt, after playing the piano so much, but after an entire summer of playing, he barely felt a thing. Thoughts and images of Amy Abbott filled his mind. "Amy, I can't wait to see you." He muttered, as a ray of sunlight passed by his window and then he drifted off to sleep.

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Madison placed her hand over her roughly 6 month pregnant belly. She winced a little, as a wave of nausea washed over her body. She dropped the yellow #2 pencil that she was holding and placed her hand to her mouth, then the nausea passed. "I thought that usually went away by the sixth month?" She asked, aloud. It wasn't that often that she felt sick, but every once in a while. She looked around her small and very empty apartment. She'd moved in, not too long after she told Dr. Brown about the baby. The apartment was located just outside of Everwood, a small town called Green Pines, that was so little it probably wasn't even on a map. The apartment was 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom, 1 living room, and 1 kitchen. But the living room connected right to the kitchen, so it was like one small room that was cut in half. Everything was tiny, the carpet was extremely worn, there was no A/C, and the heater barely worked. But it was all Madison could afford right now, just barely, and that was because she rented the apartment from an elderly woman who lived across the hall and gave her a discount for helping her to take her daily medication and run occasional errands. The apartment was just $100 a month, for rent. She picked up her pencil again and began to write her monthly letter to Dr. Brown.

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Amy paced back and forth in her room, she'd been doing this for the last 3 hours. She knew Ephram was coming home today. She stopped and took a few calming breaths. There were two scenes that continued to replay themselves in Amy's mind, over and over; one was blurry, but she could remember every feeling and emotion that she felt and the second was as clear as day, but it still felt numb. How in the world am I going to explain this? She thought, warily. She placed her hand on her bed, keeping herself steady, then her nails dug into the bed and her vision became blurry as salty tears clouded her eyes. "I can't do this..I just can't!" She exploded, as she fell face first into her bed and buried her head in her pillow. Her body shook every few minutes, as she sobbed uncontrollably.

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"Are you leaving now?" Dr. Harold Abbot questioned, as he filed away a few choice papers.

Dr. Andy Brown nodded. "Why yes, Dr. Abbot. Ephram's plane will be in soon and I need to be there to greet him."

Harold waved his arm, motioning towards the door. "Go, go. Who wants you here anyway?" He said, only half joking.

Andy raised his eyebrows. "Why in such a hurry? Do you have..plans?"

Harold ignored the comment.

"Is something bothering you?" Andy suddenly asked.

Harold shut the filing cabinet and spun around. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you've been acting strangely for the past few months." Andy said, as he grabbed his coat from a nearby coat rack.

"No..Well, actually, it's Amy." Harold said, slowly.

"Amy? What could possibly be wrong with her?" Andy asked, curiously.

Harold shrugged. "I don't know. If I did, do you think I'd be having this conversation with you?"

"Well, did she suddenly fail in Summer School?" Andy asked.

"No, no! It's not that at all. She's just...been withdrawn. In her room a lot. Not depressed, like after Colin.." Harold's voice trailed off and an uneasy silence filled the room. He quickly turned away and began to shuffle through a folder that was on his desk, to avoid eye contact with his co- worker. "Anyway, she's been sort of, sick. Not very hungry, slightly anxious or nervous, and not feeling too well. She's been sleeping in later as well."

Andy seemed to nod, as he grabbed a plastic bag from his desk that contained his bills for the month. "Maybe she's worried about starting school again? Or it could be about her new relationship with my son, maybe she's having second thoughts?"

Harold seemed to consider the possibility. "Possibly. I..Hmm, I just don't know." He closed the folder then glanced at the clock. "What time did you say Ephram's flight comes in?"

"Four-thirty." Andy answered, as he followed Harold's gaze. "Oh, looks like that's my que. Well, I'm off. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Unfortunately." Harold quipped.

Andy rolled his eyes as he exited the office.

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A loud, rhythmic thudding came from outside of Amy's bedroom door. "Amy? Hello? Amy? Hey, wake up in there! We've got to get down there, to the airport, so we can see Ephram on time!" Bright hollered, as he gave another loud thud to his younger sister's bedroom door.

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Amy slid off her bed and walked over to the mirror. She quickly smoothed her hair, applied some pink lip gloss, and wiped her eyes. "I look fine, right?" She glanced at the mirror again and shook her head. She walked over to her draw and shuffled through her shirts, then pulled out a loose fitting light pink peasant top. She quickly changed into the top and walked back to the mirror, turned to her side, and then to the other side. "That's okay." She muttered. The top was a size too big for her, because when she saw the top it had been the only one like it in that size and the ones in her sizes were gone, she'd hoped that it would fit her later on. Now she was grateful that it was too big. She grabbed a tissue from her box of tissues and wiped her nose, then grabbed a small purse and walked towards the door. She wore a loose fitting knee length peach colored skirt and off- white sandals.

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Bright raised his hand to hit the door again, when it opened. "Finally! Jeeze, did you get lost or something?"

Amy sent a glare at her older brother. "No, I just heard loud banging at my door and thought the house was being raided. I figured I'd wait until it was safe to come out.." She gave Bright a sideways glance. "Apparently it wasn't." With that, she brushed past Bright and headed down to the front door.

Bright rolled his eyes. "Sisters." He muttered, before following Amy.

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Ephram's eyes fluttered open, as the female pilot's voice came onto the intercom. He cupped his mouth to cover a yawn.

"It is now four o' clock, passengers. We should be landing in about a half an hour. Please relax and enjoy the remainder of your trip and we thank you for riding Continental Airlines." The Pilot's Voice echoed through the plane.

Ephram moved around in his seat to get comfortable; his arm had begun to fall into it's own sleep, while the rest of him slept. He reached into his pocket, with his hand that wasn't feeling heavy and numb, then removed a picture of him and Amy. He felt a smile spread across his face. This picture had been taken by a random woman at the airport, at Ephram's request, just before Amy had to return home after spending a week with him in New York City. He felt the millions of tiny invisible pins and needles stab into his hand and he squeezed his hand, in spite of the awful feeling. With his fully awake hand, he set the photo in his lap and traced Amy's face with his finger. She is so beautiful. He thought. All summer long the only thing he'd thought about was Amy and Julliard. Every so often he thought of Madison and he still cared for her, but his heart was with Amy now, at least he thought so. He admired Amy's smile. She looked so happy, they both looked so happy; each with an arm wrapped around the other's shoulders. Then his mind raced back to the night before. What a night it had been; the most amazing thing that had ever happened to him. His heart pounded as he thought of seeing Amy again. The millions or pins and needles had reduced to thousands now and he wiggled his fingers a few more times and glanced down at his watch: 4:15 P.M. Wow, how time flies by when you think of the person that your world revolves around. He thought.

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Andy and Delia got out of the car.

"Do you think he'll be happy with the cake?" Delia asked, breaking the silence between her and her Father.

Andy glanced at his daughter and smiled. "I think he'll love it, after all, you and Nina did make one of his favorites."

Delia nodded, approving her Father's response. "When does the plane arrive, again?"

"Four-thirty." Andy answered, as he glanced at his watch. Then he saw another car pull into the parking lot.

"Hey look, it's Bright!" Delia said, as she stared ahead. "And Amy, I think."

Moments later, the car pulled into a parking space next to Andy's car. Then Bright and Amy proceeded to get out.

"Hello, Bright." Andy greeted, as he locked the driver's car door on his car.

"'Sup Dr. Brown." Bright greeted. He shut his door. "Hey Delia. What's that?" He asked, indicating the chocolate cake.

Delia smiled. "A chocolate cake that Nina and I made for Ephram."

"Mmmm! Looks delicious!" Bright commented. He got a whiff of the cake and his stomach growled. "Well, anyway. Maybe we should go inside?"

The four people made their way inside the airport.

----4:35 P.M.----

Ephram grabbed his bag, as it went by with the other luggage. Then he turned and glanced into the large crowd of people. Then a specific face caught his attention and he seemed to glow with happiness. "Amy!" He called, as he dashed for her. But as he reached her, he knew something was wrong.

"Welcome back, Ephram." Delia said, as she held up the cake. "Nina and I made this cake for you."

Ephram flashed a small smile towards Delia. "Thanks, Delia. Tell Nina I said thanks for me, when you see her, okay?"

Delia frowned, but nodded her head anyway.

"Umm...how was your trip?" Bright asked, as he tried to break the ice.

"It was...fine." Ephram replied, as he refocused on Amy. "Amy, is something wrong?"

Amy folded her arms over her chest. "No, I'm just really tired."

Ephram merely nodded. She isn't being totally honest. He thought, but he wouldn't go after it right now. He would talk to her alone, without his Father or Bright around.

"It was just fine?" Andy asked. "You spend all summer at one of the best music schools and all you can say is that it was fine? Come on, tell us what happened." Andy urged.

Ephram placed his arm around Amy's shoulder. "Actually, can we do that later? I was kinda hoping to talk to Amy about something." He half lied.

Andy and Bright exchanged looks.

"I'm going to wait by the car." Delia said, as she turned to go.

Andy reached out and pulled her back. "Oh no you don't, I'll come with you. Ephram, Amy, you have ten minutes. After that, I'm coming back to find you."

Bright shrugged. "I'll go with them and if you don't mind, Buddy, I'm going to take a slice of that cake..If it's all right with you, Delia?"

Delia nodded. "Well, since Ephram doesn't even look interested.."

Andy, Bright, and Delia turned and walked away.

Ephram glanced back at Amy. "Something's wrong and I know it. What is it?"

Amy refused to look Ephram in the eyes. "Look, Ephram..."

"Are you..having second thoughts?" Ephram interrupted.

Amy sighed heavily. "No, that's not it...I mean..." She rubbed her temples. "Look, I need to talk to you. It's very important."

"Then talk. I don't care, my Dad can wait." Ephram said.

"Not here. Not now." Amy replied.

"When?" Ephram asked, quickly.

"My house at seven o' clock. Just you." Amy replied, quickly. She wasn't even sure she could do this.

Ephram instantly nodded. "Okay. I'll see you then. Anything else?"

Amy shook her head. "No."

"Are you sure you're all right?" Ephram asked.

Amy hesitated, but was saved from answering when she heard Andy's voice.

"I thought you said ten minutes?" Ephram interrupted, as soon as he heard his Father.

"I just got a call from Dr. Abbot. He's on a house call and asked me to take care of something at the clinic for him, so we have to go now." Andy said, in an almost apologetic tone.

"Amy, come with me. I told Mom that I'd pick up some things for dinner." Bright said, as he motioned his hand.

"Just give us a minute to say bye." Ephram said, as he tried to stall for time.

"Fine, but make it quick, lovebirds." Bright smirked, as he turned and headed back towards the entrance, where Delia was waiting.

"Don't make it too long, like Bright said." Andy warned, as a quick thought of Madison flashed in his mind. He turned and followed after Bright and Delia.

"Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. You know we can get through it." Ephram said. He leaned in and gave his girlfriend a quick kiss on the lips.

Amy didn't respond. "Yeah, sure." She replied, almost in a cold way. Then she turned and walked off.

Ephram could feel a twinge of hurt and guilt floating inside him. What could be so bad?

----6:30 P.M.----

Madison made her way down to the small, rusty mail box that came with her tiny apartment. She fumbled with the sticky door and finally yanked it open. She pulled out 3 envelopes and deposited her letter, that was addressed to Dr. Andy Brown's P.O. Box. She pulled up the rusty red little flag on her mail box and then made her way back to her apartment. As she walked, she scanned the envelopes, but her mind drifted from the bills to her unborn child. She'd found out about a week ago that her baby would be a girl and she was thrilled. She had been thinking of names ever since and wanted to honor both her and Ephram in some way. She made her way inside the apartment, shut the door, and slid down onto an old chair. She reached over to a small, warped coffee table and pulled a piece of paper into her lap. It was full of names that had been crossed out. She had been trying to figure out if she should give her baby Ephram's last name or her own, or both. But then she finally decided that even though Andy refused to let Ephram know about the child, that their child should still carry Ephram's last name, in Ephram's honor.

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Ephram nervously tapped his fingers on his bed. He took a few calming breaths and leaned back, imaging the wonderful moments he experienced during the week that Amy was with him in New York City. He opened his eyes and glanced at the clock. "Six-thirty-five. I better go." He said. he could barely keep himself from thinking about his conversation with Amy, earlier. She was so distant and withdrawn. He had no clue what could be so wrong. He made his way out of his room, into the living room, grabbed his keys, and then out the door. "Dad, I'm going over to Amy's for a little while. I'll be back by nine." He yelled, then he shut the door and quickly made his way to the car.

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Amy paced back and forth in her room, yet again. She looked at the clock about every two minutes. Her hands trembled and she didn't know what she'd say, but she knew she had to say it somehow. She sat down on her bed and grabbed a glass of water, it was warm now, but it had been quite cold earlier. She wrinkled her nose as she took a sip and then set it back down. She heard a car drive down the street and immediately dashed to her bedroom window and looked out, but it wasn't Ephram's car. She sighed and began walking back to her bed.

----7:05 P.M.----

Amy dashed out the front door and onto the lawn. It was getting kind of dark, but she saw Ephram briskly walking to her. Then she loosened as she felt his arms wrap tightly around her.

"What's wrong? I know there is something going on." Ephram whispered in Amy's ear, as he rubbed her arms and back.

"Let's go to my room, first." Amy whispered back. She pulled from his grasp, even though she didn't want to, and walked back towards the house.

Ephram followed Amy and was right at her heels.

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Amy shut and locked the door, as Ephram seated himself on Amy's bed.

"So, what's up?" Ephram asked.

"Shh. Keep your voice low." Amy said. She waited a moment and then didn't hear any noises. A churning feeling flooded her stomach, but she ignored it and walked over to Ephram. "Do you remember that last night in New York City?" She asked.

Ephram felt another grin spread across his face. "Yeah, how could I forget? It was the best night of my life." He gently touched Amy's cheek.

Amy felt shivers go up her back. She loved his touch, but quickly pulled away. She wrapped her arms around her stomach. "Well..Ephram, I don't know how to say this, but...we...I..." She began to stutter and her words became a blur.

Ephram stood up and wrapped his arms around her. "Take a deep breath and then tell me." He said, calmly.

Amy nodded and closed her eyes and breathed in; she smelt only Ephram and that made her a little more at ease, but not much. Then she opened her eyes and locked eyes with her boyfriend. "Ephram..." She said, slowly. "I think I'm pregnant."