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Wilson walked down the corridor of endless cubicles to his smack dab in the middle of the left row. The white outer walls, fluorescent lights, and gray carpeted separators made for a cold feeling in the office building, but Wilson still usually found himself being chipper. However, he had a lot on his mind. Besides Billy having a cold, all of his bills due in three days at the end of the month, and work being as monotonous as ever, he hadn't spoken to Cecilia in thirty-six hours. This was so unlike her. He went over and over their last conversation in his mind, but nothing could clue him in as to what he might have been doing wrong.
He sat down at his wheeled desk chair, took a sip of his coffee, and turned back on his computer monitor. His phone rang and he picked it up in a very professional manner, as he had come accustomed to since working for this particular company. "Wilson West speaking."
"Wilson?"
So much was contained for him in that one word. It was Cecilia on the phone. She sounded horrible- like she had been crying for hours. Something was wrong. He also detected the apprehension in her voice. She probably had debated over calling him before doing so. What had happened to make her do that? They'd had such an open relationship from the beginning.
"Cecilia?"
"Yeah, it's me." Her voice was quiet and placid, but hardly serene.
"Are you OK?" he was almost frantic now. "What's wrong?"
"Wilson," she said his name to calm him, "I'm in the hospital."
Instantly, he got scared. "What happened?"
"I…" her voice cracked, "I had the baby."
He almost dropped the phone. He had known that she was pregnant, but it had never actually hit him that she would be having a baby- a whole new bundle of how that she would have to take care of all by herself for the next eighteen years and the he had nothing to do with. They never really discussed what would happen to them relationship-wise after the baby was born. That aside, Wilson was not about to leave Cecilia alone now, when she probably needed the most help of her life. "How are you? How is she? Is everything OK?"
She almost smiled. "She's fine. And I'm…I don't know. I'll get back to you on that."
Wilson got an idea. He looked at the clock, 10:37. "What hospital are you at?"
"Buffalo Central."
"That's not too far from here. I have a forty-five minute lunch break at noon. I could stop by and sit with you if you would like."
She thought a moment. "Yeah, that'd be nice. I've been alone for hours now- since 11:42 last night when I popped her out and everybody left me."
His heart went out to her. "Don't worry, you'll have some company soon enough."
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Wilson knocked on the thick, wooden door at precisely 12:07 before walking in the room. The walls were light blue, the lighting came from the sun through the window- everything was cheerful in there except for Cecilia. She looked as cute as ever, but her eyes had lost their all-important luster. Instead, she appeared tired and frightened. It was obvious that she had been crying.
"Hey," he said cautiously.
Her mood picked up dramatically when she saw him, but it wasn't enough to mask all of her pain. "Hi."
He walked over to her, placed a light kiss on her right cheek, and then pulled up a chair and sat. "Let's try this again- maybe face to face will work better. How are you Cecilia?"
"Awful, worse than I imagine I would be. But…it's OK. I got myself into this mess after all." She paused. "It is better to have you here. I don't; feel like I have to act all brave for myself now. You know how awful this is…even more so than I do."
"It's not awful," he replied. "It's just difficult, I'll give you that. But you know how you've been telling me you felt lonely? Well now you'll never have to feel like that again."
"That'd not exactly as comforting as you wanted it to be."
"Sorry." He decided to change the subject. "When can you get sprung from this joint?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"Do you have someone coming to get you?"
"Yeah, but thanks for the implied offer."
"Anytime. And along with that UI want to extend my "get out of jail free" card. You need me for anything, you just call. I'll come running to help you- whatever I can do."
"You mean, like babysitting?" she asked.
"Like anything," he responded with a smile.
"Thanks, that's really sweet of you." She lowered her head for a moment,. "But, in place of that offer to drive me home, could I ask you something else?" he nodded. "Got any pointers for me? I'm starting to get really nervous."
He smiled sympathetically. "Well, I don't really know if I have any good advice. Maybe though…just…realize that everything is going to change now. But the ball is in your court so to speak. You can either make this a positive thing or a negative thing. I know you're not too happy about this, and I understand why you aren't', but babies pick up on everything. It'd be very easy to take you anger out on your daughter. I used to be able to feel myself doing it with Billy. Don't' be another on of those angry, bitter mothers. I guess that'd the best thing I can tell you." What he was saying made perfect sense, but felt his words but through her like daggers. Tears filled her eyes but no matter how quickly she wiped them away, Wilson still saw them. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"No, no. You didn't do anything."
Wilson nodded. "Maybe I should go before I do anymore damage. I could come back after I get off work if you think you'll be lonely."
"You'd really come back?"
"Of course. Even with this baby Cecilia, you still mean so much to me." He kissed her one more time, this time on the top of her head, and left quietly. The silence of the room engulfed Cecilia again. Damn work. Cecilia wanted him back, and she knew he'd stay if he hadn't any other commitments. He'd lend two hands, one to hold and one to help. She didn't know how she ever got along without Wilson before.
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A/N: Hrm…this story seems to be fizzling out. I do have half of the next chapter written, though. Next chap has Wilson meeting Cecilia's kid and then something else. Yeah, that's about all I have to say.
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Cecilia is obsessed with Wilson. I am obsessed with reviews.
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