Mark Greene was going over to Kerry's to go over the new Er budget changes. When he got there he got out of his car and went to the door. He knocked...And knocked. No one answered. He turned the nob and surprisingly the door was open. He walked in to see the weeping form of Kerry Weaver curled up on the couch. He walked over.
"Whats wrong,"He asked,taking a seat on the couch he took her in his arms.
"Elis is gone! Damn him!"
"Why did he leave?"
"Long story!"
"Im listening."
"Well,It started when I went into work today. I figured it be one of those shity days sence you took the day off. I was not feeling well. See,The night before I couldn't eat without vomiting. So,anyway,I went into work. Abby noticed I did not feel well..."
"Are you ok Dr Weaver?"
"Yes Im ok,Why wouldn't I be ok?"
"You look pale."
"So what,I dont feel good,BIG DEAL!"
"Shouldn't you be at home then?"
"Im ok,OK!"
"Geeze Dr Weaver,Im just making sure your ok!"
After that I walked into the lounge.
"Hi Dr Weaver," John came to greet me.
"Hi Carter."
"You ok Dr Weaver."
"Well,to tell you the truth Carter,Im not feel too great. I got sick last night and vomited. And today I dont feel so great eather!"
"Well,lets go check you out!
"No Carter!"
"Come on!"
"No!"
By that time I gave in.
"Ok."
We went to exam room one.
"Lets see,You have been vomiting."
"Thats what I said."
"Did it have any blood in it?"
"No,If it did Id been here last night."
"You and Elis still together?"
"WHAT!"
"We know Dr Weaver. Now tell me."
"Why does this mater?"
"Tell me?"
"Yes."
"I think I know whats wrong."
"Ill be right back."
He left the room. When he came back he had an UltraSound Scanner with him.
"Carter,You think Im pregnant?"
"Lets just see."
As he started the ultrasound he looked surprised.
"Looks like Im right!"
"WHAT?"
"Congrats Kerry!"
"Oh my god!"
By that time I was speechless.
"Its a month old.,"He said.
After the ultrasound I went to call Elis...
"Hellow?"
"Hi Elis."
"Kerry,Whats wrong sweety."
"Ive got great news...Im pregnant!"
"What?"
"Were
having a child."
"This cant be."
"Its true."
"Abort the little bastard!"
"WHAT?"
"Get rid of it."
"No."
"Kerry,If you dont,I sware..."
"No!"
"Thats it Kerry,Is over. You bitch. I bet that isn't my child."
"Dont you dare say that Elis! You bastard!"
Then he hung up.
"So,your prenant," Mark asked. "Yes."
Kerry started crying.
"Calm down. Dont worry about Elis."
"I wanted my child to have a normal life. A father and mother. Now its just a mother.
I was adopted into a family. It was never normal. And now Im having a child and he or she will never have a normal family life? See..."
Mark held her tighter.
"Dont worry about Elis. You or you child wont need him. See,I can be uncle Mark."
Kerry started laughing.
"Seriously Kerry. Then there is uncle John,no uncle Carter. Aunt Susan and Cousin Abby. It will be the whole Er family.
Dont worry."
He let go his embrace and wipped the tears from her eyes.
"Dont worry,Everything is gonna be alright."
He put his arm around her and put his hand on her stomach. Then she laid her head on his sholder. He wispered in her ear.
"Dont worry,Everything is gonna be ok."
She shed a tear.
"It is,Isnt it."
She lifted her head to look at him straight in the eye. Enchanted by the way she looked,Not the expression on her face but her green eyes gleeming,Her cheeks glowing,He said,
"Yes it is gonna be ok. It is."
Then he kissed her forehead. Then her eye lid. Then her cheek. And then her mouth. What so started as a normal kiss ended up to be a long one. Finally he backed up.
"Sorry."
"Thats ok,"She said softly,Looking into his eyes. All cares left her. She was at peace. She was soon to have a child. But right now she had Mark along her side to protect her,To keep her safe.
"I love you Kerry," The words slipped through his mouth before he could catch them. He was fixing to say sorry when sudenly she said the three words most deserving at a time like this.
"I love you too."
He took her and held her in his arms.
(The End-To Be Continued)
Found through ones fault,
But not a fault of their own,
Are the things once lost,
Now found to them so,
Gifts will come,
And gifts will go,
But not through ones fault,
But the other ones own...
Not through ones fault,
But the other ones own.
Felicia
