That Was When He Saw Her Chapter 30, a 7th heaven fanfic

The phone rang in Wilson's house Wednesday at noon. Again, Wilson's mother answered it. Wilson and Becca were both still at the hospital. "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Dr. Zapata. Is Wilson West there?"

"No, he's not. Are you calling about Becca?"

"No, I'm from Southern California Boys Academy. I'm the school psychologist. Wilson hasn't been in school for three days now, and I heard there was some sort of family emergency. I just wanted to make sure everything was OK."

"Everything is fine," she said, not really knowing who this man was.

"It's not Becca, is it? Wilson told me about her preeclampsia."

Mrs. West was shocked. She didn't think anyone knew about that. "You'll really have to talk to Wilson about this. I'll tell him that you called. Good bye."

Dr. Van Zandt knocked on the door to Becca's room and then walked inside. Both Becca and Wilson looked up at her, expecting the worse.

"Hi. How are you doing Becca?" Dr. Van Zandt asked as she read over Becca's chart.

"I feel pretty OK."

"Any headaches, light sensitivity, blurred vision?"

"I had a slight headache yesterday, but it really wasn't that bad. Barely noticeable."

"Was this around three o'clock?"

"Yes." Becca was shocked that she was able to pinpoint it like that.

"OK," she said, "I'll cut to the chase then. I doubt you want to hear this, but Becca, you now officially have a high risk pregnancy."

"High risk for what?"

"This late in your pregnancy, high risk for a still birth, giving birth to a deceased baby."

Becca's face turned white. "Oh."

"I can't let you go home until you have the baby. I'm sorry but you'll be spending the rest of your pregnancy in the hospital."

"She can't come home at all?" Wilson asked.

"Not until after the baby is born. If she's not constantly monitored, we run the risk of hurting her or the baby. I'm sure you don't want that."

"Of course not."

"Good." She smiled. "Now, let me examine you and then I'll leave you two alone."

Wilson looked on as Becca slept before him. She had not said a word to him since the doctor told her she wouldn't be able to go back home. Becca went directly to sleep and that was that. Wilson was left alone to ponder how this would affect them and him.

First off, Wilson knew he had to go back to school tomorrow. If he didn't, he would be missing a lot of work, instead of just a bit of work. The more he missed, the easier it would be for him to fall behind and never be able to catch up. He wanted to be at least up to speed with his class when the baby was born. Speaking of school, Becca still needed to get her education herself. Her school didn't even know that she moved, much less that's she's married and having a baby. That would be something they would have to figure out together- how they were going to handle telling people since Becca being in the hospital would further complicate things.

As she slept, Wilson had the opportunity to think things though, as if he had the power to make all the decisions himself. If things went his way, he would go back to school tomorrow, spend every night with Becca, and at least tell Tyler about his situation in case he needed to get his homework or something. They would tell Becca's school nurse that she was in the hospital, keeping the knowledge on a strictly confidential basis, and would somehow arrange for her to study from the confines of her hospital bed. That sounded like a perfect plan to Wilson.

When Wilson looked at Becca, though, he knew better. He knew she would never go for telling her school what was going on for fear of everyone knowing. He didn't blame her, either. He was in no rush to tell his school. They would have serious misgivings in regards to teen pregnancy, especially since they were an all-boys school.

Becca stirred in her sleep a bit and he finalized his decision. He would tell Becca that he needed to go back to school tomorrow, and ask him about telling Tyler. He assumed she would give in reluctantly, but would not put up too much of a fight since it didn't involve her doing anything. She would say that as long as he didn't think Tyler would spread it all around the school, then Wilson could do what he wanted. He would talk to Dr. Zapata tomorrow, too, and ask him about what would be the right thing to do as far as notifying Becca's school was concerned.

Just as Wilson planned, Becca woke up a few hours afterwards. She sat there mute, staring into space. When she stated looking for the remote to the television, that was when Wilson decided it was time to nab her before she drifted into the seclusion of TV land.

"Becca."

"Yeah?"

"I want to talk to you."

She turned her head toward him. "Then talk."

"I know that you have to stay here, but I really have to go back to school tomorrow. I'm going to fall too far behind if I don't." She sighed loudly. "If you don't want me to go then I won't."

"It's not that. It's just not fair that you can leave from here and I can't. I almost wish I could go to school."

Wilson picked up her hand. "I know. I wish there was something I could do to fix this."

"You can't. Just forget it." She lifted her chin up. "Go to school tomorrow."

"OK. Thanks. And, um…"

Becca knew she hadn't heard the end of it. "What?"

"I was thinking that I should tell someone our situation. Just one person."

"Who?"

"Tyler." Wilson had told Becca about Tyler a bunch of times, so there was no need to explain to her who he was. "He's in a lot of my classes, so he could bring me my work so I could miss more school and be here with you." She looked less than enthused. "I'll swear him to secrecy."

"I don't want anyone to know Wilson. You can tell Tyler, but only if you are sure he won't tell anyone else. I don't want it getting around to Richie or your entire school populace. If it gets around your school then it'll get around my school and I don't want that happening."

"OK." He paused for a second. "What exactly don't you want getting around?"

"What do you mean? Everything."

"Are you ashamed?"

"Kind of. Being pregnant at sixteen isn't exactly a good thing and you know that. You have no idea what kind of life I led before you or what my life is like at school. My reputation- having everyone find out I'm pregnant would be torture. I really don't feel like being scorned this lifetime."

"OK, OK. Fine. I get it." The last thing they needed was to be fighting right now. "So I can tell Tyler?"

"Tell him. But I better not find out Friday that the whole town knows."

A/N: The therapist guy calls the house, Becca can't leave, Wilson rambles, and then he wants to tell his boyfriend about the girl he's keeping on the side. That sounds about right. I don't do this whole "winding down" thing too well, in case you haven't noticed. Once I get close to the end I peter out and don't have a strong finish. Oh well. There's always next time.

Becca is shamefaced. Review.