Nash hesitated at the door to Tess's room, not knowing what he was going to say. He had to hold her and would somehow have to find the right words, being there to support her was his only mission.
Tess was curled up in a tiny ball on the table. She was crying but had no tears. She had cried until she had no tears left. Nash walked over to the table and engulfed her into his arms. "Nash, what are you doing here?" Tess asked.
"I came to take you home, I love you and I'm so sorry that I made you feel like you had to do this, much less alone," Nash said.
"I couldn't do it, I tried but I couldn't go through with killing our--" Tess said as Nash put his finger on Tess's lips to stop her before she could say the horrible words. "You mean you are still pregnant with our baby?" Nash asked as hope filled his heavy heart. "I didn't want to trap you, I swear I didn't plan it," Tess said as the floodgates opened again and tears poured from her blue eyes.
"I don't care if you did or you didn't, all that matters is right here in this room at this second," Nash said talking about Tess and their baby. "I'm going to be a terrible mother. I can barely manage to take care of myself. How can I take care of a baby?" Tess said.
"You're not alone. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. I love you," Nash said.
"But before you said it was over between us," Tess said.
"I was an idiot then, it was my hurt pride talking. I don't trust easy and when I'm lied to, I can't see straight. Forgive me," Nash said. "Only if you forgive me as well," Tess said as they hugged each other.
"Ok, wise guy, the police have been called. They are on their way here now," the receptionist said as Nash scooped up Tess and walked out of the clinic carrying the love of his life in his arms. Tess held on for dear life. Nash went to Fred's car and gently placed Tess in the seat. By that time, Tess still sedated, started to drift off to sleep, as Nash drove off, heading home.
"Nash, what happened? Did she?" Fred asked the second Nash came in, carrying Tess asleep in his arms. "No, they both are ok. She didn't go through with it," Nash said as he closed the door. "That's a relief. Is she ok?" Fred asked.
"Yeah she's just sleepy from the sedative they gave her. Get the pillows off the couch I'm going to let her sleep it off," Nash said as Fred quickly removed the pillows and Nash gently laid Tess on the couch. "So, I'll be going unless you need anything," Fred said.
"No, Fred thanks for telling me where she was, and for being there for her when I was too stupid not to be," Nash said.
"Anytime, just name your baby after me," Fred said jokingly. "I don't think Fred Brennan would work for my daughter," Nash said.
"Now that's a scary thought," Fred said serious. "What, my daughter named Fred?" Nash asked. "No, you having a daughter! Poor girl wouldn't date till she was 30," Fred said.
"Good point, this one better be a boy, who would protect his little sister as big brothers are suppossed to," Nash said seriously.
"Call me," Fred said as he left. Nash went to the kitchen to get a drink and settled down next to Tess on the couch. He laid her head on his left arm as she slept on. He could no longer resist the temptaion as he moved his right arm down and gently laid one hand on Tess's stomach where their child laid. He could tell a little difference. She had a very tiny bump there now, a bump that only he would notice since being intimate with her. The feelings that washed over him as he held the woman he loved more than anything and his hand over where his unborn son or daughter laid was like nothing he had ever felt before. He knew then that as long as he had breathe in his body, he would do whatever he had to keep them both safe as Nash started to drift off to sleep, the day's events knocking him out.