Summary: Lies, deception, everything has a price ... what is the price of shame?
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Chapter 3
Walker and Alex both got dressed for work, Alex running down the stairs as Walker chased her. The chase ended in the kitchen where he cornered her by the sink and ran his hands up and down her body, sending ripples of pleasure through her. She didn't want the feeling to end, but it did when Walker's hand stopped over her stomach and began to rub it in circles.
Alex had to stop herself from flinching. The look on Walker's face was one of a proud father, and inside Alex's stomach was churning again. "Walker stop, you know I have to get to work," she said hoping it would stop his actions.
"You can't blame a man for wanting to wish his son or daughter a good morning can you?"
Alex forced herself to smile but inside she wanted to die at that very moment. How could she lie to him? How could she do it no matter the stakes? Grabbing her purse off the counter she told Walker she would see him at dinner and took off for work.
Work was anything but fun. Alex snapped at everyone, apologizing for it shortly after, but everyone had told her they understood a pregnant woman and her hormones which only sent Alex into a deeper depression. She counted the hours till it was time to go home, and then took off towards the ranch.
Alex walked in to find Walker sitting on the couch, a bunch of case file pictures sitting on the table. When Alex glanced down she saw one that made her heart lurch. Amongst the many pictures was one of Mr. Sakara. "Walker what are these for?"
"We have a case that fits the profile of these men. I am just trying to figure out a motive and quiet frankly a suspect."
"I thought Sakara was dead?"
"He is supposed to be Alex, but he had a long line of people who followed him and would be more than willing to finish what he started."
Alex was about to say something else when he phone rang. Leaving Walker to his pictures she went over and answered it, but the voice on the other end sent chills through her.
"Mrs. Walker, what a wonderful day it is. I am calling to inform you that you are doing very nicely in our agreement. This pleases me and therefore I have called to see if you have taken the medicine prescribed to you by Mr. Suling."
Alex licked her lips that had gone dry, and swallowed the lump in her throat. "I just got home, so I haven't had time to yet."
"Then I trust you will before the night is over. Do not disappoint me Mrs. Walker for those who do find the consequences not to their liking."
Alex hung up the phone, but the look on her face must have been odd for Walker came up to stand beside her. "Who was on the phone?"
Alex shook her head, "The doctor. He just wanted to make sure I had left my information with the nurse at the front desk."
Walker led Alex back over to the couch and sat down, rubbing her shoulders. "You are tense. Why is it you switched doctors anyway? I thought you went to Dr. Schwink."
Alex let Walker's fingers work out all the kinks in her. She had to think of an answer and ten minutes later she finally said something. "Dr. Schwink doesn't take on OBGYN patients. My doctor is really up to speed on everything. He doesn't want me to be seen by anyone else."
Walker thought that very strange. "What if there is an emergency? What happens if you have to go to the hospital or something?"
"You are too call him straight-away. I will give you his number."
Walker didn't think any of it sounded very reasonable, but then again he found out earlier that day he had a lot to learn about pregnant women. "Why don't we have a nice dinner and then get to sleep early?"
Alex agreed that it sounded like a great idea. Dinner was delicious, as Walker had made homemade spaghetti, even making the sauce from scratch. Alex devoured hers, and even had seconds on the garlic bread. Walker was glad to see her eating well again, and they spent the rest of dinner laughing about things that had happened at work.
"You know Alex Christmas is only a week away. I still have a lot of shopping to do, but it would really help if you would give me some idea as to what you wanted."
Alex didn't say anything until they sat down staring at the lights on the tree. The lights seemed to soothe her, and she spoke from her heart. "All I want for Christmas is to wake up in your arms. Nothing else compares to that."
Walker hugged her close to him, watching the flames flicker in the fireplace, casting shadows along the wall. "Why don't you go get ready for bed, and I will be in there soon. I want to go and make sure the horses will be warm enough for tonight."
Alex told him to hurry up and walked into the room. She was just about to lay down in the bed when she saw her purse open beside it, and the bottle laying just inside the pocket of it. She then remembered her promise. She looked at it with loathing, with hatred, as it meant it would ruin their blissful night. This is when the reality of it all hit. Alex knew she was destined to hurt the only man she had ever given herself completely too. In a few months she was going to stare him in the face and tell him it had all been a lie. That the nursery he had built was for nothing. Alex tore her gaze from her purse and glanced over at Walker's gun.
Alex knew she could end it all now, and then she would never have to tell him anything. At least then she would die without having to face him, without having to break his heart. Holding both the gun and the bottle of medicine Alex closed her eyes. When she opened them again she placed the gun back down on the bed, and with shaking hands opened the bottle.
Just as Alex pulled the lid off she heard the door open downstairs. Quickly she gulped down a mouthful of the ipecac and then placed the bottle back into her purse. It tasted horrible, almost making her heave before she even swallowed it, but it was as Walker came into the bedroom that the effects of it hit her, and she ran past him into the bathroom.
Walker followed, wondering what was wrong only to find Alex standing over the toilet losing all her dinner. He closed the door to give her a bit of privacy thinking it would pass in a moment, but two minutes later Alex was still heaving. Getting worried Walker opened the door again and saw Alex's knees start to buckle, sending her to the floor clutching her stomach and the toilet both while she retched.
Walker was at her side in two steps, pushing the sweat soaked hair from her brow and patting her on the back. Alex was now moaning in agony. Her stomach felt as if someone had punched her over and over, and still it lurched even though nothing was coming out any longer. Walker had since wet a washcloth and handed it to her, along with a glass of water which she sipped, big mistake. As soon as the water made its way down her throat soothing it, Alex started to heave again, bringing it back up.
Tears now coursed down her face as she silently begged God to make it stop. A few minutes later her stomach stopped contracting, but the damage was done. Alex felt as if someone had used her ribs for a punching bag. Walker helped her to her feet, and she swished her mouth out with a bit of mouthwash, making sue not to swallow any of it. Then Walker helped her to the bed, placing his gun on the nightstand.
"Don't worry Alex, I am here," he said, hoping it gave her some measure of comfort. Pushing back the covers, he crawled into the bed beside her and wrapped his arms gently around her. He rubbed her stomach but Alex drew back, flinching as he did. "What is it?"
"It feels like I have been hit by a truck."
"Don't worry. Everything will be a bit better in the morning." Walker continued to rub her stomach softly, and Alex could hear him talking to it, as if he were talking to the baby that was supposed to be inside. She waited for him to drift off before she let the tears fall. She cried for the pain she felt, and she cried for the lies she had told. But most of all she cried for not having the courage to grab Walker's gun and to end her misery.