2 weeks Later:

Sasha grimaced as she watched Bayley continue to be sick, her head leaning over the toilet bowl as what little she put into her body seemingly came back up. Sasha continued to hold her hair back, rubbing circles on her back.

Bayley moaned and whimpered, flushing the toilet before leaning her head against the toilet seat. Sasha gently eased her friend's limp body against her, placing a cool cloth against her forehead.

"What's going on, honey? This is the third day in a row you've been getting sick…." whispered Sasha, placing a gentle kiss to her friend's hair.

"I don't know. I'm not running a fever. I don't feel sick. I've just been randomly feeling nauseous lately," whispered Bayley, closing her eyes.

She felt like she couldn't catch a break. She was finally, slowly, starting to get her life back. It had been six weeks since that night that she'd been raped. It had been six weeks since she'd wrestled. It had six weeks of living out a constant nightmare. And things were slowly starting to go back to normal again….

She was eating again. She was sleeping on her own most nights, only occasionally still waking up from nightmares of that night. She was leaving the house more, smiling a little more….the therapy that she'd been going to regularly was working and helping. Her friends were helping….everything was slowly falling back into place….

And now she was throwing up every single day for no reason at all.

Just as she had started to begin thinking about the possibility of trying to go back to work….

The knock on the bathroom door snapped Bayley out of her thoughts, lifting her head just enough to see Charlotte standing at the doorway.

"Hey, hun. What's going on? You sick again?" asked Charlotte, walking in and kneeling down next to Sasha and Bayley. Bayley shrugged, letting out a deep breath. "I'm okay now," she muttered, lifting herself up from Sasha's arms. "I think I'm gonna go lay down for a few minutes. I'm kind of tired," she whispered, Charlotte rubbing her arm as she exited the bathroom.

Sasha sighed, lifting herself up as well before sharing a glance with Charlotte, heading out the door and into the living room. Charlotte followed closely behind.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Charlotte, allowing herself to fall onto the couch.

"No."

"Sasha…."

"No. No. No. I'm not thinking that. I'm not. She's not. End of story," said Sasha, as if simply saying it would will it into existence.

"It's a possibility."

Sasha groaned loudly, slamming her fist into one of the pillows lying innocently on the couch. "NO! It is not a possibility!" she yelled, lowering her voice as she realized that Bayley could probably hear her. "It is not a possibility. I refuse to believe that that bastard did even more to her. He already fucking took everything she had! There is no way he fucking impregnated her too!"

And Charlotte frowned when she noticed the tears glistening in Sasha's eyes as she finished, the way her voice had started to hitch at the mere mention of the word. And she wondered if Bayley was wondering about the possibility as well, if it had even crossed her mind yet….

"Hey, it's okay. She might not be. Maybe it's just a bug or something. But…..it is a possibility….throwing up, no fever, it's coincidently been 6 weeks, which is normally the time when-

"Don't even say it," muttered Sasha, throwing herself back against the couch. As if Bayley hadn't already been through enough. As if being raped wasn't enough. Now she was facing the possibility of being pregnant with her rapist's child?!

Charlotte let out a deep sigh, sitting down next to Sasha. "Do you think she's thought about it?"

"No. No way it's crossed her mind….yet," whispered Sasha, rubbing her hand over her face, fatigue suddenly setting in as she continued to think about the horrendous possibility.

"Should we tell her?"

"Do we have to?"

"We got a letter from Dave's lawyer. We need to get our lawyers on board with why we fired him."

Hunter snorted, putting his feet up on his desk as Stephanie approached, reaching over and taking the letter from her hand. "If they want to continue being our lawyer, then we won't need to "get them on board." They'll just understand."
Stephanie shrugged. "True. But, Dave did have a good point. We don't have any proof of what he did. I talked to Bayley last week. She never went to the hospital, never got a rape kit. We have no evidence saying that he raped her that night."

"Steph, you can't be serious. Are you saying we acted impulsively?!" cried Hunter, frowning at even the thought.

"No. We know he did it. I believe Bayley 110 percent. No doubt in my mind. But we fired him for something we have no proof over. I'm thinking about this from a legal standpoint. We just need something if he decides to contest being fired."

"So you're saying we need Bayley," said Hunter softly, sadness filling his heart as he thought about the younger woman. She had been through so much. Both he and Steph had spoken to her last week. She had called them, given them an update, even discussed the possibility of coming back sometime in the near future….she had come a long way from that terrified woman in his office only a month ago…. But he doubted she was ready to face her rapist in court. Who could ever be ready for that?

"Well, it hasn't happened yet. The letter is just asking for a justification right now. Nothing's being contested. I'm just saying….if it does get to that…."

Her voice drifted off, both she and her husband knowing exactly what would happen if that ended up being the case. They would have to go to court. And more likely than not, Bayley would have to testify.

Something neither of them wanted to put her through.

"Becca?"

Bayley's voice was quiet as she entered her friend's room, Becky looking up from the book she was currently reading. She frowned as she noticed the tears in her friend's eyes.

"Hey, Bay….what's wrong, honey?" whispered Becky, patting the bed for Bayley to come sit next to her, an offer she easily accepted. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Bayley shook her head, looking down at her fidgeting hands. "No…"

It wasn't that late, only about 10pm, but both Charlotte and Sasha were the early to bed, early to rise type while Becky and Bayley had always been night owls. It was how she had known her friend would still be awake.

"What is it, honey? Talk to me," whispered Becky, her fingers reaching out to stroke her friend's cheek, lifting Bayley's gaze to meet her own.

"I….I've just been thinking a lot about…..about how I've been getting sick the last few days and….."

Her voice drifted off, Becky continuing to keep some form of physical contact with her friend, waiting patiently for her to to finish. She knew she'd gotten sick a couple times the last couple days, but she hadn't really thought much about it. She was eating normally now and so Becky just figured it was her body not being used to that amount of food, even if the amount she was eating was the right amount.

"What about it, Baylz? Is it just the anxiety still, or eating again…"

Bayley swallowed hard, shaking her head, tears now falling freely down her face as she tried to hold back a sob, failing miserably as she looked up at her friend, Becky wiping a trail of tears with her thumb.

"Will you come with me, Bex? To like a drug store or something? Tonight?" asked Bayley, trying to keep the panic that was threatening to rise at bay, failing miserably.

Becky frowned at the request, confused. "Bayley, what's going on? Why do you want to go to a drug store right now, baby girl?"

Bayley choked on a sob, whimpering slightly. "For a pregnancy test," she managed, before breaking down completely.