Chapter 5

The last 5 months of Eddie and Jamie's lives had been crazy.

They'd been apart those entire 5 months, only seeing each on occasion at work.

For Eddie, the time spent apart had been refreshing. She'd been able to mentally prepare herself for the baby. She'd been able to find herself again.

For Jamie, the time spent apart had been frustrating. He just wanted things to move somewhere. By month 3, he didn't even care if they got divorced or not; he just wanted something to happen.

It was also by month 3 that the Reagan's started catching on to Jamie's lie. They realized things weren't good between Jamie and Eddie.

"So, what happened between you and Eddie?" Sean asked, as the family ate their dinner.

"Sean." Danny scolded.

"It's ok, Danny. She and I had been having problems for awhile, and we've been living apart for 3 months."

"And why is this the first time we're hearing about it?" Frank asked.

Jamie shrugged. "It was between her and I. I guess now it's not."

"Are you going to get back together?" Henry asked.

"Right now, I don't think so. Things between us are basically nonexistent."

"Well, take it from me, divorce is not what you want." Erin advised.

"At this point, I really don't even care. At least a divorce would mean we'd see each other."

"Is divorce on the table yet?" Danny asked.

"That's my point. Nothing's on the table right now. Nothing's happening. I haven't talked to her in two months. The only time we see each other is in passing at the precinct. I don't even know if I'm still going to be a father."

"What!?" They all exclaimed.

Jamie sighed, mentally cursing himself and his big mouth.

"The last time Eddie and I talked was 2 months ago. She told me she was pregnant. About 7 weeks." Jamie carefully explained.

"Jamie, she's nearly 4 months." Erin said.

"I know. It's not like I can force her to talk to me. I can't force her to let me be apart of her pregnancy."

"It's your baby too, Jamie."

"I know that Erin, but I can't do anything about it. She has to come to me when she's ready. I can't force her." And with that, Jamie got up from the table.

"Where are you going?" Frank asked, as Jamie was walking away from the dining room.

"Out." He said simply.

Jamie made his way out of the house and to his car.

After he left dinner that Sunday, he didn't go back for another 2 months.

One day, when Jamie was out at a bar, he saw an all too familiar face.

"Jamie?" Asked a voice from behind him.

Jamie turned around and saw the face that belonged to the voice.

"Dana?"

"Yeah. Wow, it's been so long. How've you been."

Opting to not get into all of the details of his life, seeing as it was falling apart, he gave a simple answer.

"I've been good. What about you?"

"I've been great. I recently opened a new practice with two close colleagues."

"Wow, that's impressive."

"Yeah, I know. So, did things ever happen between you and that pretty blonde partner of yours?" Dana asked, referring to Eddie.

"Uh, we had something for a little bit, but it didn't work out." Maybe that would turn out to be true.

"Well, is there anyone else?"

"Nope. What about you?"

"I had a thing for a few years, but it didn't work out."

"So what I'm hearing is your single. Can I buy you a drink?"

Dana sat down on the empty barstool next to Jamie.

"Sure. I'd like that."

5 drinks and 2 hours later, the old friends ended up tangled in the sheets of Jamie's hotel bed.

"Wow, that was..." Dana trailed off, at a loss for words and slightly out of breath.

"Yeah." Jamie too was out of breath. After all, that was the first time he'd had sex in 5 months. Eddie was right though, she had ruined him for life.

"I'm gonna take a shower. Would you care to join me?" Dana asked, her eyes still gleaming with arousal.

"I think I'm gonna pass. I have shift in about an hour. Maybe it would be best if you left." Jamie was starting to regret his decision.

"Ok. Well, you have my number. Just call me if you ever want a drink, or more."

Dana redressed and gathered her things. She waved one last goodbye to Jamie before leaving.

"What the hell did I do?" Jamie whispered to himself, as he slammed his head back down on the pillow.

He decided he was in no shape, physically or mentally, to go into work. He called in and then slept of all the alcohol for the next few hours.