He nods. "They wanted you, Bree. They told me that I could be released as soon as I called out your name and traded my place for yours. If I refused, they would strap me to a table covered in electric wires."
"But you never did. You never gave me up. Oh, Chase! I'm so sorry! How could I say those things to you when you have done so much for me? See, those scars were supposed to be mine. They were meant for me. How could you hide them from me? How did I not notice? Do they hurt now? Chase..." I breathe.
"Not so much anymore. Mr. Davenport made a cream to help with the pain and the healing. I didn't want you to feel bad about what happened. I didn't want you to know everything I went through during those weeks. So I hid them from you." he says.
But there are so many! My tears are falling fast now and I feel so horrible! How could I do this to him? How did I not appreciate all he did for me? I reach out and touch his shoulder lightly, but draw back my hand quickly. "I'm so sorry," I tell him genuinely.
"What's done is done. It is finished now. Now we can go on with the future." he says, his voice holding a happier tone.
Which reminds me... "Chase, I have to tell you something. There is a reason I have been acting so horrible to you lately, and especially this morning. I was scared. I meant to tell you earlier, but we were fighting and the timing just wasn't right. I just found today anyway and, I've only told Tasha so far so I thought you need to know. But, Chase, I don't know how it happened; I'm pregnant."
"What? But that's impossible!" He exclaims.
"I know, but it's true. I don't know how it happened, but somehow it did." I reply, trying to remain calm.
"Bree, are you sure? I mean, sure you have been feeling a bit down lately and you haven't wanted to eat dinner with us. I just figured you didn't like Tasha's cooking. And you have been moody and emotional, but that's no reason to think that..." his eyes widen a bit, but he shakes his head quickly.
"It's just not possible." He mutters, then turns to look at me again. "You didn't base that off of some cheap test thingy, did you? Those are quite unreliable," he argues.
I almost laugh. "I took five tests and they were all positive. Besides, Chase, I know that I am pregnant. I just know. You can scan me yourself if you still don't believe me." I reply.
He sighs and places his pointer finger on his temple. His expression turns from nonchalant to very worried almost instantaneously. Then he sits down beside me again. He looks like he is in shock. "Chase, are you okay?" I ask slowly.
He jumps and looks at me with the funniest expression. "I-I-I" he stumbles.
Then his confusion turns to concern and he grabs my arms and his eyes rest on my stomach. "I didn't hurt the b-baby earlier when I was angry and pushed you did I? I'm so sorry, Bree! I never meant to hurt you! I should never have let my anger come out toward you like that. I could never forgive myself if you were hurt. Or, now, the b-baby. I didn't hurt you did I? Or it?" he asks so seriously I think he might cry.
I rub his arms comfortingly. "No, of course not. I know you would never hurt me. You didn't hurt anyone."
"Bree, how did this happen? I mean, nothing happened. So How?" he asks, seemingly soothed.
I sigh. "I don't know, Chase. I have no idea."
"Do you think, I mean, is there a possibility that it could be-" he begins.
"Don't even ask that question!" I chastise him harshly, "You would know. You know that."
"Sorry. I don't know anything anymore. Everything is crazy right now. I feel like I might go insane." he apologizes.
"Me too. I don't know how I didn't notice before." I reply, rubbing my stomach.
"I know! You are over 3 months along. You would think you would have noticed before this."
"Maybe I did notice. Maybe I was just trying to deny that this could be a possibility. But then Tasha noticed how I have been acting and everything and she gave me the tests. It still doesn't feel real. Who would have thought that only four months ago I was picking out baby names for Tasha's baby and now I have to pick out names of my own!" I say in a lighthearted voice, though my heart feels quite heavy.
Chase looks surprised. "So, you mean you plan to keep it, the b-baby?" he asks.
I give him a questioning look. "Well, I'm not going to just go and kill our child! Besides that, who knows what could happen. Who knows what affect our bionics could have on the baby and the pregnancy. I'm not going to risk it. So, for now, this is the plan. Who knows what will happen when the time comes. I might end up giving it up for adoption. Hopefully, the family won't be as crazy as ours. But it turned out pretty good for you."
He nods and takes a deep breath. "So, what do we do now?" he asks.
"I think we have to tell everybody," I reply, cringing at the thought.
"Right now?" he asks.
"Well, not over the phone. Maybe we can have a family dinner?"
"This isn't going to go over well. Especially with Adam and Mr. Davenport," he says grimly.
"I know. But it has to be done sooner or later." I reply with the same tone.
"Well, let's go and face the family." he says, opening the door.
I nod and walk out after him. I frown. This will not be good.