Last time: Martha and Jack got back together. Megan overheard Tasha and Lucas talking about Martha being pregnant. Megan freaked out and went to speak to Jack; accidently blurting it out before Martha even had the chance.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Martha didn't know what to say. She didn't even know what to do. She was scared about what Jack would do when she eventually explained everything to him. She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it. She didn't know how to start.

"Well, I'm waiting," Jack snapped at her.

"I'm sorry," Martha said softly, before looking away from his gaze. She looked down at her hands; they were shaking.

"So what Megan said is true? You're pregnant?" Jack demanded.

Martha didn't say anything; she just nodded her answer. Jack spun around quickly and walked out of the bedroom. This is going to be really bad, Martha thought as she jumped up and followed him.

"How long have you known?" Jack spun around to face her.

"Just over over two months," she told him as she moved closer. She reached a hand out to touch him, but all he did was move further away from her. Martha tried hard not to show the hurt on her face.

"So how far along are you exactly?" Jack asked her.

"Thirteen weeks," she told him in a hushed voice.

"That's just over three months," Jack shook his head in disbelief. "Were you ever going to tell me?" he yelled at her.

"Of course I was. What do you think I was trying to tell you last night and just before?" Martha started to cry. "I've tried to tell you so many times, but I always lost my nerve," she continued.

Jack laughed at her sarcastically. "So instead of telling me, you go and tell Tasha and Lucas. You got my own brother to lie and keep secrets from me," he yelled again.

"I said I was sorry," Martha sobbed.

"Well, sorry doesn't cut it," Jack snarled.

Martha couldn't look at him, so she turned away. She couldn't stand the way he was looking at her. She could tell that he was disgusted in her. She couldn't blame him though. She deserved it.

"This is why you collapsed at Noah's the other week, isn't it? Because of the baby?" Jack asked.

"Yeah," Martha sniffed.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me that night at the hospital?" he then questioned her; his voice still sounding quite nasty.

"Oh gee, I don't know Jack," Martha said sarcastically. "Maybe it had something to do with the fact that your ex-girlfriend had just turned up on your doorstep the night before with your other child," she started yelling at him.

"She was not my girlfriend," Jack said through clenched teeth.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. She was just some blonde bimbo that was only good enough for one thing, right? A quick roll in the sack?" Martha exclaimed; still being sarcastic.

"Can we stop talking about Megan. This has got nothing to do with her. This is about you and me," Jack snapped.

"Whatever," Martha shot out, and turned away once again.

"No Martha, it's not 'whatever',"Jack grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. "You lied to me, you kept secrets from me. And not to mention you got my brother to lie aswell. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"Let go. You're hurting me," Martha growled at Jack. His fingers were pressing into her arm, and it was really starting to hurt.

Jack looked down and noticed that he was still grasping her arm tightly. "Sorry," he let go immediately.

"You know, I don't ever recall you getting like this towards Megan when you found out that she had kept Grace from you," Martha began. "Did you yell and scream at her?" she asked.

"Like I said before, this isn't about Megan. And besides, the circumstances are so much different," Jack said to her.

"How are they different? We both lied to you," Martha looked at him.

"You lying to me hurts so much more than Megan lying to me. And you know why? It's because I love you," Jack started. "And because of my feelings towards you, it makes it harder for me to accept that you lied to me. I never thought that you, of all people, would lie to me. Especially about something like this. I feel betrayed," he finished.

"I'm sorry," Martha told him; starting to cry again.

"You betrayed my trust," he said. He could feel the anger inside of him building up again.

Martha reached out to touch him, but he moved away from her again. "Don't touch me, please," Jack told her.

"Jack, I...," Martha started, but Jack cut her off.

"I think you should go," he said.

"No, we need to talk," Martha tried to talk to him.

"I can't talk to you right now. I'm too angry. So just leave," he snapped her.

"Fine," Martha cried. "I'm going," she told him. She spun around quickly and took off towards the door, nearly knocking Tony over on her way past. "Sorry," she sobbed, and kept going.

Jack looked at his father, who looked back at him with concern on his face.

"What's going on Jack? I was over at Beth's and I could hear yelling," Tony asked.

"Do you love Lucas?" Jack asked his father.

"Of course mate. Why?" Tony laughed.

"He's going to need your protection the next time I see him," Jack exclaimed.

Martha burst into her apartment and slammed the door behind her. She threw herself onto the couch and burst into tears.

"What's all this racket?" Alf called as he walked into the room.

Martha sat up quickly; trying to dry her eyes. "Grandad. Sorry, I didn't realise you were home," she said.

"Martha. Love, what's wrong?" he asked her as he sat down next to her on the couch.

"Nothing," she tried to smile.

"Nonsense. You've been crying and you're clearly upset. Come on, you can tell me anything," Alf said, rubbing her back.

"I don't want you to be disappointed in me," Martha sobbed.

"Why would I be? Please, just tell me what's wrong," Alf urged.

Martha looked up into his face; letting the tears stream down her cheeks. "I'm pregnant," she told him.

Alf looked at her in shock. He didn't know what to say. "Oh," he said.

"See, you're disappointed in me," Martha started to cry harder. "I'm so sorry," she said in a whispered voice.

"Hey hey, I'm not disappointed in you," Alf tried to comfort her. "I was just a bit shocked, that's all. You have no reason to be sorry," he hugged her tight.

"Yeah, but I've screwed up big time with Jack. He's so angry with me," Martha exclaimed.

"What do you mean? Why is he angry with you? He is the father isn't he?" Alf questioned.

"Of course he is," Martha sighed.

Alf let out a huge sigh of his own. "Let me get you a glass of water. I'll let you calm down a bit and then you can explain everything to me, okay?" he suggested.

Martha smiled at him. "Yeah, that would be great".

"Well, I can understand why Jack's upset. You kept it from him for quite a long time," Alf spoke after Martha had explained everything to him. "And then to have someone other than you tell him; it's pretty rough".

"Yeah, I know," Martha sighed.

"Are you feeling better now?" Alf asked.

"Yeah, heaps. It felt good to speak about it openly with you," she said.

"That's good," Alf exclaimed.

"Listen, I've been thinking," Martha started. "Maybe I should go away for awhile. I need to get away from all this. And Flynn already told me that I don't need any stress," she explained.

"Do you really think it would be a good idea to run away from all your problems?" Alf commented.

"It would only be for a couple weeks. Just so I can get my head around things," she told him.

"Where would you go?" Alf questioned.

"I could go to the city and stay with Auntie Morag. I'm sure she'd love to have me there," Martha suggested.

Alf nodded. "She would love the company," he agreed. "Would you like me to call her?"

"Yeah thanks. And you better tell her about my situation. She'll want to know why I'm so eager to visit," Martha told him.

"Sure, no problem. When can I tell her to expect you?" Alf then asked before picking up the phone.

"This afternoon," she said.

The sooner the better, Martha thought.

NEXT CHAPTER: Lucas and Jack have it out.

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