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Summary: John has been sentenced to two consecutive life terms in prison and away from the woman he loves. Trish is adapting to life without John, trying to stay strong for the sake of their newfound love. Can they survive the ultimate test to their relationship, one that neither of them expects or is prepared to fight?

Advisory: This chapter may contain scenes that may offend some readers. If you are in that majority then please pass over this chapter. Read at your own risk.

Authors Note: Counting this one there will be four more chapters of this story. The next installment, the third and final story in the trilogy will begin shortly after all reviews and comments from the last chapter of this one have been received. So basically the same day. Thank you for your loyalty to me and this series of fictions. It means a lot to me.

Give me something,
To believe in
Tell me: It's not all in my head

"911 what is your emergency?" the operator murmured as Trish tried to push her voice through the painful contraction that was taking hold of her.

"My water just broke, I'm pregnant with twins..." she forced out, aching to scream but containing herself just enough and concentrating on her breathing.

"How far apart are the contractions?"

"About two minutes apart now, they are coming and--" she broke off trying to catch her breath as it seemed another one was about to hit, harder and fiercer then the first. "they aren't waiting!" she finished breathing deeply into the receiver.

"Medical attention is on the way ma'am. Just stay with me and work with me as I walk you through it." the operator said, her voice staying calm where Trish could not. Thoughts of the babies coming before the ambulance could get to her ran rampant through her mind, worries about John not being there and having been pushed away forcing themselves to the back burner.

"Is there anyone there with you ma'am? Someone I can speak with who can get items from the home to help you?"

Taking a deep breath she answered, all the while tears streaming down her face, for the lack of support she had in this trying time and fear that she might just lose both of these precious babies before anyone could help her. "No, I am all alone."

"You're strong honey we can get through this together until help arrives. Just keep breathing like they taught you in Lamaze training and I will guide you through whatever it takes."

She wanted to thank the operator, to give her credit for remaining calm when she just couldn't think straight let alone remain anything. She wanted to do a lot of things but in that moment was too scared to admit to any of them.

Why had she let John push her away? Why hadn't she pushed back with all her might until he had no choice but to deal with the pain she may have caused him and stay in her life? Why was she here alone right now having these babies while he was God knows where with God knows who?

"Are you still there ma'am?" the operator interrupted, Trish thankful for the distraction from the downward spiral her thoughts were now taking.

In the distance she could hear the sound of sirens and the longer she listened she was sure she heard them coming closer. She closed her eyes and tried hard not to push, knowing full well that pushing too early could cause damage that she did not want.

"I'm—here.." she managed to get out before the wave of another sickening contraction hit her. It was then that the world seemed to go black around her and she fell back against the wood of her floor.

The phone fell from her hand then and the receiver knocked onto the floor with a sickening crash, one that was reminiscent of the time Jeff had beaten her on this very same floor. The operator continued to call through the phone and not getting a response, put a call out to the ambulance which was now coming up her drive. This was now more then just a birth they had to worry about, this woman could most likely have passed out and seriously hurt herself.

The phone rang in the darkness of the apartment, bringing him out of the dream state he had entered and making him jump in attention. The light from the phone at the other end of the room was brightly lit, someone obviously trying to reach him, no matter what time of night it seemed to be.

He had turned off all the lights and had laid down, the bottle beside him in the darkness of night and had cried himself in his drunkenness to sleep. He stood now, tipsy at best and made his way slowly to the phone, willing whoever it was on the other end not to hang up before he got there.

"Hullo?" he said, the alcohol slurring his words and him finding himself no longer caring.

"John it's Shawn. You need to get to the airport now."

Did he say airport? Just who in their right mind at this hour of night would want him to catch a plane? It wasn't like he worked for the WWE anymore, after what had happened with the accident and all.

"Whys that?" he slurred. A smile cracking on his face at the sound of his own voice.

"Trish is hurt man, and the babies are on the way as well."

After a few minutes of letting the words sink in he spoke again, but this time what he had to say did not make him smile. Instead it made him feel sick to his stomach.

"She cheated on me man, when I couldn't even be there with her. So she can call Jeff and they can have the babies together. I don't care anymore."

He was ready to hang up when he heard Shawn screaming through the phone at him. Not wanting the headache that was sure to appear after Shawn was through saying whatever it was he needed to say, he almost hung up on him but something kept him there to listen.

"John are you drunk? You selfish son of a bitch! It would serve you right if I called Jeff right now and he made it there to be with her because that would mean he genuinely changed and cared about her. But you, you're nothing but a drunk bastard. She deserves better and I'm going to make sure she knows it. But man, if she dies, its on your head."

Shawn hung up on him then with such a loud boom that John had to back away from the ear piece to keep from losing what was left of his hearing. He was right of course, in drinking this way, going back to the way that he had been before Trish had come along, he was only serving his own selfish needs. Instead of pushing away the woman he loved because of an innocent mistake on her part while he had been put away behind bars, he should have tried to move past it and be there for her and his babies.

His heart hurt at the thought of them coming into this world alone so he did the only thing he could think of and he picked up the phone again and dialed the nearest cab company. When he finally got someone on the line he placed the order and hung up.

When he grabbed the items he needed for the trip, throwing the empty liquor bottle in the trash with the rest of his life it seemed, he ran out the door. He had to get to Trish and he had to make her see that he forgave her and only hope that he had enough time left to see his children before she threw him right back out of her life all over again.