Chapter 7:

Revealed

Emmy's P.O.V

I wiped the drops of water from my hair with a towel as I walked back into my bedroom. After our little lovemaking session, Jonathan went right back to studying and I got my shower. I wasn't sure how many assignments he had to have finished before classes started back up but I knew there were several of them. Speaking of which, I needed to finish some of my own projects.

"I hope no one heard us." I commented, knowing we hadn't been the quietest.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much. Even if they did hear us they won't say anything." Jonathan replied without looking up from his book.

"Two words….Grandma Marge." I stated. Jonathan stopped what he was doing.

"Yeah she probably would." He nodded, glancing over to me for a moment before going back to his homework.

I watched him for a moment before heading back into the bathroom to finish getting ready for dinner. I wondered how things would be tonight. I knew my mother wouldn't tell my dad I was married and pregnant…well not while I'm here, at least. He would find out eventually but I was determined not to be around when he did find out.

{Flashback}

I was in my dorm room back at the University of Iowa when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly got off my bed and opened the door to reveal my father.

"Hey dad!" I greeted him with a smile.

"What's this I hear about you switching your major and going into psychology?" My father questioned as he walked into the room.

"Yes. Dad it's a fascinating subject, I'm learning so much about…." I started to say happily when my father grabbed my arm and shoved me backwards into the wall.

"I don't care. I'm not going to let my daughter waste her time on something she's never going to use." He harshly said.

"I could get a decent job in psychology after I finish the mastery program." I told him.

"The only reason you are here is so you can learn the basic business skills of agriculture and practice your violin. Anything else is unimportant."

"But I enjoy it…"

"Its pointless, some people think right and others are nuts that's all you need to know."

"There's so much more to it than just that…" I tried to tell him but he wouldn't hear it and he threw me back this time hitting the floor.

"Now, I want you to go back to your academic councilor and switch your major back. I need you on the farm. I…I'll see you this weekend." My father slightly stuttered before leaving my dorm.

{End of Flashback}

It had been almost four years since that day. I had debated about going into Agriculture to make my dad happy. I knew, as much as I loved farming, I would never be completely happy doing it for the rest of my life.

Psychology had brought out a bit of a rebellion in me, at least in my parents' mind. It didn't matter what I said or did to try to show them why I found it fascinating. They always just brushed it off or whenever I would talk about it with my dad he would get rough with me. I was lucky my dad was busy in the cornfield when I saw him. Otherwise I may have come in with a black eye and I didn't want to have to explain that to Jonathan. He had his secrets; I didn't want to have to tell him mine.

I walked back into my room when there was a knock on the door.

"Emmy I know you two are getting it on in there, but it's time for dinner." Grandma Marge called through the door. Jonathan looked up from his book as I looked over to him.

"I think she heard." He said, setting the book aside.

"I think so."

When we emerged from the room Grandma Marge was standing outside the door. She patted my back.

"That's my girl!" She complimented.

"Grandma!" I exclaimed, trying to get her to be quiet while Jonathan smirked.

We made our way down to the kitchen where my parents, brothers and Tommy Barnes were waiting for us.

"Emmy, you remember Tommy Barnes." My dad said pushing Jonathan away from me as he motioned for Tommy to come over.

"Hi Tommy." I said to the blonde haired boy in front of me. I remembered him from school as it was hard to forget the barefoot hick. He was super smart when it came to farming…..but the poor guy had no common sense when it came to anything else.

"Hi Emmy. It's been a long time. You're still purttier than a potbellied pig." Tommy smiled; I'm sure trying to come up with the best compliment he could think of.

"Uh…..Thanks." I answered shaking his hand. He seemed pretty proud of himself and walked back over to the table with my dad.

"Please tell me that's not an actual compliment here." Jonathan whispered to me, putting his hand on my back as we joined the family at the table.

"It's not, he's just trying to be nice." I told him.

Once everyone was sitting conversations throughout the table began. Tommy tried to reminisce high school with me. He was telling Jonathan anything he happened to remember about me.

Most farmers weren't this dumb, many of them were really smart, so aside being a sweet guy, I didn't understand why my dad wanted me to marry this particular guy. I felt bad as Tommy happily chatted away. I didn't mind being his friend, but I never really felt or saw him as anything other than that.

When dinner finished the family went out on the porch to enjoy a fresh cherry pie and the cool crystal evening. I loved this about Iowa, I loved sitting on the front porch watching the breeze brush through the corn stalks. It was so relaxing.

Tommy had left and Jonathan and I were getting ready to walk back into the house when I heard a woman's voice coming from the road.

"Emmy." She shouted out waving at me. I smiled and waved, recognizing her immediately. Once she reached the house she jumped off her horse and gave me a hug.

"Mae-Lynne!" I happily greeted her as the hug ended. Mae-Lynne had been my best friend throughout high school. It was so good to see her. I turned back to see Jonathan studying us quietly.

"Mae-Lynne, I'd like you to meet Jonathan. Jonathan this is Mae-Lynne, my best friend." I said introducing the two. Jonathan nodded to her but his attention turned back to me.

"So you must be the lucky guy who got Emmy to settle down and start a family?" Mae-Lynne asked Jonathan with a smile.

Jonathan's P.O.V

"Excuse me?" I asked her confused. Emmy said only her mother knew about us and she had never mentioned this Mae-Lynne person before.

"Emmy's mom told my mom that you two got married and are having a baby in August or September. I'm so happy for you Emmy." Mae-Lynne explained. Emmy looked shocked and went to say something but was interrupted by her father's voice.

"What did you say?" Mr. Dawson said coming down the stairs over to us. I watched hoping to see exactly what kind of relationship Emmy had with her father. I wanted to know why she didn't want to tell him anything and I wanted to see how she would handle this situation. The color drained from Emmy's face as she looked at her father shocked.

"You hadn't told him yet?" Mae-Lynne asked Emmy. Emmy shook her head.

"I am so sorry." Mae-Lynne apologized as Emmy put her hand up and gave her a bit of a smile.

"You're pregnant?" Mr. Dawson shouted standing about a foot away from Emmy. Emmy looked to the ground avoiding his eyes as she nodded.

"Yes." She answered looking up at him now.

"And you married this guy?" Mr. Dawson hissed before he nodded to me.

"Yes." Emmy simply replied.

"Why because he's going to be a big fancy rich doctor?" Mr. Dawson yelled.

"That has nothing to do with this." Emmy calmly stated.

"Were you going to tell me?"

"No."

"So you were going to let me continue to make an idiot out of myself by trying to set you up with more suitable men?"

"Jonathan is a fine man."

"First you go off to college, then you change your degree and now this? I don't even know you anymore." Mr. Dawson growled.

"I have tried to include you in my life. I found a subject that I love and I wanted you to be a part of the journey with me. You pushed me away." Emmy firmly said. I listened closely, hoping to learn exactly what caused this falling out. Mr. Dawson watched her with a look of disgust.

"There is nothing wrong with me pursing my own life and I had every right to….." Emmy started to say when her father grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her to the ground. I quickly made my way to Emmy and stood between her and her father. I wanted to know what caused this but I wasn't about to endanger my unborn child for it.

"That's enough." I said calmly. Mr. Dawson's eyes filled with hatred as he looked between me and his daughter.

"You had no right to tear this family apart. Get your things and get out." Mr. Dawson hissed.

"What?" Emmy asked.

"Get your things and get out. I don't have a daughter…..not anymore."

Emmy's P.O.V

"What?" I asked my father.

"Get your things and get out. I don't have a daughter…not anymore." He said giving me one last look before walking away. I stood up and took a few steps towards him.

"If I leave here tonight… like this…I'm not coming back." I told him. My father stopped a moment but then kept walking letting me know he didn't want me to come back.

I held the tears in as Jonathan and I quickly packed up our things and walked out of the door. My mother gave me a quick hug as my brother Karl pulled Jonathan off to the side. I couldn't hear the conversation between them but at this point I didn't care. I just wanted to get out of here.

I walked up to Karl and Jonathan.

"Do you mind driving?" I asked Jonathan knowing I wasn't in the best state of mind to drive. He nodded and took the keys from me. Once things were packed in the car, we drove off. I watched the farm I had grown up on and loved, slowly disappear into the sunset sky.

We were a couple cities over when Jonathan finally pulled into a hotel parking lot.

"Is this alright?" he questioned. I looked up at the building and nodded. I didn't want to say anything to him. I didn't blame him for this, it was completely my fault. I didn't want to talk to him at the moment either though as I tried to sort out what had happened.

Once in our newly acquired hotel room, I sat on the bed. Unable to hold my tears in, I pulled my knees to my chest and started to cry.

Jonathan's P.O.V

I had just put my suitcase on the bench next to the bed when I heard Emmy let out a lite sob. I turned to her realizing she was crying but trying to hide it. She hadn't said a word to me since we left the farm and I wasn't sure if trying to comfort her would help or make it worse. I also wasn't sure how much of it was pregnancy hormones. She had held her own pretty strongly out there without getting emotional until now.

Not wanting to listen to the crying all night and hoping this would be a better opportunity to get into her head, I walked up to her and sat on the bed next to her. Her body stiffened at my presence. I put my hand on hers. She looked at our hands for a moment. Within a few minutes she had managed to stop the tears.

Her eyes looked up at mine for a moment before turning a way. She wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to smile at me.

"I'm sorry." she whispered, "it must be the pregnancy hormones."

Emmy's P.O.V

I felt embarrassed as Jonathan watched me closely. I tried to smile as I wiped away the tears.

"I'm sorry. It must be the pregnancy hormones." I whispered.

"Don't worry about it. Do what you need to do." He stated. I nodded and looked away from him.

"I've been trying for four years to get him to understand me. If its not farming or marrying someone of his choosing he doesn't want to hear it." I tried to explain.

"Some people just can't handle change." Jonathan commented. I nodded remembering that lesson back in school.

"Are you going to be alright?" He asked. I nodded.

"I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. Its why I didn't want to tell him." I explained. "I just want to get back to Gotham and move on."

"Our plane leaves in three days, then things can get back to normal." He told me. I nodded, I didn't want to wait that long but he had already spent the money for our tickets and it was only three days.

"I have a doctor's appointment on Monday. I can't wait to hear this little ones heartbeat again." I smiled, changing the subject. He gave me one of his half smiles and gently put his hand on my stomach. I watched him as he looked down where our little one was developing.

"Would you rather have a girl or a boy?" I questioned.

"Just a healthy baby." He answered.

"Five more weeks until we find out." I reminded him. "Then we'll be halfway through the pregnancy."

"Then we can start getting ready for his arrival." He stated.

"His?" I inquired.

"It's just a guess, it means nothing." Jonathan quickly said. I nodded, I had a feeling it was a boy to but didn't say anything. I was sad this chapter of my life was over but with Jonathan and the baby a new one was starting. I could only hope it would end happier.

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Author's Note: There's chapter seven. I hope you all enjoyed it. Thanks to those who are following and favoring my story. Thanks to Push to Shove for reviewing. Please leave a review if you have a moment. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Thanks!-Lin