Reunited

Chapter 4

Zoey walked into Chase's house with the key had given her the previous night. You're going to have to tell them eventually, she thought to herself. Just as she laid down her purse on the chair and the gray plaid coat that Christine had let her borrow she heard a sound from the kitchen. "Is someone here?" Zoey asked cautiously.

"It's me," Chase called from through the door, "Zoey what are you doing here? I thought you went shopping with Christine and Nicole."

"Yeah, I did but I got a little sick," Zoey said, entered the old fashioned styled kitchen where Chase was looking through some paperwork.

Chase waited for to explain a little more.

"I was trying on a dress for her wedding, I mean, uh, your wedding and I kind of passed out," Zoey shrugged it off like it was something that could happen every day. She sat across from him at the table.

"What? Are you alright?" Chase asked, worry spreading across his face.

"Of course," Zoey played with a long strand of her blonde hair.

"Than why did you faint? Are you sick?"Chase asked.

"No," Zoey shook her head. She wasn't quite ready for them all to know because she knew that they would all freak out.

"Well...okay. I guess you don't want me to know. Why don't you go lay down for awhile. I'm going to go drop a few things off at the cafe. Logan and Dana should be here in a few hours," Chase said. With that he carried a big box of supplies and walked out the door.

Zoey left the kitchen and wandered into the living room. It was a cozy house. There was shag carpet, a burgundy sofa, a big wood burning stove and two armchairs facing a mid-sized television set. Zoey settled down on the couch. It had the perfect amount of cushiness and the perfect amount of firmness, if those are even words. Zoey flipped through a magazine. She always had a hard time sleeping in the day light no matter how tired she was. The magazine was Lake Geneva Today. Zoey read it cover to cover. Everything from, "Ice Fishing: A hobby or A Way of Life?" to "What Type of Cheese Is Right For You?". It was fairly amusing but what she picked up next was even more interesting. Zoey flipped the Black, silver rimmed photo album. The first thing she opened up to was A page that read:

Chase,
Here it is, only one week from our wedding and over all the things I had to do, I scrap booked the very first moments of our lives together. I hope you like it.

Love, Christine.

Zoey flipped through the next pages. Her eyes were burning with tears, but she blinked them back. Christine was actually really pretty, she realized, as she saw a picture of the two in front of Chase's small cafe. She wanted to hate her for taking her place but she seemed so nice. Was it possible to hate and like someone at the same time? Zoey was so lost in thought that she didn't hear a knock on the door.

"Hey, Zoey!" Dana snuck up behind her and tapped her in the shoulder.

After a scream and a jump, Zoey asked breathlessly, "What are you trying to do give me a heart attack? Oh my gosh, Dana! I haven't seen or heard from you in years. Your hair is different...you're different. Oh my gosh!" Zoey hugged her. "Where's Logan? I heard you two got married."

Dana shrugged, "He's getting the baby out of the car."

Before Zoey could say anything, Logan walked into the house, Snowflakes littering his curly, light brown hair, clutching a baby carrier.

"Baby?" Zoey asked.

Dana lifted the child wrapped in a pink blanket out and held her to her chest, "Her name is Grace."

"Let me see," Zoey said softly. She reached her hands toward the small bundle of warmth.

"Sure, "Dana placed her daughter gently in Zoey's arms. The child didn't stir.

"How old is she?" Zoey whispered.

"About two months old," Logan said.

"Wow." Zoey stared at the baby's tiny little fingers in awe.

"Oh, Logan will you go get the diaper bag?" Dana asked.

"I'm not going back out there. It's freezing!" Logan exclaimed.

"Oh just do it," Dana pushed him toward the door.

"Fine."

"So when did you guys get married?" Zoey asked.

"A year ago next month. No one told you?" Dana asked.

"No one tells me anything."

"You were hard to reach," Dana said.

"I know. I missed a lot. Way too much. Lola's about to have a baby, You and Logan are married with a kid, Quinn moved to Argentina, Chase getting married." Zoey started to cry and laid the sleeping baby back in her carrier.

Dana stared at her. She had never seen Zoey like this. Just as she was about to say something Zoey continued.

"And now I'm husband less, homeless, and Two and a half months pregnant," Zoey blurted out.

"Wait, what?" Dana stopped her. "What happened?"

Zoey groaned, "I don't even want to talk about it. I just can't deal with this." The small tears turned to sobs.

"Zoey tell me what happened, "Dana demanded.

"Ryan cheated on me with my boss. He kicked me out. She fired me and three months later I find out I'm pregnant because three months ago we were planning on having a child together. Now I'm doing it alone and I hoped, just hoped that Chase could help me. But how can I ask him to help me when he's getting married in what? Three days?" Zoey said through small gasps of breath.

"Oh my Gosh Zoe, you're having a baby? All by yourself?" Dana hugged her friend.

"Yes. And please don't tell the others," Zoey said. "At least not yet."

"I promise. I can keep a secret unlike Nicole," Dana replied, "So what are you going to do? Where are you staying?"

"I don't know. The studio isn't going to cut it but I don't want to move back in with my parents," Zoey shrugged.

"Well, you can always come stay with us in Colorado until you get back on your feet," Dana offered.

"She can?" Logan walked through the door, the diaper bag in his hand.

Dana and Zoey looked at each other.

"Why would Zoey need to stay with us?" Logan asked again.

"You didn't hear that," Dana told him. She quickly changed the subject. "Where's our room Zoey?"

"Upstairs the third bedroom on the left," Zoey said, silently thanking her for not saying anything.

"We'll get settled in. Meanwhile can you watch Grace?" Logan asked.

"Sure," Zoey replied. Logan and Dana already started to bicker as they carried their luggage up the stairs. Zoey stared at the little bindle of pink. In six and a half months she would have one of those. A baby. She always wanted kids but she never wanted to do it alone.

A/N: So...review please. I love all of you guys and your lovely reviews!