When Mort arrived back at the cabin he came home to an empty house and a note sitting on the table

Mort,
The doctor called, they said that they could fit me in today. I'll be home in by dinner. I love you! I hope everything went well with Chico.
Love Sarah

Mort tossed the note to the side and rolled his eyes.

"Damn doctors." He muttered as he grabbed his keys and headed out into town again.

When Sarah got home Mort was sitting, of course in front of the computer typing away again.
She tossed her purse onto the couch and curled up it in a fetal position and sighed.
Mort continued to type not noticing anything. Sarah began to cry and whispered his name desperately until she called out for him.
"Mort!" She screamed.
Mort's ears perked up, he stood up and looked down over the railing into living room and saw her laying there sobbing.
"Oh my God, Sarah." He quickly came down the stairs and kneeled before her. His hands took hold of her face bringing her blue eyes into his.
"Mort." She whispered again and continued to cry harder, her eyes shutting away from his stare.
"Baby, what happened?" He asked and let go of her face, his hand placing itself on her hip.
She collected her tears for a moment and sighed. "Mort, we lost the baby." Then she cried again.
Mort looked at her almost crushed and rubbed her hip.
"Oh my God, how?"
"I don't know, they checked me out and said that I wasn't pregnant anymore, that I was, but I lost it and that's why I was throwing up so much." She sat up and placed her head into the palm of her hands.
Amy's words rang in Mort's ears and he sighed loudly and hugged Sarah. His arms held tightly onto her and rocked her slowly.
"I'll get her." He muttered.
"What?" Sarah sniffed.
"I mean, it'll be okay. We'll take care of it." He covered up his words and kissed her forehead.
"Mort, are you mad at me?" She asked as they pulled away from each other and their eyes met.
Mort shook his head, "No, why should I be?"
"Good." She wiped her eyes and looked up at him noticing something was different about him.
"Sarah, I love you. I'm just sorry that this had to happen." He said sadly and kissed her forehead again. Her hands reached down and grabbed him, his new look bugging her.
"Mort, did you dye your hair?" She asked with a small smile.
Mort nodded, "That was out of no where, but yeah, I dyed it, blonde, do you like it?"
Sarah shrugged. "I don't mind it. Why did you dye it?"
"Needed a change. But babe, I promised my published I'd meet him for dinner in about..." He paused to look down at his watch. "10 minutes. Are you going to be okay alone?"
Sarah nodded and placed a hand in his hair. "Yeah, I think I'm just going to go take a nap."
Mort smiled slightly and kissed her softly. "Just remember that I love you and don't worry about it."

6pm Amy's

Mort pulled up to Amy's house and shut off his car hesitantly, could he really do this?
He knocked three times before she answered.
"Mort? " She shot him a strange look and smiled.
"Hello Amy..." He stood there for a second and walked in, pushing her aside.
Amy watched him make his way into the kitchen and wondered what the hell he was doing there.
"Mort, do you need something?" She asked after she closed the door and followed him.
He was sitting at the kitchen table and fiddling with his thumbs.
"Amy, I do need something." He answered softly.
Amy looked at him and rested her head on the door way. "Okay..."
"Put on some coffee Amy, we need to talk."

The two sat there with their coffee quiet, the whole time she was making it Mort didn't say a word and neither did she.
"Alright, Mort, what's up?" She finally questioned and gave him a funny look.
Mort set down his coffee and cleared his throat. This was going to be tough.
"Remember earlier when were sitting here, just like this talking about Chico?"
Amy nodded, "Yeah, why?"
"Well, I came up to a conclusion." He said and grabbed her hands across the table.
Amy looked down and their hands intertwined and replied, "Alright, and that is?"
"That is that I love you and that I need you Amy." He said slowly, almost choking on his words.
"Mort... but the other day..." She looked up at him and narrowed her eyebrows.
Mort shrugged a bit. "I felt guilty about Sarah the other day, that's why I didn't."
"Are you sure about this?" Amy asked seriously.
"More serious than the first time I made love to you." He answered and stood up.
Amy almost dropped her jaw at his words. "Mort Rainey, actually being heartfelt?"
"Amy, don't mess with me, either you feel the same or you don't."
"Of course I do." She smiled and went to stand up but he came up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Close your eyes then." He whispered and looked down at her making sure she closed them. She did.
"Keep them closed." He said and reached into his pocket and pulled out a black box. He opened it and her old wedding ring starred him in his face along with a white little pill.
"Shut tight?" He asked and looked at her again.
She nodded.
He laid the wedding ring in front of her and slipped the pill into her coffee.
It better dissolve. He thought.
"Alright love, open." He kneeled next to her and smiled.
Amy opened her eyes and gasped. "Oh my God, Mort..."
"I just want you to keep that for now, don't wear it, just keep it and think about me when you look at it and the times we've had together, I'll settle everything with Sarah in the meantime."
Amy looked up at him, her eyes peeling off of the diamond ring. "Mort kiss me."
Mort turned away and sat back down. "Let's talk for a few. I want to hear how much you love me."
Amy smiled sweetly and took a sip of her coffee.
Mort smiled to himself. Good girl.
She bored him with how much she loved him until their coffee was completely gone and he stood up to pulled her onto her feet.
"Now, you kiss me, darling." He said and wrapped his arms around her.
She did happily and kissed him lovingly.
Mort's fingers ran through her hair as they continued to kiss and they walked backwards towards her bedroom.
Amy's hands reached downward and undid Mort's pants, her fingernails gliding against his waist line.
"Mort, make love me, this time for real." She whispered as they fell on top her bed, Mort on top of her.
He forced a smile and nodded, "Anything for you Amy."
He slid his hands up her shirt slipping it up over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Amy reached up and went to kiss him but fell back down.
"Mort..." She moaned. "I- I don't feel so good."
"What's wrong baby?" He asked and laughed a little watching her body twitch.
"Mort! " She screamed as her eyes rolling back into her head. "Mort, oh my God, I can't see you... I can't see anything! "
Mort kissed her cheek and leaned his lips to her ear. "Oh Amy, Amy, Amy, you're so pathetic."
Amy laid there able to hear him but not able to respond. Her heart pounding uncontrollably and her body convulsing.
"So fucking pathetic to think that I still love you." He placed a kiss on her ear and ran his hands down her breasts.
"All you want is me inside you." He said. "And I'm sorry, you didn't even get that death wish."
Amy wheezed and moaned, unable to respond.
"Next time, well there won't be a next time, but don't talk about my baby, you were the first to fuck it up and I couldn't take it out on Sarah, so I took it out on you." He pulled away from her ear and looked at her.
"This makes a great line for my new story babe, thanks." He watched Amy gasp for air and finally fall back lifeless, her body coated in sweat from her struggle.
Mort smiled happy that it was over, stood up and looked around the room and found his belt.
"Good night darling, sweet dreams." He whispered and walked out of the bedroom.