April 7th

Part 2

Sections: 3/??

Disclaimer: I own no one!
A/N- Evie, my Beta, thanks a ton.

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Joanne found herself hunched over the wire can, vomiting. Grasping the sides, she looked up at Maureen, who was holding her hair back. As she began to vomit again, she couldn't believe how nauseous she had been in the past few weeks.

"You're going to be fine," Maureen murmured, rubbing gentle circles around her back. "I know you feel icky, but just think of what you're getting in the end," Joanne sniffled.

Leaning on Maureen, Joanne struggled to move. She still felt so sick. How could she really do this for the next few months?

Maureen deposited Joanne on a bench, and went above ground for a few minutes. It took all of the pregnant woman's willpower not to curl up on the bench. She loved Maureen and wanted to be there for her on this important day, but right now, she just wanted to be in bed.

"Try this," Maureen appeared by her side. She handed a bottle to Joanne. Lifting the cold bottle to her lips, Joanne took a long sip. Lemonade? "Sour things always calmed my pregnant tummy." She laughed. "Can you imagine Mark, Roger and Collins on the street in the middle of the night trying to find lemonade?" Joanne shook her head. "They did," Joanne noticed Maureen wince.

"What?"

"Nothing," Suddenly, her eyes that moments before had been so lively were once again blank and full of pain. "It's nothing,"

Joanne was worried. Was Maureen acting worse this year? Why? What was going on her in head?

The train rumbled to a stop. Looking up, Joanne silently asked her lover for help. The slightest movement was liable to make her vomit all over the train car. Maureen hoisted her up, and moved her into the car. Setting her in a seat across from the window, Maureen then sat next to Joanne.

Facing a window, Joanne stared at the graffiti covered walls. Focusing on one particular image, she tried to keep her stomach.

Also, she wanted answers.

Apparently, Maureen had a daughter, Norah Juliet, who lived only four hours. What had she died of? Why was this a big secret? Had Mark not been the father? Could it have been Collins? What was the secret?

"You'll get your answers," Maureen murmured. "Keep reading,"

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