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"What do you mean, 'Bridgette's in labor'?!"

"Um, what do you think?"

"But she's a month early!"

"I'm not a doctor, babe! All I know is that her and Geoff are on their way to the hospital... or, at least on the way to their apartment."

Courtney sighed. She was currently at her job, trying not to scream. She had recently gotten back from her lunch break, where she had lunch with Bridgette, Geoff, and Duncan. She had seen them maybe one hour before the phone call. Bridgette didn't seem like she was having contractions or was going through labor. She glanced at the clock, which read 3:20. "I don't know when I can meet them at the hospital," she softly said.

"Just ask your boss? Unless you're super busy..."

"We really haven't been busy today," she murmured. Suddenly, her work phone started beeping. She looked down at saw that her boss was calling her. "Duncan, hold on, I need to switch lines. My boss is calling."

"Just call me whenever things get figured out."

"Alright. Bye."

"Bye."

She immediately switched lines and said, "Yes, David?"

"I wasn't trying to snoop into your conversation, but from what I could hear, I guess someone you know is in labor?"

She sighed. She didn't mean to be so loud, but the news truly shocked her. "I'm sorry if I was a bit loud, but yes. My best friend is in labor with her first child."

"Were you going to ask if you could go?"

"I wasn't sure if I could... I mean, who knows what the afternoon could bring..."

David laughed. "Ah. Well, it's almost 3:30. We haven't been busy all day, and I'm sure we won't be before the day is up. Why don't you go out and meet your friend at the hospital? I'm sure we can handle whatever comes our way."

She smiled, already turning off her computer and organizing her desk slightly. "Thank you so much, David."

"Sure thing. You have a good weekend."

"You, too. Bye." She hung up the phone and quickly grabbed her purse and jacket before heading out the door. She dialed Duncan's number and said as soon as he answered, "I'm heading to the hospital."

"Oh, good. I'm about to hitch a ride with Geoff and Bridgette."

"Really?" she asked, getting into her car.

"They offered. Something about me keeping Bridgette calm while Geoff drives."

"Why don't you drive?"

"Geoff doesn't trust me driving his car."

She was about to question Geoff's decision when the answer hit her. "Oh. I get it."

"Enlighten me."

"It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's just that he wants to be the one that gets Bridgette to the hospital safely."

"Ooh. Well, they're here. See you at the hospital."

"Toronto Central, right?"

"Bingo."

"Alright. See you later."

"Bye."

She started her car and and began driving towards the hospital. She anxiously tapped at her steering wheel. Questions kept popping to her head: How long had Bridgette been feeling contractions, if she had been feeling them all day? Had her water broken yet? She wasn't worried about staying the night. Thankfully, it was Friday, so she was able to stay the whole weekend. She encountered a bit of traffic, but was still expecting to get to the hospital before them. She drove into the parking lot and quickly got out of her car.

"Oh, Courtney! Thank goodness you're here!"

Courtney turned around and saw a tearful Bridgette walking towards her. "What's wrong?" Courtney asked as she hugged her best friend.

"I thought these were those fake contractions, and they weren't really bothering me, so I didn't really pay attention to them..." Bridgette let out a shaky shudder as she held onto her best friend. "But they got more intense and they really started to hurt..."

"How about we go inside and get you and the baby checked out?" Courtney asked, rubbing Bridgette's back.

Bridgette nodded and kept an arm wrapped around Courtney as the four of them walked inside. Geoff checked himself and Bridgette in at the front desk, and the four of them were directed to the fifth floor to room 516. Courtney and Duncan got themself something to drink while the doctor checked on Bridgette.

"You know what'll be funny?" Courtney asked.

"Hmm?"

"If the baby is born tomorrow, you two will share the same birthday."

Duncan quickly opened his phone, checking the date. "Oh, my God, my birthday is tomorrow."

Courtney laughed. "You forgot your own birthday."

"Oh, it's not THAT important..."

"True. Now, if you were actually born on February 29th..." She giggled when he rolled her eyes. "Of course your birthday is important."

"Whatever. So how was work today?"

"Boring. Nobody really needed their lawyers today." She shrugged, wrapping her arm around his torso. "You ready to head back in there?"

"Not really." He chuckled when she slapped his back. "But we might as well head in there."

"You're such a great friend," Courtney muttered, walking back towards Bridgette and Geoff's room.

"So what's the plan, Malibu?" Duncan asked, standing at the end of Bridgette's bed. "You going for the epidural, or are you going au natural?"

"I couldn't hear you," Bridgette said, intensely glaring at Duncan. "Why don't you come closer?"

"Oh, I'm good down here," Duncan said, smirking.

"What did the doctor say?" Courtney asked, sitting down in the chair next to Bridgette's bed.

"He said it's okay that I'm in labor now," Bridgette explained. "The baby's okay, and I'm doing okay... for now. These contractions are starting to bug me."

"Where's Geoff?" Courtney asked, looking around. Duncan, stunned, also looked around.

Bridgette informed them, "He's out getting a few things. He'll be back in a few minutes." She smiled and asked, "Have the two of you thought anymore about your wedding?"

"Not really," Courtney muttered.

"We're not rushing anything," Duncan said, shrugging.

"Your wedding is in..." The forgetfullness of Bridgette's pregnancy kicked in once more as she sat there and calculated the time in her head. "Your wedding is in three and a half months. There's so much to plan, I'm surprised the two of you haven't started yet..."

Courtney suddenly felt overwhelmed. Her and Duncan had been getting the same talk from both of their parents and other relatives and friends. She assumed he just blew it off, as he mostly ignored them now if they began to hassle them. She knew how much they had to plan, and they did try to do it, but she always felt a bit weird planning a wedding.

"Courtney?" Bridgette asked, slightly worried.

"What?" Courtney asked. She saw that Duncan and Bridgette were starting at her a bit weirdly. "Sorry... Spaced out for a second..."

"I was saying that Geoff and I could always help you out," Bridgette said.

Courtney shook her head, smiling at her best friend. "Don't worry about it, Bridge. You and Geoff will be incredibly busy with the baby. Plus, we'll figure it out."

Bridgette smiled before shutting her eyes, her face turning into a grimace. Courtney reached over and grabbed her friends hand. She could feel Bridgette squeezing her hand as, what she guessed was a contraction, hit her. Seconds later, Bridgette let go of Courtney's hand. "Where the hell is Geoff?" she murmured.

"You want me to call him?" Duncan asked.

"If you don't mind," Bridgette said, leaning back into her pillow and shutting her eyes. Duncan nodded and stepped out of the room.

"How far along are you?" Courtney asked.

"Three centimeters." Bridgette sighed, softly rubbing the top of her stomach. She looked over at Courtney and said, "Can I ask you something?" When Courtney nodded, Bridgette said, "I want to ask you..." She paused, tears forming in her eyes. Before Courtney could question her, Bridgette continued, "Will you and Duncan be our baby's Godparents?"

Courtney's eyes widened, shocked. "Of course!" she said, smiling happily. She leaned forward and hugged Bridgette, who returned the hug. "So what made you wait to ask us until now?" she asked, sitting back into her seat.

"Geoff and I actually didn't think about this until the other day, when my parents brought it up," Bridgette explained. "It just slipped out of our mouthes, your's and Duncan's names. We talked about it later, and..." She shrugged. "It seemed like a natural decision. I know if anything happened to us, I'd want you two to be the ones to watch after our baby."

Courtney smiled, the tears brimming her eyes. "I would be honored, Bridge."

Bridgette smiled. "Good. Do you think Duncan will be cool with this?"

"He has no choice," Courtney said. Her face was serious for a few moments before she let out a few giggles.

Bridgette also giggled. Suddenly, the door opened and a frantic Geoff walked in, followed by a nonchalant Duncan. "Where the hell have you been?" she asked Geoff.

"I got you something," Geoff said, pulling a stuffed bear from a bag and handing it to Bridgette.

His wife smiled, gingerly holding the bear. "That's so sweet," she said, smiling at her husband. "But where all did you go?"

"The gift shop." When Bridgette curiously stared at him, he said, "There was a lot of stuff in there, Bridge. I didn't know what to get you."

Bridgette smiled. "Aww."

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Courtney and Duncan were out in the lobby. It was a little after 2:30AM. Bridgette only wanted her, Geoff, and the doctor and nurses in the room when she delivered her baby. Courtney didn't mind as long as she was at the hospital when it happened. They were both on a bench, with her sitting on it and Duncan sprawled across it. His head was laying on her lap, as he was passed out. Her hand was being held by Duncan, for he told her, "If I can't hold a part of you while sleeping, then I won't have a good night's sleep".

She didn't bother to tell him they probably wouldn't be sleeping well that night, anyway. He passed out pretty quickly once getting "comfortable". He could stay up pretty late if he wanted to, but he was usually in bed by Midnight or 1AM. She stayed up late plenty of times. Homework, projects, exams, and plenty of other things in both high school and college had her staying up most of the night, if not all of the night. When they moved in together when she started college, he often stayed up with her during the nights. He wasn't always awake, but if she needed help with something, and if he was able to help her, he would definitely assist her. Before she met and dated him, she was very independent, always doing things by herself, and doing them her way. Once she let her walls down, she gladly let him help her, and even asked him for help, something she never did with other people before.

She let out a sigh, looking down at him. She ran her other hand over his head, playing with the tiny bit of hair he had. She glanced down at her engagement ring. As a child, she never imagined getting married. So many girls were fascinated by big weddings and thought about their dream weddings. They all imagined having poofy dresses and getting married in churches to their Prince Charming's. She dreamed of either being President or a top-notch lawyer. She was fascinated with those things.

That was until Duncan waltzed on into her life.

They never talked about marriage. Well, except for the time that they agreed that they would never get married. They wanted to stay together forever, that was for sure. For some reason, marriage frightened her. Maybe it was because she was afraid of getting divorced. True, breaking up with Duncan would be devastating, and she never liked to think about that. If they did get a divorce, it would probably be really complicated. There would be all the paperwork, getting it finalized... If they just broke-up without getting married, all they'd have to worry about is who got what. There wouldn't be any fees, there wouldn't have to be all those awkward meetings... If they broke up just as girlfriend and boyfriend, there would only be a couple of awkward meetings, but that was it.

That, and disappointing everyone else.

Marriage was like signing a lifetime agreement. Duncan and Courtney pretty much already did that, when he gave her that promise ring all those years ago. She hated that society was so marriage-driven. Not all couples who are in love and have been together for a while get married. Most do, but not all of them.

She felt like they were getting married because they fell under the pressure. Their families were always talking about how they should get married. Their friends didn't help, either, but weren't as pressuring as their parents. She knew the only reason Duncan even said that they were getting married was because he was tired of their parents talking about it. But he never took it back, either. He even gave her his Mom's engagement ring. Sure, there were a few times where he joked around and said stuff like, "Let's never set a date and tell them to shut up", but otherwise, he was starting to get more and more into the process of setting up the wedding.

She, on the other hand, was doing less and less of the planning. She felt the tears forming in her eyes. She never got so worked up about this before. She felt like a complete outsider in this whole thing. At first, she was more into the wedding, but never planned anything. But, once a month was set, things got a little out of control for her. Things were starting to get planned. Churches to get married at, people to invite, food to eat, dresses...

She felt like they weren't getting married for the right reasons. They never talked about why they were getting married. Talking to each other was an important part of a relationship. Right? People were supposed to get married because they wanted to. Right? She was confused and scared and, at that moment, didn't want to get married. What about him? Was he as eager about getting married as he's been lately? Or was this just an act to fool everyone?

She quickly wiped away the tears that her fallen down her cheeks. She let out a shaky breath, trying to stablize her breathing. She wasn't about to get panicky just because of this.

She knew she loved Duncan, and she knew that he loved her, too. She wasn't sure what her problem was, though. She sighed and leaned down, resting her cheek against his. A few seconds later, she felt him move his head a bit before he muttered, "You okay, babe?"

"Mmhmm."

"Aren't you uncomfortable?"

She smiled. As selfish as he was, he almost always put her ahead of himself. "Nah."

"Sure." He sat up and looked over at her. He frowned, noticing her red and slightly puffy eyes. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head. "It's nothing."

"Bullshit." He looked around and noticed a couch in the corner of the room. "Well, I'll be... You and me are going to that couch over there."

"Duncan-" she started, but was pulled up and dragged over to the loveseat. True, they were originally by the front desk, and people would be able to hear them talking, but she didn't want to even talk about it. Not that night, anyway.

He plopped down on the couch, and she sat down next to him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and said to her, "Talk to me."

"I'm surprised you haven't fallen back asleep yet. This couch is comfortable..."

"It's very comfy," he agreed before shaking his head and adding, "Don't change the subject, Courtney. I can tell you've been crying. Tell me what's wrong. Is there something wrong with their baby?"

Courtney shook her head. "If there was, Geoff would telling us."

He sat there, thinking. "Um... Did you miss your... you know..."

Smiling, she said, "No, I got my last period. Last week."

He chuckled. "That's right. Uh..." He sighed, trying to guess what was wrong with her. "Babe, I don't know. What's wrong?"

She rested her hand on his thigh, giving it a squeeze. It was now or never. "Duncan..." She turned and looked at him. She looked in his teal eyes, which were filled with confusion and worry. "Why are we getting married?"

That threw him for a loop. Why were they getting married? "Because... We're tired of our parents telling us to do so?"

"Why'd you give me this engagement ring?"

"Because we're getting married?" Now he was really confused.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "We shouldn't be getting married just because our parents are pressuring us into doing so. There's so much more to getting married..."

"Do you love me?"

She was thrown off by his question. She nodded. "I do."

"Okay? What's the problem?"

"There's more to getting married than just loving someone, too!"

"Well, excuse me, but I thought people who were in love got married..."

"We've been in love for years, Duncan. We never even wanted to get married until last year."

"Okay? People change."

"So, suddenly you want to get married?"

"I... don't know! I guess so. What's the big deal, anyway?"

"You are so... Ugh! You're so thick-headed!"

"Hey, there's no need for the name-calling."

"You don't get it!"

He groaned. "Oh, my God, Courtney, you aren't making any sense. Do you not want to get married anyone?"

"I don't know!" she cried. "I never wanted to get married in the first place! I think that we're putting ourselves into a position where we might end up in a divorce."

His eyes widened, and he suddenly felt angry. "So you want to break up with me? Just so you don't have to deal with getting married and, according to you, our "inevitable" divorce."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "I never said ANYTHING like that, Duncan."

"Well, all I heard was that we shouldn't be getting married because we'll end up having a divorce."

"I said that we're getting married for the wrong reasons, and that if we marry for the wrong reasons, that we MIGHT get a divorce. And I don't want that!"

"Well, then what the hell do you want?!" He was getting upset and frustrated.

She sighed, looking in front of her. "I don't know if I want to get married, Duncan. I don't know if I can get married. Not just to spite our parents."

He let out a chuckle. "You know what? Fine." He stood up.

Scared, she quickly asked, "Where are you going?"

He shrugged. "Does it matter? You just broke our engagement."

"It's not like we were really engaged!"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Really? We've been telling everyone that we're engaged. Even Bridge and Geoff know we're getting married - well, they knew we were going to get married in June. We've been planning this thing for months. Not so much lately, but we have been. What did you think this was? Some sort of game? 'Oh, let's fuck with Duncan and pretend like we're getting married'."

"You know it wasn't like this!" she exclaimed, standing up and glaring at him.

"Really? Do I?" He suddenly grabbed her left hand and took off her engagement ring. He menacingly dangled it in front of her face before saying, "I don't know where we stand at this moment, Courtney. Tell Bridgette and Geoff I'll be by later."

Horrified, she watched him walk off. She stood in that spot for a few moments, frozen. She then fell onto the couch, the tears quickly falling. The one thing she desperately wished wouldn't happen just did, and it was all her fault.

A/N: Thank you all for the reviews! And sorry about the late update. I had the first part of the chapter written, but I was stuck on how to finish it. The end wasn't supposed to happen until later in the story, but I decided to place it here. I'm not too sure what to think about this chapter. I hope you all like it!