A/N- imma back! And super excited to be! So I feel I should apologize about the long wait, it seems that cancer is making its way around various parts of my family, so I decided to take a small vacation, but now I back and hopefully stronger than ever! Hope you all enjoy this chapter!
The old nurse left the small room, wishing she could stay to watch Jules' reaction. Her and the other nurses all took a quick peek at the results before she gave them to Jules. They stood around the printer and gossiped about the mess Jules was in; it was something that you'd see out of an episode of Grey's Anatomy. But now the nurse would respect whatever privacy Jules had left, and exited the room.
Jules held the paper with shaky hands, the paper trembled so hard that she had to give up and place the paper on the dinner tray that was pulled over to her bed. The nurse had already pointed out the results, making Jules feel like an idiot, but she couldn't believe them, couldn't accept them, couldn't admit that she was mad or upset, because in reality, she was actually thrilled with the results. She took another look just to make sure that her eyes weren't playing tricks on her.
Maternal: Callaghan, Julianna Rose
Paternal: Braddock, Samuel Parker
She lifted one shaky hand to her mouth, breathing in quick gasps whilst ignoring the severe pain that was growing larger and larger in her chest.
Sam's the dad…. Sam. Is the dad…. Oh my god, Sam's the dad... Wholly shit! SAM'S the fucking dad!
The pain was getting worse.
Oh my god! What am I going to do? I'm supposed to be with Steve! Not Sam. Steve. But I think I want Sam… No! It should be Steve. But it's not…. Why can't anything ever just be easy!
About one million and two thoughts were running one thousand miles per minute through her mind. Her mind felt like a control system that was being overloaded. What was she going to do? Everyone already thinks that the babies are Steve's! In fact, even Steve thinks that the babies are his! Poor guy. She needs to talk to someone, she needs Sam.
But how is she supposed to get him? This cannot wait until morning.
Sam left Jules' hospital room, not even sure what just happened. Jules was having babies. Twins. That are possibly his.
What kind of messed up world is this? Was this the universe's way of telling him that he and Jules belonged together? Because if it is, it's fucked up.
He walked through the long hallways, keeping his eyes on nothing but path he was walking along. The shiny, white floor mocking him, teasing him with each step he took, screaming at him, telling him how much of an idiot he was. Why had he even let that night between him and Jules happen? How could he have been so irresponsible? He knew full well that Jules was in a relationship, but, him being his stupid cocky self, invited her in and then proceeded to knock her up.
He came into the waiting area, where he saw that Jules' dad, two brothers and Steve were still asleep in the plastic chairs. He plumped himself down in one and put his head in his hands. Rubbing his tired, puffy red eyes, he sighed, but the sigh was followed by a coughing and sneezing attack.
Great. He thought. Get sick just when Jules needs you healthy.
He got up out of his chair and walked over to the water cooler that was just calling his name. He filled up the small paper cup and raised it to his mouth to let the cool liquid run down his dry and aching throat. It felt good, like that little sip was all he needed to get the strength to keep himself running. But he drank the rest and three glasses after that just to be sure.
As he walked back to the chairs he realized that none other than Steve Morgan was slowly waking.
He sat down once again and spoke to Steve. "Morning."
Steve grunted in response, not in a rude way but in a –just-had-the-worst-night-of-my-life-and-now-it's-continuing way. Steve liked Sam, he was a good man and he was good to Jules. Kept her safe at their dangerous job. But he always wondered if there was more to them than just friends. It concerned him, the way her eyes lit up when she spoke about him. It just didn't seem right.
He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Looking at Sam, he gave a small smile and said "morning" back.
A bit of an awkward took place.
"So uh," Sam began. "The doctor came by a few minutes ago."
This got Steve's attention and he was suddenly wide awake. "How long ago?"
"About fifteen minutes."
"What'd she say? Is everything ok?"
Sam nodded his head. "Doc said that all's good but she's going to need lots of time to recover. She's awake so you can go see her probably. Visiting hours are kind of over since it's like three in the morning but I'm sure you could go."
Steve stood up right away, the plastic chair squeaking, causing the others to stir. "Has anyone been in to see her?"
"Well, I uh, went in because you guys were still asleep, and I didn't want to wak-"
Before Sam could finish explaining himself, Steve was already gone, obviously not wanting to hear the rest.
Sam didn't like having to explain himself. Especially to this man in particular. But as much as he hated to admit it, he felt a bit guilty. After all, he was responsible for getting Steve's girl pregnant.
Steve strode quickly through the hallways just as Sam had only minutes before. He tried to ignore the horrible feeling that was slowly creeping its way up his throat. He refused to let it surface.
He pushed through the door as soon as he approached it. This was the first time he had seen Jules since the 'complication'. And he was terrified.
As soon as he entered the room, he sensed something was very wrong. The look on Jules' face was just screaming at him to run away and never come back. He tried to speak, but no words would come out.
Jules, quite frankly, was also terrified. She hadn't had any time to prepare for this, hadn't had any time to think about how to tell Steve. Thankfully, she had seen him coming from the thick window that led to the hallway and she had time to tuck the paper underneath her pillow.
"Hey." She said quietly, she didn't like how small her voice sounded.
"Hey. How are you feeling?"
"Okay." She answered.
Steve stood at the foot of the bed, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He just looked at Jules. Jules just looked at him.
Come on Jules! You need to tell him! Just say it!
"Come sit." She told him as she gestured to the chair that sat right next to the bed, the same one that he had been sitting in the day before.
"What's going on Jewel?" He asked as he took a seat.
Jules opened her mouth but nothing would come out.
He reached over for her hand and took it in his. "It's okay Jules; you need to tell me what's wrong."
"Well," She began; she already started to fight back tears. This was the hardest thing that she'd ever had to do, aside from breaking up with Sam of course.
"I, uh, gosh, I don't know how to tell you this."
Steve studied her features; she had never looked so scared and unsure of herself. "Just tell me Jules." He said sadly, he was pretty sure he knew what it was already though.
"Steve," Tears threatened to spill out and roll down her cheeks, she ferociously blinked them back.
"The babies-'' Her voice broke, as did the tear barrier, the salty water droplets parted from their home and fell down her rosy cheeks.
Steve's heart broke, it broke for Jules who was so helpless at the moment, it broke for the twin babies that he now knew weren't his.
"They're not mine." He said it so simply, it wasn't a question, wasn't really even meant to be heard by Jules, it was more so to himself.
She nodded her head. Tears flowing steadily now. "I'm so sorry Steve. I'm so sorry."
Steve knew. He knew and he now hated Sam Braddock with all of his heart.
He looked at Jules with empty eyes; words just wouldn't form on his tongue.
"Steve, I understand if you never want to forgive me, I just can't believe that all of this is happening and I just feel so horrible." She was babbling now, gasping for air in between words, tears still rolling down her face, soaking everything underneath her.
Steve finally found his words. "Jules, I, I'm, I don't even know what to say."
"I'm so sorry." She said again.
"I-I, I need some air." He said as he simply stood up and all but ran out the door.
He left the room and didn't stop; he kept going, right out the sliding doors of the hospital. The sun was just starting to come up, casting beautiful shadows along the tall oak trees that stood high above the ground.
His breath came out in haggard quick gasps. He walked around the side of the hospital to the outdoor area where patients and their families could go to just get away from all the stress and worry that came with just being in the hospital.
It really was a beautiful sight, there were even more trees here, with a garden that would make a green house owner feel ashamed. There was a small water fall that led to a pond that stretched a good fifteen feet wide.
Steve walked over to the waterfall and splashed some of the cold water onto his face, hoping to clear his mind. He walked over to the hand-made bench and took a seat, throwing his head into his hands. He wasn't sure how long he had been there.
"Excuse me dear, are you okay?"
Steve looked up to see an elderly woman standing in front of him, sporting a worried expression.
He gave her a small smile, and nodded his head, really not in the mood for a conversation.
However, the lady was, she sat down beside him. "You don't seem ok."
"I'm fine, just having a bad day."
The woman nodded. "I've had plenty of those. What's your name young man?"
"Steve, Steve Morgan."
"Well Steve Morgan, I'm Meg Willard. Please to meet you." She held out her old, wrinkled hand for him to shake.
He shook her hand and nodded once again.
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Meg finally broke it. "You seem like a very nice man, but then again I can't be too sure."
Steve looked at her, wondering what she was talking about. When he said nothing, she continued.
"I can tell that you're upset, and my son, having real strength is showing that you're sad, being able to cry but also being able to cope. Holding back isn't always the best thing to do."
"My life, everything that I thought I loved and knew, and she doesn't feel the same way. She's having his babies, not mine."
Meg absorbed this, happy that she got him to open to her. "But you love her right?"
He sighed. "I don't know, I thought I did! But maybe I don't, I mean… I just don't know!"
"Okay, but you do care about her."
"More than anything."
"Then you want her to be happy."
Dang. She got him there. "Yeah, I do."
"So, maybe you should forgive her?"
Steve didn't say anything.
"I think it's worth a try." She told him honestly.
"I don't know why I'm this surprised. I mean, we haven't been very close lately, I should have know that something was going to happen, but I didn't think it would be this big!"
"You need to tell her how you feel, but most importantly, you need to forgive her and tell her that you'll be there for her if she needs you. So go. Right now, she's probably crying and miserable, go!"
Steve looked at her and smiled. "I think I will, and thanks, that actually meant a lot."
"Any time dear, I wish the best of luck to you."
Steve smiled again as he stood up from the bench and walked back into the hospital.
He walked to her room, and saw her sitting on her bed, eyes red and swollen from crying. Looks like Meg was right about one thing.
"Jules," He said as he walked in. "I am so sorry, I shouldn't have run away like that, it was a cowardly thing to do, and I'm sorry."
"No Steve, I'm sorry, I know that I shouldn't have done what I did, but it was one night, I swear!" She said as the tears started again.
"Sshhh Jules, its okay, besides we both knew that things were kind of going downhill. Maybe this is for the best."
"So you're not mad?"
"Of course I'm mad, but not really at you, more at Sam." He chuckled, causing Jules too give a small giggle as well.
"So," Jules said.
"So," Steve repeated.
"I guess this is 'good-bye'?"
"I tend to think more of a 'see ya later'. I mean we can at least try to be friends again, it worked in High School."
"I guess ya never know huh?"
He shook his head, agreeing with her. "Well, whatever happens, just promise me one thing?"
"Anything."
"Some day, I want to meet those babies."
"Of course." She smiled at him.
He gave her the famous Steve grin, kissed her hand and left.
A/N- YAHHHH! See ya later Steve! It feels good to have him gone! :) Reviews are awesome!