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A/N: Wow this chapter was considerably difficult to write without the motivation from the show. I spend a great portion of my time watching Dilu mvids on Youtube when I hit writers block but so many have been deleted that its getting harder to find something to motivate me. I absolutely cannot stand what Dillon has been reduced to in order to make room for Logan. I think it's unforgivable. Its one thing to not put them together, its quite another to ruin everything they ever had. I still can't talk about the date that they went on without getting extremely angry. It was just too much. I have never come closer to shutting off my television screen. I cannot believe that we're supposed to buy that Dillon forgot everything he knew about her and she stopped caring for him at all. The writers may as well have picked up a blunt object and hit me over the head with it. Anyway, it's best for me to not start ranting or this author's note will be three pages. This chapter isn't as in character as I wanted it to be but its filler for what's coming up. I promise its going to get better, as soon as I stop getting called in for double shifts at work.
To Choose Life
Chapter 23
A week had passed since Spencer had been kidnapped and it was now New Years Eve. Nikolas and Emily had flown to Denver after Colleen, who was Spencer's old nanny. She was the only suspect so far.
Lucky hadn't left the precinct once, trying to assist Nikolas as best as he could. I was worried about my nephew, but I was also terrified I was becoming too stressed for the baby.
I had stayed with Carly for the week and she still had Sonny searching for more information. Sonny had body guards on call in case Nikolas needed help; all someone had to do was let Sonny know.
However, so far we had no good news. It didn't look good for Spencer and the thought of losing him made me sick. I thought of my unborn child and wondered what kind of world I was bringing it into. I felt more protective than ever. I would not let anything happen to my baby for as long as my heart was beating and there was breath in my body, even if that meant avoiding Dillon. As I contemplated my stance on my relationship with Dillon someone knocked on Carly's front door. I rolled off the couch to open it. Dillon stood on the front step shifting his weight from side to side nervously. Before I could say anything Michael came running downstairs. "Is Spencer back?" he asked optimistically.
"No Michael. I'm sorry. He's not back yet," I explained. He frowned and ran back upstairs.
"I'm sorry about your nephew," Dillon offered.
"Me too," I said, as I stepped to the side so he could come in.
"How are you feeling?" he questioned timidly.
"I can't stop worrying about Spencer," I admitted.
"Is there anything I can do to take your mind off of it? Perhaps a New Years party?"
"I don't think we should go to parties together anytime soon," I said as I sat back down to keep a distance between us. "I don't really feel like being around a lot of people tonight anyway. I'll probably just hang out with Liz and Lucky."
"We don't have to go to a party but can we at least hang out? I miss you."
I dropped my gaze to the floor and scuffed my toe against the hardwood. I wrapped my arms around my body as a form of protection. The baby kicked in response. "Promise you won't talk about us? No kissing me at the stroke of midnight?"
"I'll keep my hands off of you. I just want to hang out."
"All right."
Dillon smiled. "Okay, we need some movies. Any suggestions?"
"I'll leave that up to you."
"I'll be back around 7:00 okay?"
"Okay, I'll see you then," I agreed. I watched Dillon get up and leave, then I frowned. "Your father is way too persuasive," I whispered to my belly.
Carly entered the room. "What's going on?"
"Dillon wanted to hang out with me tonight."
"And?"
"I gave in."
"Want me to send over Milo?"
"I don't need any other men in my life."
"The boys are going to go over to Sonny's. I'll probably join them since Jax isn't here."
"When is he expected to come home?" I asked delicately.
"When he finds his brother. I'd just be happy if he called me."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I can wait," she said gently.
Once Carly and the boys had left, I showered and got ready for the evening. I don't know why I still cared so much about my appearance. It wasn't like I could remove the giant bulge of my stomach.
Dillon arrived at 7:00 and I opened the door for him. He had a pile of movies in his hand and food. "I brought dinner," he announced. I helped him with his stuff as he came in.
"What movies did you get?" I asked gently.
"Classic Hitchcock."
"An Alfred Hitchcock marathon?"
"I got others ones too. I figured you could pick out the ones you wanted to watch."
"Our child is going to be such an idealist."
"Are you kidding? Your cynicism will definitely be the dominant allele."
"Funny," I muttered in response. Dillon smiled.
"Do you really think we're having a girl?" Dillon asked.
"I have no idea. I just have this feeling that it's a baby girl. She was a girl in all of my dreams."
"You dream about our baby?" he asked excitedly.
"Of course I do. The kid is growing inside of me."
"I love how much you love this. No matter how much you try and pretend you don't."
"I warn you Dillon, if you tell anyone…"
"Your secret's safe with me."
"Good," I said as a smile spread across my face.
The baby starting kicking wildly with excitement. I set the movies down and grabbed my stomach. "Are you okay?" Dillon asked with concern.
"The baby is happy you're here."
"Can I feel it or does that break my promise of keeping my hands off of you?"
"You can feel your child," I assured him. He smiled and reached out and touched the movement on my stomach.
"It's getting stronger," he exclaimed.
"The baby is growing."
"Does it keep you awake?"
"Oh yes."
"Quartermaine genes."
"I'd say."
Dillon laughed, as he leaned his head closer to my stomach. "Okay little one, if you keep your mother awake much longer she's going to kill me," he said softly. "Hold off keeping her awake until you're born so you can use how cute you are to get away with it and keep me alive. I want to get to know you."
I smiled as the kicking slowly eased and the baby seemed to relax to his voice. "It's working. Great you're already conspiring with the child."
He placed his hand against my stomach again. "That's it. Just wait until you're born."
"The baby likes your voice. I think she knows you are her father."
"You think so?"
"What else would explain it?"
"Maybe you calm when I'm around so the baby feels able to relax?"
"I doubt it," I muttered. Dillon ignored me and handed me some food. He turned on the movie and sat down beside me.
I brought in two glasses of milk and we ate together. Together we sat while I pretended I didn't still love him and Dillon pretended that he did love me.
The night sped by in a blur. We ate popcorn and ice cream and had an awesome time. I remembered every single reason of why I destroyed Dillon and Georgie's marriage in the first place.
Eventually I fell asleep in the middle of Psycho. I awoke in Dillon's arms as he carried me to my bed. I didn't let on that I was awake and reveled in the feeling of being held in his arms. He placed me onto the bed and kissed my stomach. "Good night baby," he whispered, before leaving the room. As soon as he left I let the tears spill down my face. Every time I saw him speaking to our baby my love for him grew much stronger. My heart truly wanted to trust him and let us raise the baby as a family, but my brain knew better. I had to make the best choice for our baby and not for me, no matter how much my heart shattered in the process.
I opened my eyes, and looked around my room. I climbed out of my bed and went downstairs. Carly and the boys were sitting in the living room.
"Did Dillon spend the night?" Carly asked.
"No, he went home around midnight." My cell phone started ringing. "Speak of the devil," I muttered, as I flipped open the phone.
"How are you feeling?" Dillon asked before I'd even said hello.
"Fine," I answered.
"I don't like how tired you are," he said.
"Sorry," I answered. "I'm just worried about Spencer.
"At what cost?"
"I am taking care of myself and this baby. You don't need to worry. I go back to work tomorrow and everything will be fine."
"Fine do you want to have lunch with me today?" he asked.
"I can't. I'm having lunch with Carly," I lied. Carly looked up at me and shook her head. "I've got to go. Can we talk later?" I asked.
"Okay, I'll call you later."
I hung up my phone and dropped onto the couch next to Morgan. He came over and cuddled me. "Morning Morgan," I whispered. He put his head on my stomach to hug the baby. "Do you like your cousin?" I asked.
Morgan nodded excitedly. "The baby," he said, as he touched my stomach.
"That's right Morgan. Lulu is having a baby and that baby is going to be your cousin," Carly said.
"I thought Lulu was your cousin," Michael said to his mother.
"Lulu is my cousin," Carly explained. "So that makes you her second cousin. This child will be your second cousin once removed."
"What?" Michael asked in confusion.
"It's confusing, I know," Carly said.
"I don't understand it either," Lulu said with a laugh. "If your uncle Lucas had kids, those children would be your first cousins."
"Is Uncle Lucas having a baby?" Michael asked.
"No, that was just an example," Carly said. "Just like Spencer is your aunt Courtney's child, so he is your first cousin."
"I understand first cousins, its second cousins that confuse me," Michael said.
Carly made another attempt to explain it and then gave up when Michael still didn't understand. Someone knocked on the door and Carly threw it open. "Can I help you?" she asked bitterly.
"I'm here to see Lulu," Elizabeth said. Carly stepped out of the way to let Liz come inside.
"Aunt Lulu," Cameron squealed. Elizabeth set him down and he ran over into my arms.
"Hi Cameron," I said, as I hugged his little body.
"What you doing?" Cameron asked.
"Nothing, what are you doing?" I asked.
"Goin' to the park," Cameron said proudly.
"I wanted to know if you wanted to come," Elizabeth said.
"Can I go?" Morgan asked. I looked at Carly and she nodded.
"Sure you can come Morgan. Michael do you want to come?" I asked.
"No thanks. I'm going to stay here."
I helped Morgan get his winter clothes on and then the four of us went to the park. The boys ran off to play together and I took a seat beside Liz on the bench. "Any word on Spencer?" I asked.
"Not yet. They are in Denver and are searching all of the daycares in the area. So far he hasn't shown up."
"I'm so worried about him."
"Me too, but there isn't anything we can do."
We spent two hours at the park and then we took the boys over to Kelly's for chocolate chip cookies and milk. "I thought you were having lunch with Carly," Dillon said, as he came over to the table.
"Liz and I decided to take the boys out instead," I explained.
"Are you avoiding me?" he asked.
"No, I'm just spending time with my family, while we wait on news about Spencer."
"Is there any news?"
"Only that Emily and Nikolas are in Denver."
"Can I talk to you alone for a moment?"
I frowned but agreed and followed him to a table in the back. "What's going on?"
"Spinelli wants to know how the investigation into Rick Webber's death is going. He wants to know if you've given up."
"I haven't even thought about it since I'd heard my nephew was kidnapped."
"Did you want to hold off on the investigation?"
"No that might help me get my mind off of Spencer's kidnapping."
"You have to promise me one thing."
"Okay, what?"
"You have to take it easy and start to relax."
"I'm trying."
"I know you are but I can't help but worry about you and our child."
"I'll meet you and Spinelli here tomorrow when I get off work."
"Okay, so 5:30?"
"Yeah, that will work."
I smiled at him. He touched my hand as I stood up and then I went back to sit with Liz and the boys. "Is everything okay?" Liz asked.
"Everything is fine. He just needed to ask me something."
"How is the baby?"
"Active. Very active."
"So that's what I have to look forward to with the Spencer genes."
"Of course not. It's best to blame the Quartermaine genes."
Liz smiled. "I'm glad you are pregnant with me. We need to do something together. How about we go out shopping next week?"
"That sounds fun," I agreed, finally having something to look forward to that didn't involve Dillon.