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Chapter Six: We Meet Again

Cole and John were still sitting in the chairs when he noticed again the paper like thing John was holding in his hands and asked, "Hey, what's that in your hand?"

John sighed when he looked at the picture in his hands, "It's a picture of the baby. Mike said it was a girl. I can't really tell."

"Can I see?"

"Knock yourself out, kid."

Cole took the ultrasound picture from John and stared at the shape that clearly looked like a baby. He just wondered how Dr. McBain and Dr. Miller could tell she was a girl since he couldn't either. He couldn't believe he was getting a little sister in four and a half months.

"I think we should go show Mom. It might make her feel better."

"We?" John asked incredulously, "We are not going in there. Maybe you are but not me."

"Come on John just because my Mom doesn't remember now doesn't mean she won't ever remember. You have to come with me. I don't know how to do this by myself."

John simply grunted and got off the chair as he followed Cole into Marty's room all the while feeling his palms becoming sweaty and his heart beating rapidly out of control.

Marty looked away from the fetal monitor for the first time since Cole had left her room when she heard footsteps approaching her door, and she looked straight ahead at it until it opened. Cole walked in first and behind him was one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen.

As she looked at the man she realized he fit the discription Cole had given her of the John person who was her boyfriend and the father of her baby. Cole just forgot to mention how handsome he was even if he appeared to have the weight of the world on his slumping shoulders.

John's intense azure eyes immediately connected with Marty's sparkling chocolate eyes, which is what always seemed to happen whenever they were in the same room. He didn't have to see her to know that she was there, he just knew she was and as soon as he would spot her their eyes would connect. It seemed some things just didn't change.

"Mom this is..." "John," Marty said testing the name out on her tongue, "I know you told me what he looked like earlier."

John stood by Marty's bedside awkwardly not knowing what he should do until he saw the bandage on her head. Grabbing a stool he sat down next to her bed and began to stroke the bandage back and forth, wishing he felt her smooth shiny brown hair instead of the gauze.

Marty let out a soft gasp at the feel of his hand on her face. It was a simple gesture from someone she couldn't remember yet it felt like she felt it a thousand times before. Looking up at John it was impossible for her not to get lost in those captivating intense azure eyes of his. Inside them she saw past the intermingling blues, greens and greys to see the love, pain and maybe even a little bit of hope up close was too much for her to handle and she began to cry.

"Hey, lady don't cry. I don't do well with criers." John joked hoping she'd smile.

Sure enough through the flooding tears Marty managed a small smile as she choked out, "Lady?"

"It's a term of endearment."

"I don't mean to interrupt," Paige said as she walked through the door, "But it's getting late and visiting hours have been over for a while now. It's time we let Marty and the baby get the rest they need."

John nodded at Paige and then turned back to Marty who was wiping her eyes. Taking her hands down from her face he wiped the last remnants of her tears himself, and kissed her head lingering more than normal.

Inhaling her familiar cherry blossom scent he committed everything in that moment to memory just in case. Pulling away his gaze lingered on her petal like full lips but he knew he couldn't go there. Sighing and running his fingers through his hair he walked out leaving Marty with Paige and Cole.