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Sorry, sorry, sorry to all those readers for the huge delay! I've been super busy and just never got around to posting. The story is complete and I will be posting the rest of the chapters together. I hope everyone remembers the story and reads!

Jay gave a pained expression as he tried to readjust his body in the uncomfortable hospital bed. His entire body was aching, stemming from his right hipbone where the doctors had removed his morrow. Upon waking, he shifted restlessly, trying to find a comfortable position.

"You shouldn't move around so much. It'll just hurt more," Emma said flatly.

Jay turned his head, unaware that she was even in the room. She sat there, looking tired, beside his bed. A magazine lay, unopened, on her lap. A cup of coffee sat in her hand, but she paid it no attention. She stared at Jay, wide-eyed, her face expressionless. Fear hit him hard as he asked, "Jase?"

Emma shrugged. "He's in the ICU right now. He's basically in a protective bubble for the next few hours."

"But he's going to be okay?" Jay asked, holding his breath.

"It's too soon. The operation went very well. But we have to wait for a while to know for sure. How are you? Do you need anything?" she asked.

Jay was concerned about his son, but he also knew that something was wrong with Emma. "I'm fine. A little sore, but I'll live. You?"

Emma shook her head. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Then maybe you should go and be with Jimmy... your fiance."

Emma's eyes met Jay's. If he was trying to call her out, he'd accomplished his goal. Unfortunately, Emma was in no mood to spar with Jay. She remained silent, staring him down.

"So how long has Jimmy been acting as father to my son?" Jay asked. Emma said nothing, but raised a brow. "I have a right to know. Jimmy's probably the only father Jase has ever known, right?"

"It doesn't matter now," Emma whispered.

This time it was Jay who was curious. "Now? Something happen?"

"Look, I just wanted to make sure that you were okay. I'm going to get back out into the waiting room. I want to be there when they finally tell me I can go in to see my son," Emma stated, getting to her feet and gathering her belongings.

"I want to see him," Jay said. "When he's finally allowed to have visitors, I want to see him. Will you let me know?"

Emma nodded her head once, her energy for fighting at a low level. She left the room, stopping just beyond the nurses' station to gain her composure. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. She felt the tears burning behind her closed lids, but willed herself not to cry. She felt exhausted. Alone, but thankful. Not wanting to admit it, she tried to bury the feelings she had seeing Jay wince in pain as he shifted in his bed. She told herself it was gratitude, but as the tears fell down her cheeks, she knew that it was so much more.

"Miss Nelson?" came a voice behind her.

Emma turned around, brushing a hand across her eyes. She smiled slightly at the young nurse who had been watching over Jay. "You caught me," Emma whispered.

The nurse smiled. "Well I hope they're tears of happiness, because your fiance is going to be just fine."

Emma blinked. "Jay? He's not my..."

"I'm sorry!" the nurse exclaimed. "I always do things like this! It's just that he asked me to come and check on you. He seemed so concerned that I assumed you and he were... I'm so sorry!"

Emma pursed her lips and smiled. "It's okay. I guess I should go and let him know that I'm okay. I don't want him worrying for nothing."

The nurse smiled at her. Emma walked back to Jay's room. She stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching Jay struggle to get the remote control for the television. It was behind him, on the nightstand, but he was having an awful time getting to it.

"Need some help?" Emma asked with a smile.

Jay looked up, frustration written all over his face. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough," she answered, walking into the room. She grabbed the remote and sat down on the chair she'd been occupying earlier. She turned on the television and flipped through the channels. She found The View and placed the remote in her lap.

Jay turned his head her way and gave Emma a look. "I'm the one recovering from surgery here. Now you're gonna make me watch a chick show? Haven't I suffered enough?"

Emma shrugged. "I suppose you wanna watch Sports Centre or something, huh? Too bad you don't have the remote."

Jay nodded his head. He leaned back against his pillows and resigned himself to the fact that it didn't matter what he was watching, but who he was watching it with. He peered over at Emma, realizing that she'd been crying earlier. "You okay?" he whispered.

"I'm getting what I deserve," she replied, not meeting his gaze. She sighed heavily, still staring at the television. "I never told Jimmy about you."

"So what did you tell him?"

Emma leaned back in the uncomfortable chair. "I told him a partial truth. I said that I wanted a baby and so I went to a sperm bank. At the time, I never thought we'd become romantic. I just wanted a friend. And then it seemed easier to live the lie rather than face the truth."

Jay rubbed his face with his hand. "Jimmy's still pissed at me for the whole Rick thing, right?"

Emma finally looked at Jay. "He's never really gotten over it. It's the same reason why he doesn't speak to Spinner."

"So what does that mean for Jase?" Jay asked.

Emma lowered her head. "Jimmy's out."

"Out? He's just gonna walk away from Jase, like he never meant anything at all?" Jay accused.

Emma's gaze met Jay's. "He's already gone. I expect him to be moved out of our place before we get back. It's not Jimmy's fault," Emma assured, seeing Jay's look. "I created this problem by not being honest. I deserve everything that's coming to me. I'm the reason why Jase won't have a father."

Jay's eye narrowed. "Jase has a father, Emma. He has me."

Emma opened her mouth to reply to Jay's statement, but her mother appeared in the doorway. "Em? Honey? The doctor says that you can come and see Jase."

Emma got to her feet without a word. Jay shifted in the bed, until he was perched on the edge, leaning forward awkwardly to grab the robe provided to him. He winced in pain. Spike moved from the doorway to get the robe for Jay. She held it up, helping him into it, while Emma stood there, like a zombie.

"Are you even allowed to get out of bed?" Emma asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"It doesn't matter. I'm going to see my son," Jay replied, challenging Emma to argue him on the point.

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