After completely blacking out, I woke up in a small hospital room with a bunch of wires connected to me.

I turned my head to see Nick with his head rested on the side of the hospital chair, his mouth hanging open, and he was snoring quietly. I giggled slightly. His hand was rested on mine.

"Nick." I said quietly.

He just shifted in his sleep. "Shelby?" He asked sleepily.

"Nick." I said a little louder.

"Shelby, don't go!" He said in his sleep again.

"Nick!" I shouted.

He jumped out of his seat and looked up from the floor.

"Why'd you yell, are you okay, did somebody hurt you?!" He yelled, standing up and examining me.

"I'm fine."

"How'd you sleep?" He asked with concern, sitting back in the chair, and stroking my hand with his finger.

"Good, you? I mean, you were snoring and your mouth was hanging wide open!" I said, giggling.

"Very good!" He said with embarrassment.

"What time is it?" I asked, looking around for a clock.

Nick looked at his watch, of course, and said, "2 am."

"Oh my gosh! Are you serious?!" Asked, my eyes wide; this was all so weird.

"Yes."

I let out a deep breath and looked back at Nick.

"Where's Joe?" I asked.

"Home." He said simply.

I noticed his eye was right eye was black and he had a cut on his left cheek.



"Did he do that to you?" I asked, running my finger along his cheek.

"Yea, not a big deal."

"What do you mean it's not a big deal? It's my entire fault." I said, sitting up t face him.

He was about to say something when he was cut off by a doctor accompanied by a nurse walked in.

"Good morning Miss Phillips, how are you feeling this morning?" The doctor asked sweetly.

"Betrayed, hurt, guilty, depressed, annoyed, sad, and miserable."

"I meant physically."

"Oh, my stomach hurts a little bit. Like, it's sore."

"That's because you went through surgery earlier this morning." The doctor said, looking at his clipboard.

"I what?!"

"Oh yes, you lost one of the babies, we're so sorry." He replied, soothingly.

"One of the babies?"

"Yes, you were pregnant with twins, weren't you aware of that?"

"No!"

"Well, congratulations!" The Nurse said cheerfully.

I plopped against the pillow.

"Thanks." I said quietly.

"You may go home whenever you want, you're fine now. You shouldn't experience any more pain."

"Thank you doctor, I'll go check her out now." Nick said, stroking my hair.

The Doctor and Nurse left and Nick stood up.

"I'll go check you out and we can go home. Okay?" Nick asked sweetly.

"Okay."



The nurse unhooked all of the fluids and such from me body and I stood up to stretch.

I grabbed some cloths and changed in the bathroom.

The car ride home was silent and I drifted off to sleep.

The next thing I knew, it was 6 am and I woke up from not being able to sleep.

I walked downstairs to see Joe… cooking and cleaning.

I was puzzled, Joe never cooks or cleans. I couldn't help but snort trying not to laugh because he was wearing his mother's apron that said, "It's A Girl Thing!"

He looked over to me and looked scared. His hair was a mess, he was wearing that apron, he had on cleaning gloves, and he had a sponge in his left hand and an egg in the other.

The table was set with two place mats on either end of the table, a flower in the middle, plates, forks, spoons, knives, napkins, cups, and bowls.

"Shelby?" He asked quickly, like, I don't want you to see me like this.

"Yes, Joe?" I asked, cracking up.

"Why are you up?"

"That's a very good question, a very good question that I won't answer until you tell me why you're like, well, this." I said, laughing even more.

"It was going to be a surprise, and I wanted to make everything that I messed up go away. I know that won't work, but who said I couldn't try. Oh, and I also know that you said nothing would fix it, but I gave it a shot. I made your favorites, "He went along the counter pointing everything out. "Eggs, pancakes, muffins, bacon, sausage, hash browns, toast, and English biscuits; I knew it would please you, so I did it. Now that I've told you all of this, why are you up?" He asked, panting.

"Couldn't sleep." I shrugged.

H looked at me like, I just poured my heart out and that's what you give me?!

"Okay, you win," I said, throwing my hands up in defeat. "I couldn't stop thinking about everything. I would wake up from being stressed and then I'd close my eyes and see you and Serena, together, in bed, having… you know… It was horrible! I couldn't get it out of my mind."

He took off the apron, put down the sponge, and took off the gloves. Joe leaned against the counter and thought for a moment.



"I don't know what to say." He said.

That's what I get?! Not even an I'm sorry!?!

"I'm not sure what to do anymore, Joe! Do I run away, get an abortion, give the baby up for adoption, or keep the baby and at least try to live a happy life? This is so overwhelming it's not even funny! And the worst part is, no one can help me physically get through this."

I started t tear up. This was one of the worst parts of being pregnant, alone form being fat and nauseous all of the time, no one could feel what you were feeling and you got all emotional for the smallest things.

Joe walked over to me and wrapped me into a hug. I wanted to just push him away and run up to my room and never come out. But, what would that help? Should I give him another chance?

I just stopped thinking for a moment and cried into his chest. That's all I ever seem to do these days, think.

Joe stroked my hair and started to sing to me soothingly.

"Now I'm speechless,

Over the edge,

I'm just breathless.

I never thought that I'd catch this,

Lovebug again.

Now I'm

Hopeless,

Head over heels in the moment.

I never thought that I'd get hit,

By this Lovebug again."

I smiled into his shirt and he led me to the table. He served me the food and sat across from me.

"You're beautiful." He said out of nowhere.

That's when I realized how great my boyfriend really was.