Short Chapter... Hope you like it though.
"Mike, I have something to tell you"
Mike could see that whatever she was going to say was serious. The fear in her eyes told him so much. Mike sipped his water and decided to break the silence.
" Yeah?," he asked, " You can tell me anything. Anything at all."
Rachel nervously adjusted her shirt, and thought of the most gentle way to state the situation.
" Mike, I'm..."
Rachel and Mike were startled by the sound of Mike's ring-tone. Mike jumped at the sound and answered it and left from the table. When he returned, he explained that his grandmother really needed to see him.
" Its really important, this can wait. Right?"
" Um, sure it wasn't important anyway."
Mike threw bills on the table and mouthed the words "I'm sorry" and left.
" No it isn't important, I'm just twelve weeks pregnant and your the father," Rachel sadly mumbled to herself.
Rachel realized that she might as well eat something, she is eating for two. It took all of her strength not to order a drink because she really needed one. She paid with Mike's money and left for her apartment. She was tired but what she needed was a walk. Rachel needed to clear her head. She took off her skirt and went to look for jeans. She noticed that her jeans were a little snug. The thought of shopping for bigger clothes was a chore all in itself. She was walking down the chilly streets, and saw little children dressed in full winter clothing playing on playground equipment. The thought that one day she will have her own to love and hold. While she was walking she warmed up to the idea of being a mother. She was still worried on how great of a mom she would be, but she was happier nonetheless. Maybe she didn't have to tell Mike, or if she did, he wouldn't need to be involved. She could do it, she was Rachel Zane.
Mike felt bad for leaving Rachel but she would never love him like his grandmother, Mike loved his grandmother more than words could tell. "Grammy, I really like her" "I knew you did, even my old eyes can see the sparkle in your eyes at the mention of her name" Mike blushed. Was he really that obvious? For the rest of his visit, Mike chatted about Harvey, played checkers, and listened to music. He and Harvey had a meeting later, so he had to go home and change from his comfy t-shirt into his suit. He wished he could stay at his grandmothers' forever. As if on cue his phone started ringing, it was Donna. He must of really been out of it, because he had three missed calls from Donna.
" Hello"
" What did you do to her?'
" What?"
"What did you do to Rachel? She didn't come to work today. She won't answer her phone."
"Why do you assume that's my fault."
" Go to her apartment and fix it...now. I told Harvey you had something personal to do so you will not be attending the meeting."
Donna hung up so Mike coudn't get another word in. As Mike walked out of the nursing home a car was waiting outside and the driver knew exactly where to take him. Donna must've arranged this.
Mike felt like he was intruding as he used the spare key to open Rachel's door. Her place was so much cleaner than his. It was intimidating.
" Rachel, Are you here?"
A low groan was made, but Mike was unable to hear it.
" Rach, I know your here, Your keys are still on the table"
" Stop yelling"
Mike was startled by the sound. He followed the voice and saw Rachel lying pale on her bathroom tiles.
" Oh my God, Rachel, Are you okay?"
Mike rushed to her side to help her up, he had to work through the pungent smell of vomit.
" Mike, honestly, do I look okay?"
" Well, Not exactly."
" Just help me up."
Mike lifted Rachel up, but the movement was to much for Rachel. Her stomach lurched and vomited for the third time today.
" Rachel, I'm taking you to a doctor"
" I'm not sick"
" You call this NOT sick?"
I'm not sick, I'm pregnant."
Mike stopped, he didn't know how to respond.
" What?"
" I'm pregnant"
" And I'm the fa-"
" Yes Mike, your the father"
Mike helped Rachel to the bed, and sat her on it.
" Mike, talk to me."
" What do you want me to say?"
" Anything! I just want to know that you don't hate me now!"
" Hate you, I could never. I'm just shocked. I just need time."
" Time to what? Time to think before you leave me all alone"
" No, don't you try to make me the bad guy. I need time to think on how to support you and the baby. I can barely provide for myself."
There was an awkward silence in the room.
" How far along are you?"
" About three months"
Rachel was on the verge of tears, she had no idea why, but Mike took notice.
" I will not leave you, this baby is as much mine as yours. I will take care of you both. OK? "
I guess"
Tears were falling down Rachels' cheek as she sat on the bed with Mike's arms around her.
" Mike, What if something goes wrong"
" Don't start worrying. The only thing you should be worried about is how much Donna will spoil our child.
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