Chapter 15...what's going to happen? ;)

"What?" I gasped, "I'm pregnant?"

"You're about 5 weeks along," Dr. McKenzie explained. "We're going to have to perform and ultrasound to see if everything's okay in there."

"That's fine," I nodded and hopped off the bed, "how did this happen?"

Dr. McKenzie arose from his stool and lightly gripped my shoulder. "Do you want to call your husband before you go for your ultrasound?"

I looked back at Alex who was holding my phone. He smiled at me but soon dropped his eyes to the floor. After clearing his throat he unlocked my phone and punched in a few numbers. "You go, I'll call Eric. Tell me how everything goes."

"Thank you," I whispered as I followed Dr. McKenzie out of the room. The door shut behind me and I collapsed onto it.

"You okay?" the doctor asked. He waved a nurse over who brought me a wheel chair. I took a seat and was relieved my bare feet didn't have to touch the chilly ground anymore.

"I'm fine," I lied. I was far from fine. Being pregnant was supposed to be exciting, but I just couldn't…I couldn't find it in myself to be happy about it. Eric and I both discussed waiting to have another child. Now just wasn't the right time.

The nurse pushed me down the hall behind Dr. McKenzie and soon we turned to the maternity ward. We entered a room and the doctor instructed me to get up on the bed. I hopped up and he prepared the ultra sound machine. The nurse squeezed some of the gel on my belly and I shivered. It was almost as cold as the floor.

Dr. McKenzie rubbed the gel around with the viewer and my insides came up on the screen.

"There's not going to be a heartbeat yet because your baby hasn't fully developed, but there will be something we can see, well hopefully."

"Okay," was all I could respond. My nerves were causing my whole body to feel as if I was lying on a bed on pins and needles. I wondered if Alex ever got a hold of Eric. I wondered how he's react. Would he be as scared as I was? I hope not, one of us had to be strong. Strong enough for the both of us.

"Nurse Lynn," Dr. McKenzie waved over the blond nurse in the corner. "Could you uh, could you pick this up for me. I need to watch the screen more precisely. I uh, I think…"

"No problem doctor," Nurse Lynn picked up the viewer and began running it across my stomach. Dr. McKenzie stared at the screen as he rubbed his chin. I could tell by his "hms" and "hahs" that something was wrong.

I adjusted my shirt and Nurse Lynn noticed my ring, and my nerves. "Is this your first baby?" she asked.

"Second," I replied, "I had my first last August, a boy named Hawke."

"Oh how cute," Nurse Lynn smiled, "I like that name. I have a son too, his name's Cameron."

I smiled and looked over at the doctor. Worry set across his face and shut off the monitor. Nurse Lynn stopped rubbing the viewer on my stomach and grabbed me a few paper towels to take off the gel.

"Britta," the doctor grabbed my hand and I flinched, "Nurse Lynn is going to take you back to your room. I'm going to review the ultrasound and let you know. Okay?"

"Okay," I shook my head. He turned to leave and I gripped his hand tighter, "Doctor, if there was anything wrong you'd tell me right?"

"I will tell you everything I know as soon as I know it." He let go of my hand and left the room. Nurse Lynn helped me off the bed and I plopped down into the wheelchair.

"Don't be scared," she said before we left the room, "everything is unpredictable, and not even Dr. McKenzie knows everything. Just breathe."

"I'm breathing," I replied, "that's pretty much all I can do right now."

Eric's POV-

I waited in that same bar seat for the next 45 minutes for Leanne's shift to end. As the bar cleared out, so did my thoughts. Leanne brought me a few more drinks and I downed them as I watched the Lakers game on TV. The last customer left and Leanne threw her tending apron under the counter. She plucked her purse from the back room and met me at the counter.

"So Chandler," Leanne leaned in front me, "your place or mine?"

"I uh, I'm staying at a friend's house," I replied, a little embarrassed.

"Well, we could go to my place, but I uh…have company."

"So my place it is…" I hopped off the stool and waited for Leanne to come from around the bar. She was shorter than the bar had played her out to be. Then I remembered the floor was probably lifted behind the counter. And I was sitting; she had no idea how tall I was. Her face barley reached my chest.

A large mirror on the wall sat behind us and I looked up at the reflection of the back of her head, and my conflicted expression. Soon the image of her faded into Britta and mine melted into Alex's. I watched as her pulled her into a kiss and winked at me as she kissed down his neck. I slammed my hand against the bar and the reflection faded back to Leanne and me.

"Whoa Chandler, you alright?" Leanne asked, caressing my arm.

"I'm fine, let's just get out of here."

"Fine…" Leanne replied, grabbing her keys out of her purse. She locked up the bar and we headed towards Jesse's car.

"Keys!" she wiggled her fingers.

"I can drive!" I exclaimed.

"Chandler, my bar, my rules. You drink, your ass isn't driving."

Giving in, I tossed her the keys and slid into the passenger side. Whatever. Who cares if she was the one driving?

"Where am I going?" she asked.

"19 Rowland Ave, I'll tell you when we're…"

"I know how to get to Rowland Ave," she interrupted me.

"Okay then…"

"So Chandler," she rubbed my knee, "have you ever picked up a girl at a bar before?"

"No." I shortly replied.

"Well then, where do you usually pick up girls?" she giggled.

I thought back to the day I met Britta at John's house. I knew from the moment I met her that I was going to love her, but she was still with Kennedy at the time. We didn't officially become anything until the next July. I hadn't picked her up, she came to me.

"I don't really pick up girls," I finally replied, "it's been hard, you know losing my wife."

"I understand," Leanne rubbed a little farther up my knee, "but whatever, you don't need her. She's like, with a chick right now."

"Yeah, you could say that."

Britta's POV-

I sat patiently in the room as Alex watched some dumb soap opera on TV. I hadn't asked him if Eric picked up. He probably wouldn't since what happened last night. Whatever. I was pregnant there's no way he could ignore that.

The door cracked open and Dr. McKenzie stepped in followed by Nurse Lynn. His lips were pursed together and the lines around his eyes were more prominent than before. Nurse Lynn looked upset, but as she noticed my glance she perked up.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I feel fine, doctor what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the baby? Is there something wrong with me?"

Dr. McKenzie sighed and pulled the stool closer to the table I sat upon. He lightly touched my hand and parted his lips.

"Britta," he lightly soothed, "I reviewed your ultrasound and it's…it's not…"

"What?" I pleaded, "please just tell me. I can handle it I promise."

Nurse Lynn covered her mouth as she tried to stop herself from choking up as well. Alex lifted out of the chair and climbed up on the table next to me. He lightly grabbed my hand and rubbed my thumb just the way he had last night.

"There was nothing on the ultrasound because there's nothing in your uterus," Dr. McKenzie explained.

"If there's nothing in there then how am I pregnant?" I asked. I could feel the back of my throat beginning to itch. I didn't want to cry. I didn't want anyone's sympathy; I just wanted to know what was wrong with me.

"I don't know if you're familiar with the term, but your case is called an ectopic pregnancy. That's when the egg is fertilized outside of the womb, most commonly the fallopian tubes."

"What does that mean? Can you just move it? Please, tell me my baby will be okay…"

"I'm so sorry," Dr. McKenzie pushed the stool back to the wall and swallowed hard. "I am truly sorry, there's nothing I can do."

That was it, the tears came pouring down. Alex held me as I shook with sobs. Nurse Lynn came over and rubbed my back. "It's gonna be okay," she whispered, "it's gonna be okay."

"So what am I going to do?" I exclaimed, "my baby's just going to die?"

"We'll have to perform an emergency treatment…"

"An abortion," I corrected him.

"Yes, if that's what you'd prefer to call it. You're not too far along so thankfully you don't need surgery, but I'm going to have to inject some methotrexate, which will stop the growth of the embryo."

Methotrexate. Ectopic. Abortion. I couldn't take it anymore. What had I done to deserve this? What had my son or daughter done to deserve this? It wasn't fair. Finally I looked up at the doctor and studied his exasperated expression.

"Fine," I whispered, "take it out. Take it out so I can go home."

"I promise you, everything will be fine. You'll be back on your feet by tomorrow and this doesn't mean you can't have more children in the future. You're perfectly healthy. This is just a freak occurrence."

"I understand, just please. Take it out, so I can leave."

"I'll set you up for an injection as soon as possible. For now why don't you try and rest okay?"

Dr. McKenzie came over and rubbed my knee, "I'm terribly sorry about all this, if there was anything else I could possibly do, please let me know."

"There's nothing you can do to save my baby?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, no there isn't," he sadly replied.

"Then no doctor, there isn't anything you can do for me."

Dr. McKenzie shook his head and turned to leave. "Britta," he called before opening the door, "I suggest you call your husband and let him know what's going on. He should know."

Eric's POV-

"Shhh" Leanne plastered her finger to her lips between her erupting giggles. We stood outside of Sam and Jesse's house and I attempted to turn the knob quietly. We stepped inside and the entire house was still. No one sat in the living room or the dining room, all the lights were off, and Tiffany's door was tightly shut. I looked behind me to see Wiley's Jetta parked in front of the house; well I knew what they were doing. But where was my son?

Leanne dragged me to the guest room and pushed the door open. I stumbled inside and noticed Hawke's crib was missing. Tiffany must've taken him for the night. Or he was up in Sam and Jesse's room.

Before I could think of Hawke again, Leanne was tugging at my jacket. She pulled it off and tossed it on the floor. I ran my hands down her back and she lightly kissed my neck. Fumbling towards the bed, Leanne kicked her shoes off and I slipped out of mine. We fell backwards on the pillow-top mattress cover and Leanne dragged her hands up my back.

"You're a naughty boy Chandler," she cooed as I tore off her shirt. My stomach gurgled from all the beer on an empty stomach. Leanne unclipped her bra and tossed it on the floor. Reached to tug off my shirt but she grabbed my hands and did it herself. She kissed down my chest and soon unbuckled my belt.

I kissed her forehead and instantly regretted it. Britta loved it when I kissed her forehead. She'd always giggle and form that little smile when only one of her dimples appeared. Her laugh filled my ears and the scent of her Midnight Pomegranate perfume was soon wafting around my nostrils. Guilt was driving me insane, but I couldn't back out now. Britta didn't back out when Alex undressed her. Britta. Britta. Get out of my head!

"Leanne," I mumbled, "maybe we…"

"Don't worry Chandler; I'm not going to hurt you." She tossed me down on my side of the bed and pulled down my jeans. It wasn't me I was worried about getting hurt.

Sam's POV-

The sun broke through the blinds as I awoke. I hoped the weather would be nice today; maybe Hawke and I could go for a walk in the park. That sounded fun. Jesse lay next to me, peacefully sleeping. I kissed the tip of his nose and slid out of bed. Hawke's crib, which Wiley and Jesse had carried upstairs to my room last night, sat in the corner and Hawke lay sleeping. I chuckled as I noticed Hawke's tiny thumb stuck in his mouth. Britta sucked her thumb when she was little too. How cute.

My nose was starting to feel stuffy so I shuffled over to the bathroom and pulled out the bottle of Afrin. Inhaling a few drops I placed it back in the cabinet and flipped my hair in the mirror. The small dish on the side of sink clinked as I turned on the water and nudged it with my wrist. I picked up my ring and slipped it on my finger. With all this chaos I hadn't had the chance to tell anyone that Jesse had proposed. It would have been such an amazing surprise, but Britta never came to Boston. I guess the news would have to wait.

Closing the door behind me I stepped back into our room and padded over to the door. The hardwood floor chilled my feet and quickly paced to the carpeted staircase. I raced down the steps and passed Tiffany's door. Wiley had slept over last night and I figured they'd be pretty…tied up. I kept walking and approached the guest bedroom. The door was tightly shut but something stuck out of the bottom crease. I picked it up and examined the piece of clothing. It was a black and white Sublime baseball tee. Eric wasn't wearing that yesterday. I checked the tag. Woman's small. WHAT? A vibrating sound buzzed from under the door and I craned my neck to see. Eric's phone lay on the ground spinning in circles as it rang. I sprang up from the floor and pushed the door open. Eric lay in bed with someone. I gasped as her arm slipped off her face and I realized who she was. I grabbed Eric's phone and ran out of the room.

"Holy shit!" I gasped as I collapsed onto the couch. "I-I-I have to call Jen. Holy shit!"

Tossing Eric's phone on the coffee table I grabbed the house phone and punched in Jen's number. "Holy shit, holy shit. Holy shit" I repeated over and over until Jen picked up.

"Sam," Jen groaned, "I don't know if you realize this, but here in Arizona it is 6:12 AM…."

"Jen!" I interrupted her, "you're never going to believe this."

"What?" she asked.

"Remember Leanne?" I anticipated her answer.

"Leanne from back home? The one that…"

"The one that slept with Wiley the day before he and Britta broke up," I finished her sentence.

"Yeah, what about her?" Jen groggily replied.

"She's in my house right now," I whispered, "she-she slept with Eric."

"WHAT?" Jen exclaimed, "Sam, if this is a joke this is not funny!"

"I'm serious," I urged, "I went in his room and she was lying in bed next to Eric, wearing his shirt."

"Holy shit," Jen breathed, "how…how are we gonna tell Britta?"

"Jen," I whispered, "how are we going to tell Britta?"

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