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Eric's POV-

I dropped the phone in my lap and sucked in a deep breath. My heart was racing and my head was pounding. Just the thought of Britta having to go through that alone made me slowly begin to hate myself. And then the thought of what I was doing while she went through, made me completely hate myself.

I tried to climb off the bed but as I reached the edge I fell to my knees and dug my face into the mattress. The comforter muffled my screams and I felt the tears start to puddle around my eye lids. What had I done? I punched the side of the bed and felt my knuckles crack. I had to fix this. I had to go to LA and find Britta in that hospital and explain everything that happened. She would understand; she was my wife. I loved her and she loved me. She'd know that it was all a miscommunication.

I grabbed my bag out of the closet and began shoving my clothes inside. Shirts and jeans were shrew across the floor and I scavenged to pick up each one. I grabbed a handful of socks and heard a crinkle. Dropping the socks in my bag I discovered a piece of paper. I folded it open it once and immediately recognized Britta's handwriting. It must have been old because the date read from 3 years ago. Holding onto the note I pushed a few things away and found a cardboard box marked "Old College Stuff." I peeked inside and a Seton Hall sweatshirt lay on top. Underneath were a few things Britta and Sam obviously had in their dorm before they moved to the beach house. It was weird to think they used to live in the beach house that Britta and I now used as our second home. It was weird thinking about Britta's life before we met. She used to be a normal college student. But there was always that step between college and us…

I looked down at the note and began reading out loud.

My Dearest Samantha,

I'm writing to fill you in on my life. A lot of new exciting things have been happening. I moved to Arizona. I'm no longer living it up in Cali, sadly. But it's okay, cause I moved in with Kennedy. Everything changes when I'm with him Sam. I was so scared about coming to California all by myself, but he made everything okay. I'm trying new things, I'm singing all the time. I even tried sushi! But most of all, I'm doing something I never thought I could…I'm falling in love. It's crazy and fun, and scary, and everything I ever wanted to be. It's like my hearts on a treadmill whenever I look at him, and when he kisses me…oh god. Sam, I don't think I'm ever coming home. I miss you so much though, please tell me you're visiting soon!! But even if you can't it's okay, cause guess what? The Maine's going to be on Warped…and Kennedy asked me to come with them. I'm going on Warped! I'm so excited!

Anyway, sorry I'm boring you with all this mushy stuff, but you know me. After Wiley I was so scared of being hurt again. Even though Wiley didn't technically do anything wrong, we were broken up when it happened, but still. Guys and I just don't see eye to eye on things. I just want to protect my heart, and they're out to break it. Thank God I found someone like Kennedy. I know he'd never break my heart. He just couldn't. But then again, I'm only 18 and he's a 20 year old guy. Maybe I'm too naïve…or blinded by how fast I'm falling for him. Either way, I never want to stop feeling this way and I probably never will.

I'll call you soon. I love and miss you!

-Britta

Britta's POV-

If I thought I was numb before, I had no idea what numb meant compared to that moment. Sam dropped the paper and ran over to my bed side as I erupted into sobs. Jen picked up Sam's and crinkled it into hers. She tossed it in the trash and crawled up on the bed next to me. She hugged me tight and I laced my fingers into her hair. The tears fell harder as I tried to ask them what happened, or how they knew. Sam whispered "It's going to be okay." But I knew it wasn't.

"How, how did you find out?" I finally asked.

"She was in my house," Sam angrily replied, "she was in the guest bedroom with him. She didn't see me, thank goodness."

"But why?" I begged.

"I don't know, but there is no valid excuse for what he did. You don't deserve that," Jen replied.

"But why?" I slammed my hands into my lap and slowly began to breakdown.

"He thought you were cheating on him," Sam admitted, "with Alex."

Alex shot up out of the love seat and came over to the bed. Confusion ran across his face as he tapped Sam's shoulder, "and why would he think that?"

"Because Sam's an idiot," Jen replied.

"What?" I pleaded, "will someone please just tell me what's going on?"

"Sam told Eric that Alex was your guy from that pact thing from your bachelorette party…"

"WHAT?" I exclaimed, "Alex was not my guy, no offense Alex."

"None taken," Alex backed away from the bed, "I wasn't aware of this pact. I just thought that you said you'd cheat on your husband with me."

"Ugh Alex," I rolled my eyes, "you were Lacey's guy. I said Lacey said she'd cheat with you, when I was explaining how she slept with Kennedy. I must have been so drunk I told you you were my guy."

"Remind me to never talk to you when you're drunk," Alex laughed. "And uh, where's Lacey?" He winked and pranced out of the room.

"So what are you going to do?" Sam asked. "Eric's in Boston with Hawke."

"Well first I'm going to get the fuck out of this hospital. I sniffled and buzzed for the nurse. She came in followed by a doctor I didn't recognized. I explained to them that I was ready to go home. The doctor agreed that I had recovered well and could leave as soon as my discharge papers were filled. The nurse gently unhooked my IV and I felt a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I was finally free.

The doctor turned to leave but soon stopped short. "Britta," he said in a slight Boston accent, "after the embryo was flushed out, we were able to determine the sex. Would you like to know what you were carrying?"

Sam grabbed my hand and I shook my head, "sure, you can tell me."

"It was a boy," he smiled, "I hope this doesn't discourage you for the future. You're a healthy young lady and can have all the babies you want."

Why did everyone keep telling me that? I know! Maybe I was supposed to be more mentally damaged than I was. Maybe I was stronger than I thought.

"So what would you have named him?" the doctor asked. I had to think about it for a second.

"Jack," I finally answered, "Jack Dawson."

"That's a nice name." He nodded and left the room. I couldn't believe I was carrying another boy. Hawke would have had a little brother. I began to choke up and stopped myself. I couldn't breakdown again. Had to get out of the hospital, and back home, and eventually get my son.

"So you have to go to the hotel to get your stuff right?" Sam asked. "You're at the Hilton right?"

"How'd you know?" I asked as I grabbed my clothes Alex had brought me a few days ago.

"Alex told me when we called," Jen explained, "we told him not to tell you we were coming. We figured you'd get suspicious."

"I'm glad you came," I replied, "I don't think I would have been able to get that kind of news over the phone."

"I'm really sorry by the way Britt," Jen sympathized, "sorry about everything."

"It's okay," I felt my cheeks begin to get hott. The back of my throat began to itch. "I just have to get out of this hospital and go home." I slipped into the bathroom as the tears began to fall again and collapsed into the sink. I didn't want to cry anymore, but I couldn't help it.

Sam's POV-

Britta ran into the bathroom and I slipped out into the hall. I pulled out my phone and punched in a number I had forgotten I'd memorized. It rang a few times before he picked up.

"Hey Kenny," I weakly replied as soon as he picked up. "I know I'm the last person you want to be talking to right now, but we need to talk."

"What's up?" he asked.

"It's Britta…"

"What happened? Is she okay? Did something happen at the hospital?"

"How'd you know she was in the hospital?"

"Alex called me, I just visited her a few hours ago," he explained.

"You came to visit her?" I asked, "did she tell you anything about Eric?"

"She said she hadn't talked to him in a while…"

"He cheated on her," I replied, "with a girl that already did this to her a long time ago."

"Leanne?"

"Yeah," I answered, not knowing he knew about Leanne. But then again, he pretty much knew everything about Britta; he was the first person she even fully opened up to.

"She's pretty upset and I think you guys should talk," I suggested, "you might be able to calm her down for a while before she really loses it."

"I'll come back to the hospital. I'm only at Garrett and Rachael's; they just got back from Arizona a few days ago."

"We're leaving the hospital now," I explained, "but meet us at the hotel. It's the Hilton on 5th."

"Okay." I heard a car door pop open and the background noise muffled to an engine starting.

"Kennedy."

"Yeah Sam."

"Thanks." This wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. "You know for still being around. Even for me."

"I'll always be around," I could tell he was smiling. "And Sam, don't ever be afraid to call me. If Britta needs me, if you need me. I don't want this to be awkward for any of us. We can still be friends."

"I know," I shook my head. "Oh and guess what?"

"What?"

"I'm getting married!"

"Sam that's awesome!" Kennedy exclaimed, "I'm so happy for you!"

"Thank you," I smiled, "and Kenny, can you keep a secret?"

"I sure can," he replied.

"I'm pregnant."

Britta's POV-

We pulled up to the hotel and I hopped out of the car. Jen and Sam didn't flinch. "Aren't you guys coming?" I asked, peeking my head back into the car.

"Nah, we'll wait for you," Jen replied.

"It looks like it's going to rain anyway," Sam added.

"Guys, we're in LA. It doesn't rain."

Sam and Jen laughed. I rolled my eyes and shut the door. Whatever they were planning I didn't care.

I jogged into the hotel and smiled at Amanda. She gave me a look as I passed the desk.

"What did I do?" I teasingly asked.

"I knew you were lying!" she exclaimed.

"I'm not lying about anything!" I replied, defensively.

"Okay," she rolled her eyes, "well go up to your room and bring your husband back down and we'll see who's lying."

WHAT? There was no way Eric was already in LA. That was impossible. I jumped in the elevator and rode up to my floor. I reached the door and punched in my key card. The door flew open and I marched inside. Rounding the corner I met eyes with Kennedy and he sprang out of the chair in the corner.

"Sam called me," he mumbled, "I'm so sorry."

"Come here," I whispered. He shuffled over and I dropped into his arms. I couldn't hold back anymore. The sobs and cries came pouring out and I dug my face into his chest. He kissed the top of my head and whispered something into my hair.

"How'd you get a key to my room?" I finally asked.

"I kinda lied to Amanda," he laughed, "I told her I was your husband and I wanted to surprise you."

"Well I was surprised," I giggled, "thank you for this, I needed someone. I needed you."

"Well you got me," Kennedy smiled, "we have a lot to talk about huh?"

I sadly shook my head and leaned my forehead on his. "My world is falling apart," I whispered.

"When my world is falling apart
When there's no light to break up the dark
That's when I, I...
I look at you." Kennedy softly sang.

"You know I hate Miley Cyrus," I teased.

"I know," Kennedy smirked, "but you love being sung to, and the song just fit."

"You're a dork," I poked his chest and backed away.

I grabbed my bag and double checked the room that I hadn't left anything. Just as I turned to leave I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

"Someone calling?" Kennedy asked.

"No," I shook my head, "If someone was calling there'd be a ring tone. This must be my calendar. But what's today?"

I pulled out my phone and unlocked the screen. "NEW CALENDER EVENT!" It flashed.

Kennedy cleared his throat and I looked back down at the screen. I clicked open and read the words out loud. "October 2nd. Kennedy and I's three year anniversary."

"You kept it in your calendar?" he softly asked.

"It's been three years," I gushed.

"Since we were something," Kennedy sighed.

"No…since I discovered love."

Kennedy pulled me into another hug and I dropped my phone in my bag.

"I just want to go home," I admitted.

"Then let's go," Kennedy walked me towards the door. We returned to the lobby and Amanda winked at me. I stopped and swallowed hard.

"Amanda, you shouldn't be working in this hotel."

"I don't mind it…"

"No," I interrupted her, "It's not fair. Who gets to choose who escapes and who doesn't? You deserve more than this."

"No Britta, you don't understand. Working in this hotel is my escape. I used to have "the life." I was modeling for this company. I got into some bad stuff and started missing work. One day I showed up and they had replaced me with some red-headed bimbo. They just dropped me, and I knew I needed help. I cleaned up and got a job here. I don't regret it for a second."

I knew exactly who that "red-headed bimbo" was. Lacey. And she was getting herself into exactly what Amanda had escaped.

"You're the lucky one," I whispered, "the red-headed bimbo is going nowhere."

"I know," Amanda nodded, "you be safe out there Britta. And don't forget me."

"I promise you, I won't."

With that, Kennedy and I left the hotel and started for the parking lot. Jen and Sam had found a spot and were jamming out to Taylor Swift when I reached the car.

"Guys," I called into the window. "I'm gonna ride home with Kennedy okay?"

"That was the plan," Jen smiled devilishly and put the car in drive. "See you on the flip side," she called out the window.

I waved after them and slid into Kennedy's car. He plopped down into the driver's seat, started the car and grabbed something out of the back.

"I was cleaning the apartment the other day and found this." He handed me an old piece of paper and I nervously unfolded it. It was an old M.A.S.H. we had played on our first ride from LA to Arizona three years before. We lived in a mansion in New Jersey and had a pet zebra. And one child. A boy, we had named Jack. Jack Dawson Brock.

***

The house was still and quiet when Kennedy and I finally opened the front door and stepped in. I hadn't been home in a little while and I had forgotten how beautiful my own home could be. Memories seeped from the walls and my head began to hurt. I stumbled towards the stairs and Kennedy followed, carrying my bag.

We reached the bedroom and I instructed Kennedy to toss my bag down on the floor. It was dark out and the only light came from the moon and the small lamp on my nightstand. I slumped down on the bed and Kennedy handed me a pair of pajama pants that were sticking out from under the bed. I patted for him to join me as I slipped on the pants and finally lay my head on the pillow.

"I should probably go." He slowly inched towards the door.

"No don't," I screeched, "please don't leave me alone. I can't face this house or anything alone right now."

Kennedy stood contemplating and finally shrugged out of his jacket. He neatly placed it on the back of the computer chair and kicked off his shoes. He lay down next to me and I reached to turn the lamp off.

"This is a one night deal, btw." I teased.

"Oh, so no sex?" Kennedy joked.

"In your dreams!"

Kennedy chuckled, "Well actually, in yours."

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