MUST READ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys. So I had originally planned to keep this a one-shot, but the story kept talking to me, so I decided to roll with it. Once this chapter was done, I decided to leave this up to you: YOU as the readers will read this chapter. If you want the story to continue, review (or PM me if you prefer to keep it private) and let me know. If things go well, I'll keep going. But it's in your hands now. I hope you like this chapter!

It took about a month for Diana and William to get comfortable with a routine. William would always wake up first, at five fifteen exactly every morning. He would drag himself out of bed and get into the bathroom. He would use the restroom, shower for ten minutes, then shave. He would get dressed, put on cologne, then go to kiss his wife. Every morning she would wake up to the feel of his lips, the sound of his voice, and the scent of his favorite cologne. They would always go downstairs and have breakfast together on the back patio. After that William would head off to work by six, and Diana would wait for her nurse to show up at 7 sharp. After that, she had the day to spend as she pleased. She often spent her time reading, writing, and solving crossword puzzles. Her husband would arrive home by seven at the latest. The nurse left after he got home and the two of them had dinner together. After Dinner she often called her son. They would talk from anywhere from a few minutes to an hour depending on if he was at work or not. After that there was a few hours of free time before She and her husband would retire to their bedroom for the night. They would always get to bed at eleven to do it all over again the next day.

She continued to battle her schizophrenia and Alzheimer's. While the schizophrenia continued to take her away frequently and without warning, the Alzheimer's was much slower in taking hold of her, like mist creeping forward in the night. But it came with slight warnings: the confusion that began seeping into her brain, the vacant look in her eyes, and the stiffening of her body when touched. But she still came back every time, feeling guilty for ever leaving. But, as anticipated, William would soothe her anxieties and make her forget about the incident entirely- mostly with love making.

About a month later, Diana started getting the feeling that something wasn't quite right. Normally she would have attributed that to her Schizophrenia, but this was different. It was instinctual. Primal in nature. There were very early signs, but they were easy to write off as being a part of her illness. Exhaustion, of course, was easily dismissed as a side effect of her medication. Her dreams were much more vivid and easy to remember, but that was easy to ignore. There was a metal taste in her mouth, yet she didn't really notice it that often. What clued her into what was really going on, though, was what happened to her one day at lunch.

She had been sitting there with a sandwich when she smelled something absolutely foul. She ran from the room and bolted for the toilet where she was sick immediately. When she stumbled back to the table, she tried to figure out what had smelled so terrible. Breathing carefully so as not to smell the awful scent, she picked the sandwich apart until she saw it. Mustard. Then suddenly, everything clicked into place.

The smell of mustard had made her sick when she was pregnant with Spencer, too.

Her eyes widened as the realization washed over her. Could that really be it? She didn't know. She called her nurse over and asked her to get her a pregnancy test from the store. Reluctantly, she agreed, and Diana was left alone with her thoughts.

She started pacing the room, trying to burn off a little energy. Her anxiety shot through the roof, and she wished her husband and son were there to calm her nerves. That couldn't be right- she was too old to have children. More so, she couldn't have a baby right now, not when the possibility of forgetting it ran so high. The fear that pulsed through her was so raw and unfamiliar she almost had a panic attack. When the nurse came back after an eternity of waiting, she snatched the test into her hands and went to the bathroom to take it. She followed the instructions to the letter and then went out to the bedroom to wait.

Her stress was so great that she couldn't keep her hallucinations at bay. Her schizophrenia swept her away into an imaginary world where her fears were confirmed. She was pregnant. And when she told William, he left her all over again. Without him to watch over her, she was shunted back to the sanitarium, where she couldn't take her medication anymore because of the baby. When it finally came time to deliver the child, she was told that it was a stillborn. All of her suffering and panic had been for nothing. When the shock of it wore off, she cried and cried.

When the hallucination came to a close and she realized that it was all in her mind, it was sunset. William would be home soon. Then she glanced at the bathroom and realized she hadn't seen the test yet. As soon as she was about to get up and look at the test, a knock came at her door.

"Diana, your husband is here!" Called the nurse. Confusion washed over her. What was he doing here so early?

She opened the door to be dragged forward.

"Will, what are you doing here?" She asked.

"Spencer called. He's in town and needs us for something."

"Can it wait? I was in the middle of-"

"He said it was an emergency."

Diana was torn between the child who she already had and the possible child that might be growing inside of her. Eventually she decided that Spencer was much more important. Still, she couldn't help the worry that knotted up her stomach. The ride to the police station seemed to take a lifetime. Every time she started to tell him about her suspicions she chickened out and said something else to distract him. They pulled up to the police station and she paused.

"Will, there's something I need to tell you..."

"Don't worry about it honey. We can talk about it later."

He got out of the car and she sighed. "I might be pregnant." She said to no one before getting out of the car.

The two of them found Spencer easily enough. He was in the front with a stack of Manila folders. When he looked up and saw them, he was relieved.

"Spencer, what's wrong?" Asked William.

"We need to get you both in protective custody now." He said, urgently.

"What? Why?"

"Lou Jenkins escaped from prison."

"What?" Asked Diana, shocked.

"We have to get you to Washington."

"We can't just leave. I left something at the house that I need to-"

"I've already got you the jet."

"But I can't fly. It could be dangerous for-"

"I promise it will be okay, Mom. That plane is the safest in the world."

"No, you're not understanding me! I might be... I- I might... Might be..." The words shrunk from a loud shout to a quiet whisper. Diana felt the ground tilt beneath her, and before she even knew what was happening, she passed out. William caught her before she hit the ground.

"Honey?!"

"Mom?!"

"I'm taking her to the hospital." Said William.

Spencer nodded, looking pale. "Can I come with you?"

He nodded and picked up his wife. The three of them went to the nearest hospital and Diana was quickly admitted. Barely aware of what was happening, her world was in a state of flux. The only constants were her husband and son beside her. The two of them kept talking to her. When one of them ran out of steam or couldn't think of what to say, the other jumped in.

Time seemed to pass Diana by at an unprecedented rate. She seemed to live in a hazy state of semi consciousness, divided into reality and non-reality. Non-reality was quiet, with an oozy black quality to it. Reality was full of blinding fluorescent lights, slurred voices, and annoying beeping. As she stood, teetering between the two states, she tried to figure out what to do now. Sometimes she leaned one way, to try and block it out, and sometimes the other way to be with her family. She was in reality when the doctor finally returned with her test results. Her eyes opened a little. As soon as the doctor appeared, William shot up from his chair.

"How is she, Doctor?"

"I don't know how to tell you this, Mr. Reid, but your wife is pregnant."

The look on William's face was priceless. The shock, confusion, and fear swirled around in his mind, creating a cocktail of emotions that instantly intoxicated him. He stared at the doctor, mouth agape. He was so surprised that he almost didn't hear his wife's quiet sigh of "I knew it".

"That's... That's not... It's... What?" He stammered.

"It surprised me too." The doctor admitted, running a hand through his short blonde hair.

"But that's impossible!" He said, shocked.

"It's rare, certainly, but not impossible. There are still a few women who are able to still have children at her age. Although the risks of pregnancy at her age are tremendous. The chance of miscarriage is much higher in women over 35. It could be extremely dangerous for her health."

He was quiet for a long time. "What are our options?"

"There are really only two options at this point: you can continue with the pregnancy or you can terminate it. If you choose to continue there are a variety of things to choose from, but for now we'll just worry about the first two."

"Thank you, Doctor."

The doctor nodded and left them be for the moment.

William turned back to his son, who was staring at his mother intently. William knew what he must be seeing- it was the same thing he was: a woman who had been beaten down by life trying to keep going and make the most of her time left with her family. The two of them shared a look. Neither could hide the fear in their eyes. When William looked at his wife again, her eyes were open and she was alert. He tried to smile, but it started to wobble with sadness so he quickly stopped, trying to stay strong for her.

"This is what you were trying to tell me, wasn't it?"

"Yes." Her eyes were quickly pooling with tears, and William hugged her tightly. Spencer took it as a sign to leave and went out into the waiting room. Diana held tight to her husband. "I'm so afraid." She whispered. "I don't know if I can do this again."

"Pregnancy?"

"Going off of my meds."

Going off of her medication was indeed a dangerous prospect. William hadn't thought about it until she mentioned it. He held her just a bit tighter.

"You're so much stronger than you realize." He whispered into her ear. She shook in his embrace. He held her upright as she cried. Finally, he asked, "What are you going to do?"

He could feel her tears seeping through his shirt as she considered the idea.

"I don't know..." She looked at him fearfully.

"Do whatever you think is right. I'll support you."

William pulled his wife into his lap as he sat down on the couch. There wasn't really very much he could do. He hated that. He preferred to be a man of action. But this wasn't his choice to make. His wife was already unstable. He couldn't bear to watch her suffer. He didn't want to influence her choice in any way. No matter what she chose, it would mean hardship for both of them.

Diana was torn. She had never thought that she would ever have another child. She didn't think she could handle the terror that her mind conjured up when she was without medication. But on the other hand, she didn't think she had the heart to kill the baby growing inside of her either. Everything that had happened in her life had led her to this moment. Now, here she stood, hopelessly unprepared and scared out of her mind. Yet her husband's words encouraged her. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as she thought.

Maybe she could do this.

Finally, she stopped sobbing. William was silent. Those few minutes of quiet were somehow worse for him than when she was crying. At least then he knew how she felt. When she looked at him, her eyes glistened like prisms.

"Okay."

He raised an eyebrow. She held his hand.

"I'll keep it."

He smiled and held her close. There was so much he wanted to tell her- how proud he was of her, how beautiful, brave, and strong she was, how he was thrilled to be a father again, and how he promised to be there through it all so he wouldn't miss anything. Instead of saying it, he planted a kiss on her forehead. That said everything and more.