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Sorry it took me so long. I know what I want to happen, I just wasn't sure how to get to that point, so I ended up deleting some stuff I originally had written and re-doing part of this chapter. I hope it was worth your wait, though. Thanks so much for all of the reviews, favorites, and alerts!

"That's it," I groaned, grabbing the baseball bat by my bedside and getting up. "I'll put him in a sleep so deep he can't ever snore again!"

"Sonny," Skylar warned, grabbing my hand and tugging me back towards the bed. He had spent the night here to make sure Chad was okay. "Leave him alone. You'll fall asleep eventually. Just ignore it."

I pouted. "But he's been snoring all night! It's two in the morning, Sky! I can't take it anymore!"

He gently pulled me back into the bed and covered me with my blanket. "Just relax and try to sleep. You can't even hear it that well, Sonny. You're just stressed out and cranky."

My jaw dropping, I grabbed a pillow and whacked him with it. "Asshole!" He laughed, shrugging as if to say 'it's true, you know'. Well, it was not true. "I'm not cranky. I'm sleep-deprived. There's a difference. And you aren't making it any better by acting like I'm a germ you have to stay as far away from as possible. I'm not a germ! I'm actually very clean, I'll have you know!"

"Shh." He laughed quietly. "You're going to wake Chad up." He sighed and wrapped an arm around me. "I don't think you're a germ. I just don't want to invade your privacy, Sonny."

"Well, you could at least get under the covers."

"Would that make you feel better?" he teased.

"Very much so, I'll have you know."

My boyfriend sighed dramatically. "Then I guess I have no choice but to invade your privacy. Oh, Sonny, Sonny, Sonny. You really shouldn't have said that."

Confused, I looked at him. "Why not?"

"Because now," he grinned, "I have to take up the whole bed." And with that said, he jumped under the covers, taking them all, and spread out until I fell off the bed with a loud thunk.

"Thanks, Skylar."

"Any time, chica."

….

Chad's Point of View

It was nine thirty in the morning, and I was back in one of the white plastic chairs of the hospital lobby. Skylar was next to me, his eyes only half open in tiredness. He had left a note for Sonny so if she wanted to, she could meet us when she woke up. We had been here for the past three hours (being the pain in the ass that I am, I had woken him up at the crack of dawn to take me back to the hospital), and Skylar still hadn't asked any questions – I think he was afraid I would go silent again (to be honest, so was I).

I leaned back in the chair, letting out a breath of impatience. When would I be able to see her? All I knew was that for now, she was stable. They didn't tell me if or when she would wake up, they didn't tell me what was wrong with her, and they didn't tell me if I still had a baby. I, for one, was going nuts with frustration.

Finally, Skylar broke the silence. "So, what do you know about her condition? I know Sonny said they told you something last night, but she didn't say what it was. I don't even know if she knows. I mean, they have to have told you something important by now, right?"

"Nope."

"You don't know anything?"

I shook my head. "Not anything important."

He chuckled sardonically. "Man, I would have punched a couple of doctors out by now. You've got a hell of a lot of self-control."

I looked at him, smirking. "Yeah, well they're certainly testing it."

Sighing, he leaned back in his chair again. "So, what did they tell you last night then? They haven't told you anything today."

I bit my lip, looking down and speaking quietly. "Well, they told me two things. They told me that she's stable, and…um…they told me that she's…pregnant. Of course, your intuitive girlfriend already knew that."

And just like that, Skylar didn't look so tired anymore. Eyes wide, jaw slacked, he stuttered out, "Sh-she's p-p-pregnant?"

I nodded, laughing a little. "Dude, you're taking it worse than I did. What's the matter with you?" I was baffled by his reaction – did someone forget to explain the birds and the bees to him?

"Nothing," he squeaked. "I just have to…to go to the bathroom, that's all. Um, I'll, I'll be back in a minute." It got even weirder, because when he left…I was pretty sure he went in the opposite direction of the bathroom.

…..

Sonny's Point of View

I walked over to Chad and sat down in the seat to his left, dropping my purse on the chair next to me. "Hey. I got your note. Where's Skylar?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. He freaked out and went to the bathroom…forty five minutes ago."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What did he freak out about? Did he say he was going anywhere besides the bathroom? Do you think he got lost? And have you heard anything more from the doctors?"

"In the order you asked: I don't know, no, I highly doubt it, and do you think I'd look this agitated if they had told me anything?"

"Well that's weird," I muttered. He looked confused, so I clarified. "Both that he's gone still and that they haven't told you anything yet." He nodded silently, and with that, we settled back into the tense silence the hospital atmosphere brings with it.

A couple minutes later, Skylar came back, looking grim. "Um, I ran into the doctor on the way back from the bathroom…he said Brit's awake and that you can go see her."

Before I had time to register this new information, Chad had hopped up and ran off in the direction of her room. "I think you just made his day. Why were you in the bathroom for so long?"

He smiled at me, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I stopped in the hospital gift shop for a few minutes before going to the bathroom. Good morning, by the way." He leaned in and pecked my lips quickly before pulling away. "We should give Chad some time before we follow."

"We should just wait here," I grumbled. "Sick or not, she still hates me. Besides, I don't want to make her day worse, either."

He nodded, sitting down next to me and putting an arm around my shoulder. "It's good that she's awake and that Chad can see her now. I was worried his head was going to explode with worry – not that I would blame him if it did."

I nodded, settling in the chair so I was fully wrapped around his arm. "Yeah, I don't know why it took so long. Doctors have seen pretty much everything, right? Why couldn't they tell him what was wrong with her sooner?"

"That's what I was wondering, too."

…

Chad's Point of View

I smiled as I entered the room, kissing Brit's head before sitting down in a chair next to her bed. "How do you feel, baby?"

She shrugged, a sleepy smile on her face. "Drugged. I don't know what's in this IV, but it makes me all loopy."

"But you're pregnant; isn't there some sort of rule against taking that kind of medicine while being pregnant?"

"It must be something specifically for pregnant women." She looked down, playing eith the blanket that covered her. "I didn't think you knew about that, though." There was something in her eyes that made me suspect she did know I knew she was pregnant, but that was impossible, right? "I should have told you. I was going to; I just didn't know how to yet."

"Don't worry about it right now, okay? Have you talked to the doctors yet?"

"Just so they knew I was up and could check vitals or something. They said they'll be in shortly to answer our questions." She nodded seriously, her eyes trying really hard to focus on me. Wow. Whatever they gave her was strong. I bet she wouldn't even feel it if I pinched her right now…not that I would try.

Before I could say anything else, a man in scrubs walked into the room, a small smile on his face. "Hi. I'm Dr. Carson, and I understand you're Brittany Davis and Chad Cooper. It's nice to meet you."

"Dylan," I mumbled, but let it go. There were more important things than my middle name right now. "Nice to meet you, too."

Brit just looked at him and blurted out, "What's wrong with me?"

He sighed, biting his lip. "It's very unusual, really. This rarely happens. It seems…well, you haven't miscarried because your body wouldn't let you, though every symptom pointed to the fact that under normal circumstances, you would have. We aren't sure how this happened." He took another deep breath and continued. "You see, your body is rejecting this pregnancy, which happens to some women, but it's also stopping you from miscarrying, which doesn't usually happen. However, that doesn't mean you won't miscarry. I suggest you go on bed rest – at least until we give you a green light – if you want to keep this baby alive."

We both nodded simultaneously, and she said, "Okay. Whatever it takes."

He smiled again. "Well, your vitals look okay, so you're free to go. I'd suggest staying somewhere near here in case this happens again; also, that'll make it easier to you to get to and from check-ups."

She looked at me. "Can I move back in?" I nodded. "Great. Then I think we're set. Can you take me off of this IV now? It's making my head spin."

"Of course. I'll see you again next week to make sure everything is going smoothly." And with that, he moved to take out her IV, gave her a form to sign, and we were ready to go.

…

Sonny's Point of View

About an hour after he had gone in, Chad was back in the lobby, this time with Brit next to him. I smiled and nudged Skylar, both of us getting up and walking over to them. "Hey, Brit. Do you feel okay?" Skylar remained silent and so did Brit, oddly enough. It was like they were having a stare down. Why, I didn't know. Neither of them knew each other, so why did it look like they were having a conversation with their eyes?

Chad and I exchanged confused glances and he cleared his throat. "She's fine. She's going to stay with me for a while."

"And the baby?" That one was Skylar. I guess I had been mistaken when I thought they were staring each other down. It seemed more like she was just eyeing him now. I grabbed his hand and tugged him closer in an almost territorial way. She did the same with Chad. Well, at least we knew where each other stood.

She still didn't say anything, now staring me down so Chad answered for her. "The baby's fine, too. We're going to head out now and take a cab to my place. Sonny, I'll call you later, okay? I want to talk to you about something. "I nodded and Brit rolled her eyes but refrained from saying anything about it. Then again, she looked kind of out of it, so that could be why.

…

"Okay, I know the last thing you want is to spend time with Brit, and I'm sure that's the last thing she wants, too, but I trust you more than anyone else to keep an eye on her and I do have work every day."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes and fixing my hair in the mirror across from my bed. As promised, Chad had called me later, but at the moment I was wishing he had forgotten. "And I don't?"

He groaned. "I know you do, but you can get people to cover your shift. There's only one of these faces – at least only one with my incredible acting skills. Chaz doesn't count." Right. I had met Chaz once or twice. He was Chad's stunt double on the Falls.

I rolled my eyes, grudgingly agreeing. "Okay, maybe, but why would I want to spend time with her? She's a big girl; she can take care of herself."

"I don't want her to get out of bed right now. She could hurt herself or the baby." He let out a frustrated breath. "Sonny, I hate to go there, but you've left me no choice. You're obligated to help me because I never told Skylar about the time you ditched him for yours truly. Don't make me blackmail you."

My jaw dropped. "You're really going to stoop that low?" How dare he.

"I have no choice – if it's the only way you'll help me, so be it."

I practically growled into the phone. "Fine."

"Thanks, Sonshine. I knew you'd see it my way."

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