Nine Months
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean no
infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal enjoyment
and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
A/N Just so everyone knows, Thomas is VERY OOC in this chapter!! You've been
warned....
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Chapter 4
Morning sickness, fighting, and hormones......OH MY!!!
Now that Vincent knew of his impending fatherhood, Catherine knew she would
now have to tackle the biggest challenge of all.....her father.
Thomas Chandler might not biologically be her father, but he had always been
the one she called "daddy." When she was a little girl, he had been the one to
tuck her in at night, read her stories, and chase away the monsters in her
closet. He had been her protector and her hero.
After her mother died, Thomas changed. He reverted into himself, and cut
himself off from his two daughters. It fell to 19 year old Catherine to take
care of her 15 year old sister. When she was going through her mother's papers
one day, she came across something that stopped her heart in her chest. Clutched
in her hands were paperwork pertaining to adoption. Catherine read through the
papers, and saw her name typed as the adoptee, and Thomas Chandler listed as the
adopter.
Catherine had taken the papers to Thomas, demanding answers. He told her the
truth, that her mother had been pregnant with Catherine when they met. He had
adopted Catherine legally when she was only a few weeks old. He knew nothing of
her biological father, for Vanessa had not shared that information with him.
Catherine had railed at him, wondering why he had never told her the truth.
He told her that her mother had never wanted her to know.
Catherine had been studying law at College, planning on taking after her
father. After she learned how much had been withheld from her, she decided to
change her major, opting instead to become a detective. Her hope was that she
could find out the truth about her biological father.
Her change of study didn't go over well. Thomas begged her to reconsider,
saying that her mother had her reasons for hiding the truth from her and she
should respect that. After a long shouting match between Thomas, Catherine and
Heather, she left her father's home, effectively closing the door on her
familial relationship.
It took a couple years for her and Heather to become close again. Heather had
took her leaving rather hard, and it was only once Heather met Evan, and
realized that he and Catherine worked together, that she had held out a
figurative olive branch, paving the way for the sisters to reunite.
It took a little longer for Thomas to come around, but soon, the Chandler
family was once again whole.
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A couple of weeks after she told Vincent, Catherine was ready to tell the
other man in her life her news. She drummed her fingernails on the desk as the
line rang in her ear.
"This is Thomas Chandler...."
Catherine blew out a shaky breath. "Hi, Dad. It's Catherine," she said.
"Hey, sweetie! I haven't heard from you since your sister's wedding!" he
said, and Catherine cringed.
"Yeah, I know. I'm...uh....sorry about that. Works been.....hectic. And I
wasn't feeling all that great."
"Oh, well I'm sorry to hear that. So, what's going on, Catherine? You hardly
ever call me at work."
"Um.....are you doing anything for lunch?" Catherine asked.
"Didn't have any distinct plans. Why? Did you want to meet somewhere?"
"Yeah. I.....need to tell you something. Something important."
"Okay. How about "Mulvany's?" Say.....45 minutes?"
"Sounds good, Dad. I'll see in 45 minutes," Catherine said, before ending the
call.
45 minutes later, Catherine was waiting at a table. She had just getting
ready to order a drink when Thomas stepped in the door. He walked toward her,
kissing her cheek before taking the opposite seat. When the waitress came over,
they ordered their drinks, and looked at the menu while they waited. Once the
waitress returned, they ordered and waited for their food to arrive.
Thomas eyed the large burger and fries that were placed in front of Catherine
several minutes later with shock.
"Hungry?" he joked. Catherine blushed, embarrassed. Now that she knew of her
pregnancy, she realized that many things she had initially attributed to a
stomach bug, had actually been the early indicators of her pregnancy. The nausea
and vomiting had actually been the beginning of her morning sickness.
Thankfully, it was only present in the morning, and by the afternoon, her
appetite was borderline raptorous. Tess, her partner, had begun teasing her
about the fact that she had given up coffee in favor of tea. Everyone knew that
you didn't cross Catherine Chandler before she had her morning cup of coffee...
or five....
Catherine had also noticed that her sense of smell seemed to be heightened as
well. Her usual floral scent of choice made her slightly ill in fact. She had
changed it to a subtle, earthy scent to avoid the nausea that usually followed.
Her clothes still fit fine, but she knew that wouldn't be the case for much
longer. She was tiny and slight of build, so she knew her stomach would show
quicker than average.
Realizing she hadn't answered Thomas yet, she put an innocent expression on
her face. "I forgot breakfast this morning, that's all." She wasn't lying, per
se....
Thomas clucked his tongue, shaking his head. "Catherine......"
"I know, I know," Catherine said, sighing heavily. "Dad, I need to tell you
something."
Thomas eyed Catherine, and for the first time noticed that there seemed to be
something off about her. She stared back at him, and he swore he saw fear in her
eyes. "What is it, sweetheart? Are you okay? Has something happened to you?"
Catherine drew in a shaky breath, and gulped down some of her drink.
Gathering her courage, she said, "Before I say anything, I just want to tell you
that this wasn't planned and I'm hoping you will be as happy as I am about my
news."
Thomas' eyes swept over her, and he gasped. "You finally met someone! Oh
sweetheart, that's wonderful! Who is he? When do I get to meet him?"
Catherine blushed, and dropped her gaze. "Um.....sort of. Um.....he's a
doctor. I met him at Heather's wedding."
Thomas' brows knit together. Then, his eyes widened. "Was it the guy that was
sitting with you? Brooke noticed how well the two of you seemed to be getting
along," he commented.
Catherine felt her face flush again. He had nooooo
idea......
"Yeah...uh.....that's him. His name is Vincent Keller. We....um....."
Catherine tried, but she couldn't get the words out.
Thomas reached across the table, taking her hands gently. "What is it
sweetheart?"
Catherine gulped, dropping her gaze. "I'm pregnant with his baby."
The silence was deafening. The only indicator that he heard her was the fact
that his hands tightened around hers. When the silence became oppressive ,
Catherine met Thomas' eyes.
His face was set in a hard mask, his lips pressed together. He was breathing
heavily, and his eyes looked like fire. Catherine was afraid.
"Let me get this straight.....you are pregnant? You are having a baby with a
man that you hardly know anything about, having only met him a few weeks ago?
How far along are you?" he gritted out, looking her up and down.
"Just about 2 months along," Catherine said, and watched the light bulb go off
in Thomas' brain. When he got it, his eyes widened. His jaw slammed together,
and Catherine winced at the sound.
"I wouldn't have been surprised if Heather said that to me, but never
did I expect it from you! What the fuck were you thinking!!?? You
are the responsible one, Catherine!! The one that always made the right choices,
always! How could you be so.......stupid!!??"
Catherine bristled at his words. She felt tears beginning to form in her
eyes, but she swiped at them quickly, hoping he didn't see them. But Thomas
wasn't paying any attention. He was rocking back and forth on the chair, anger
vibrating off of him in waves.
"Is that where you disappeared off to at Heather's wedding? You were upstairs
getting fucked by a total fucking stranger!!?? Obviously you were so
caught up in spreading your legs like a whore that protection wasn't even
an option!! And now, you're knocked up! So, was it worth it?" Thomas
growled out.
Catherine's jaw dropped. The tears came back stronger and she suddenly felt
ill. She never thought that Thomas would react like that! But suddenly,
Catherine got angry. How dare he speak to her like that! So, Catherine
did what she did best. She exploded!
"Yes it was worth it! I would fuck Vincent a thousand more
times, because, for once, I was with someone who considered my feelings!
What we shared, I have never felt with anyone else! He was so loving and
compassionate! What I experienced that night was the single best night of my
life! And now, I'm having his baby! And, wonder of wonders, he actually wants
to be involved in the baby's life.......in my life!"
Thomas scoffed. "He may say that now, but don't be fooled. He will
realize that having a baby will cramp his style. He will get bored and leave
you, disappearing out of your life faster than you can blink!"
"Vincent would never do that! He wants to be involved! He
wants us to raise this baby together. He wants this baby!"
Catherine cried, and a few of the patrons turned to stare at them. For the first
time, Catherine remembered that they weren't alone. She opened her mouth to say
something else, but Thomas beat her to it.
Thomas stood up angrily, and tossed some bills on the table. He glared at
Catherine again, and she began to shake. Just before he walked away from the
table, he said, "Mark my words, Catherine. He will leave you! It happened
to your mother. It will happen to you too." With those parting words, Thomas
walked angrily out of the restaurant.
Several patrons looked at Catherine with sympathy, but she didn't even
notice. She stared blindly at the door, numb.
".........Catherine? Catherine, are you there? I hear you breathing. Is
everything alright?" Catherine!?"
Catherine shook herself out of her trance. She realized that she had her
phone in hand and she had called Vincent. She grasped the phone tightly to her
ear.
Her voice shaky, she said, "Vincent........I need you....."
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A short while later, Vincent led Catherine into his apartment. She hadn't
released her grip on his arm since he had picked her up at the restaurant. She
hadn't yet spoken about what had happened, and Vincent was getting worried.
He guided her to the couch, and gently pushed her down onto it. Catherine
didn't seem to notice, as she had begun to stare off into space. He gently pried
her fingers off of his arm, and sat beside her.
"Catherine? Cat? Do you want to tell me what happened?" Vincent asked
quietly. Catherine jumped a bit at the sound of his voice, and she turned toward
him, tears in her eyes.
"You won't leave me.........right?" Catherine asked, her voice no louder than
a whisper. Vincent sucked in a breath. He grasped her hand tightly in his
own.
"No, Catherine. I won't leave you. I'm here....always," Vincent told her, his
voice firm.
Catherine sniffled. "Damn hormones," she muttered. Vincent
chuckled.
"Do you want anything? Some water? Are you hungry?" Vincent asked. Catherine
shook her head.
"My...... I told my dad.....about the baby today. He....uh.....he was rather
disappointed in me," Catherine finally divulged.
"Is that why you are upset?"
"No. It's what else he said. He said......he said I was a whore for sleeping
with a man I had just met. He said you would leave, just like my real father
left my mother," Catherine sniffled again.
Vincent was beyond pissed. How dare he speak to his daughter like
that!! Then, the rest of her words registered.
"I thought you said your real father didn't know about you?"
Catherine shook her head. "That's what my dad told me. But....after
that..."
Vincent pulled Catherine against his side, and rubbed her arm lightly. He
kissed the top of her head. "Catherine, I promise you right here and right now
that I will never leave you. I am going to help you raise this baby, and if your
father or anyone else thinks differently, I could care less at this point. I
make my own choices! I was the one that followed you that night! I was the one
that kissed you first! And I was the one that asked you to come to my room!"
Catherine sighed, burrowing deeper into Vincent's warmth. "Thank you,
Vincent....."
"For what?"
Catherine tilted her face up toward his. She pressed her lips to his softly.
Pulling back, she said, "For not running away."
Vincent pulled Catherine toward him. Just before his lips captured hers, he
whispered, "Never...."
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Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS and the CW network. I mean no
infringement of any sort and am only using the characters for personal enjoyment
and for others to enjoy as well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES
TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE
READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM! I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
A/N Just so everyone knows, Thomas is VERY OOC in this chapter!! You've been
warned....
#-----
Chapter 4
Morning sickness, fighting, and hormones......OH MY!!!
Now that Vincent knew of his impending fatherhood, Catherine knew she would
now have to tackle the biggest challenge of all.....her father.
Thomas Chandler might not biologically be her father, but he had always been
the one she called "daddy." When she was a little girl, he had been the one to
tuck her in at night, read her stories, and chase away the monsters in her
closet. He had been her protector and her hero.
After her mother died, Thomas changed. He reverted into himself, and cut
himself off from his two daughters. It fell to 19 year old Catherine to take
care of her 15 year old sister. When she was going through her mother's papers
one day, she came across something that stopped her heart in her chest. Clutched
in her hands were paperwork pertaining to adoption. Catherine read through the
papers, and saw her name typed as the adoptee, and Thomas Chandler listed as the
adopter.
Catherine had taken the papers to Thomas, demanding answers. He told her the
truth, that her mother had been pregnant with Catherine when they met. He had
adopted Catherine legally when she was only a few weeks old. He knew nothing of
her biological father, for Vanessa had not shared that information with him.
Catherine had railed at him, wondering why he had never told her the truth.
He told her that her mother had never wanted her to know.
Catherine had been studying law at College, planning on taking after her
father. After she learned how much had been withheld from her, she decided to
change her major, opting instead to become a detective. Her hope was that she
could find out the truth about her biological father.
Her change of study didn't go over well. Thomas begged her to reconsider,
saying that her mother had her reasons for hiding the truth from her and she
should respect that. After a long shouting match between Thomas, Catherine and
Heather, she left her father's home, effectively closing the door on her
familial relationship.
It took a couple years for her and Heather to become close again. Heather had
took her leaving rather hard, and it was only once Heather met Evan, and
realized that he and Catherine worked together, that she had held out a
figurative olive branch, paving the way for the sisters to reunite.
It took a little longer for Thomas to come around, but soon, the Chandler
family was once again whole.
#-------
A couple of weeks after she told Vincent, Catherine was ready to tell the
other man in her life her news. She drummed her fingernails on the desk as the
line rang in her ear.
"This is Thomas Chandler...."
Catherine blew out a shaky breath. "Hi, Dad. It's Catherine," she said.
"Hey, sweetie! I haven't heard from you since your sister's wedding!" he
said, and Catherine cringed.
"Yeah, I know. I'm...uh....sorry about that. Works been.....hectic. And I
wasn't feeling all that great."
"Oh, well I'm sorry to hear that. So, what's going on, Catherine? You hardly
ever call me at work."
"Um.....are you doing anything for lunch?" Catherine asked.
"Didn't have any distinct plans. Why? Did you want to meet somewhere?"
"Yeah. I.....need to tell you something. Something important."
"Okay. How about "Mulvany's?" Say.....45 minutes?"
"Sounds good, Dad. I'll see in 45 minutes," Catherine said, before ending the
call.
45 minutes later, Catherine was waiting at a table. She had just getting
ready to order a drink when Thomas stepped in the door. He walked toward her,
kissing her cheek before taking the opposite seat. When the waitress came over,
they ordered their drinks, and looked at the menu while they waited. Once the
waitress returned, they ordered and waited for their food to arrive.
Thomas eyed the large burger and fries that were placed in front of Catherine
several minutes later with shock.
"Hungry?" he joked. Catherine blushed, embarrassed. Now that she knew of her
pregnancy, she realized that many things she had initially attributed to a
stomach bug, had actually been the early indicators of her pregnancy. The nausea
and vomiting had actually been the beginning of her morning sickness.
Thankfully, it was only present in the morning, and by the afternoon, her
appetite was borderline raptorous. Tess, her partner, had begun teasing her
about the fact that she had given up coffee in favor of tea. Everyone knew that
you didn't cross Catherine Chandler before she had her morning cup of coffee...
or five....
Catherine had also noticed that her sense of smell seemed to be heightened as
well. Her usual floral scent of choice made her slightly ill in fact. She had
changed it to a subtle, earthy scent to avoid the nausea that usually followed.
Her clothes still fit fine, but she knew that wouldn't be the case for much
longer. She was tiny and slight of build, so she knew her stomach would show
quicker than average.
Realizing she hadn't answered Thomas yet, she put an innocent expression on
her face. "I forgot breakfast this morning, that's all." She wasn't lying, per
se....
Thomas clucked his tongue, shaking his head. "Catherine......"
"I know, I know," Catherine said, sighing heavily. "Dad, I need to tell you
something."
Thomas eyed Catherine, and for the first time noticed that there seemed to be
something off about her. She stared back at him, and he swore he saw fear in her
eyes. "What is it, sweetheart? Are you okay? Has something happened to you?"
Catherine drew in a shaky breath, and gulped down some of her drink.
Gathering her courage, she said, "Before I say anything, I just want to tell you
that this wasn't planned and I'm hoping you will be as happy as I am about my
news."
Thomas' eyes swept over her, and he gasped. "You finally met someone! Oh
sweetheart, that's wonderful! Who is he? When do I get to meet him?"
Catherine blushed, and dropped her gaze. "Um.....sort of. Um.....he's a
doctor. I met him at Heather's wedding."
Thomas' brows knit together. Then, his eyes widened. "Was it the guy that was
sitting with you? Brooke noticed how well the two of you seemed to be getting
along," he commented.
Catherine felt her face flush again. He had nooooo
idea......
"Yeah...uh.....that's him. His name is Vincent Keller. We....um....."
Catherine tried, but she couldn't get the words out.
Thomas reached across the table, taking her hands gently. "What is it
sweetheart?"
Catherine gulped, dropping her gaze. "I'm pregnant with his baby."
The silence was deafening. The only indicator that he heard her was the fact
that his hands tightened around hers. When the silence became oppressive ,
Catherine met Thomas' eyes.
His face was set in a hard mask, his lips pressed together. He was breathing
heavily, and his eyes looked like fire. Catherine was afraid.
"Let me get this straight.....you are pregnant? You are having a baby with a
man that you hardly know anything about, having only met him a few weeks ago?
How far along are you?" he gritted out, looking her up and down.
"Just about 2 months along," Catherine said, and watched the light bulb go off
in Thomas' brain. When he got it, his eyes widened. His jaw slammed together,
and Catherine winced at the sound.
"I wouldn't have been surprised if Heather said that to me, but never
did I expect it from you! What the fuck were you thinking!!?? You
are the responsible one, Catherine!! The one that always made the right choices,
always! How could you be so.......stupid!!??"
Catherine bristled at his words. She felt tears beginning to form in her
eyes, but she swiped at them quickly, hoping he didn't see them. But Thomas
wasn't paying any attention. He was rocking back and forth on the chair, anger
vibrating off of him in waves.
"Is that where you disappeared off to at Heather's wedding? You were upstairs
getting fucked by a total fucking stranger!!?? Obviously you were so
caught up in spreading your legs like a whore that protection wasn't even
an option!! And now, you're knocked up! So, was it worth it?" Thomas
growled out.
Catherine's jaw dropped. The tears came back stronger and she suddenly felt
ill. She never thought that Thomas would react like that! But suddenly,
Catherine got angry. How dare he speak to her like that! So, Catherine
did what she did best. She exploded!
"Yes it was worth it! I would fuck Vincent a thousand more
times, because, for once, I was with someone who considered my feelings!
What we shared, I have never felt with anyone else! He was so loving and
compassionate! What I experienced that night was the single best night of my
life! And now, I'm having his baby! And, wonder of wonders, he actually wants
to be involved in the baby's life.......in my life!"
Thomas scoffed. "He may say that now, but don't be fooled. He will
realize that having a baby will cramp his style. He will get bored and leave
you, disappearing out of your life faster than you can blink!"
"Vincent would never do that! He wants to be involved! He
wants us to raise this baby together. He wants this baby!"
Catherine cried, and a few of the patrons turned to stare at them. For the first
time, Catherine remembered that they weren't alone. She opened her mouth to say
something else, but Thomas beat her to it.
Thomas stood up angrily, and tossed some bills on the table. He glared at
Catherine again, and she began to shake. Just before he walked away from the
table, he said, "Mark my words, Catherine. He will leave you! It happened
to your mother. It will happen to you too." With those parting words, Thomas
walked angrily out of the restaurant.
Several patrons looked at Catherine with sympathy, but she didn't even
notice. She stared blindly at the door, numb.
".........Catherine? Catherine, are you there? I hear you breathing. Is
everything alright?" Catherine!?"
Catherine shook herself out of her trance. She realized that she had her
phone in hand and she had called Vincent. She grasped the phone tightly to her
ear.
Her voice shaky, she said, "Vincent........I need you....."
#-------------
A short while later, Vincent led Catherine into his apartment. She hadn't
released her grip on his arm since he had picked her up at the restaurant. She
hadn't yet spoken about what had happened, and Vincent was getting worried.
He guided her to the couch, and gently pushed her down onto it. Catherine
didn't seem to notice, as she had begun to stare off into space. He gently pried
her fingers off of his arm, and sat beside her.
"Catherine? Cat? Do you want to tell me what happened?" Vincent asked
quietly. Catherine jumped a bit at the sound of his voice, and she turned toward
him, tears in her eyes.
"You won't leave me.........right?" Catherine asked, her voice no louder than
a whisper. Vincent sucked in a breath. He grasped her hand tightly in his
own.
"No, Catherine. I won't leave you. I'm here....always," Vincent told her, his
voice firm.
Catherine sniffled. "Damn hormones," she muttered. Vincent
chuckled.
"Do you want anything? Some water? Are you hungry?" Vincent asked. Catherine
shook her head.
"My...... I told my dad.....about the baby today. He....uh.....he was rather
disappointed in me," Catherine finally divulged.
"Is that why you are upset?"
"No. It's what else he said. He said......he said I was a whore for sleeping
with a man I had just met. He said you would leave, just like my real father
left my mother," Catherine sniffled again.
Vincent was beyond pissed. How dare he speak to his daughter like
that!! Then, the rest of her words registered.
"I thought you said your real father didn't know about you?"
Catherine shook her head. "That's what my dad told me. But....after
that..."
Vincent pulled Catherine against his side, and rubbed her arm lightly. He
kissed the top of her head. "Catherine, I promise you right here and right now
that I will never leave you. I am going to help you raise this baby, and if your
father or anyone else thinks differently, I could care less at this point. I
make my own choices! I was the one that followed you that night! I was the one
that kissed you first! And I was the one that asked you to come to my room!"
Catherine sighed, burrowing deeper into Vincent's warmth. "Thank you,
Vincent....."
"For what?"
Catherine tilted her face up toward his. She pressed her lips to his softly.
Pulling back, she said, "For not running away."
Vincent pulled Catherine toward him. Just before his lips captured hers, he
whispered, "Never...."
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