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 You may need a Kleenex.......
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Chapter 7
The heart aches with the unknown........
Vincent had been sitting in the waiting room for the last couple hours. His
heart was racing and his mind was in overdrive. Since he and Catherine weren't
married, he wasn't allowed in to see her yet. At least, that is what the nurse
told him when he asked about Catherine.
He didn't know how long he had been staring at the floor, when a pair of
dainty shoes came into his line of sight. His head jerked up, and he met
Heather's eyes. He jumped to his feet.
"Catherine? The baby?" he asked, desperation in his voice.
Heather sighed. "Sit down Vincent," she said gently.
His eyes widened and he dropped like a stone into the seat he had just
vacated. Heather sat beside him, and grasped his hand gently. His eyes began to
water.
"She lost the baby, didn't she?" Vincent asked in a whisper. Suddenly, he
blamed himself. If he hadn't attacked her father.......
Heather squeezed his hand. "The baby is fine, Vincent. The doctors stopped
the bleeding, and everything looks good. They want to keep Catherine here for a
couple days, just to make sure that she doesn't start bleeding again."
Vincent fought tears. She hadn't lost the baby. He felt immense relief
shoot through his body. But......
"Catherine?" he asked quietly.
Heather gave him a sympathetic smile. "She doesn't want to see you right
now. She's very hurt and angry right now. Catherine told me I could tell you
about the baby, but she doesn't want to talk to you."
Vincent nodded. "I understand. Did she tell you what happened?"
Heather blinked a couple times. "After she dropped you off, she came over to
the house. She told me about your fight with Dad, and how she had to bail you
out of jail. She was bawling her eyes out, when she started cramping badly. I
brought her here, and that's when the bleeding started."
"It happened because of me. I caused it. If she hadn't been so upset and
angry with me....."
"No, Vincent. You can't blame yourself on this. If my father wasn't such a
callous bastard, you never would have hit him. I don't blame you.....I blame
him."
"But Catherine does blame me. And that hurts worse than anything
Thomas said." Vincent leaned forward, his elbows propped on his knees. He buried
his face in his hands.
Heather placed her hand on his back, and began to rub circles. "She's upset
right now. Give her some time, and she will calm down. Catherine will come
around, I promise."
Vincent sat back up, and met Heather's eyes. "Both of them are really
okay?"
Heather smiled. "Yes. They are both okay."
Vincent nodded. "Then........it's enough."
Heather gave him a strange look. "I don't understand....."
Vincent stood to his full height. "Tell Catherine.......tell Catherine I'll
contact her." He started to walk away.
"You're leaving?" Heather asked from behind him. Vincent stopped walking.
"It's for the best," was all he said. He needed to get out of there before he
collapsed against the wall and wailed.
Heather watched him walk away, her heart breaking. She knew then just how
much Vincent loved her sister.
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1 Month Later
Catherine entered her apartment silently. Absently, she rubbed her hand over
the bump of her belly. She smiled when she felt the stirring response of her
child. Then, she sighed. She wished Vincent was here to feel his child moving.
When she had been hospitalized, she told Heather not to let Vincent in. She
couldn't face him. Heather told her what they had talked about, and how Vincent
had walked away. It had hurt Catherine, but at the time, she thought it was
best.
A week after her release, she came home to find a letter from Vincent in her
mail. She had stared at that letter, wondering what it contained. She thought
about throwing it out, but then thought better of it. Sitting down on the couch,
she had opened the envelope with shaky fingers. She saw a check and a letter.
She pulled out the letter and started reading.....
Catherine,
As I write this letter, I realize just how much of an ass I was that night. I
am so sorry for everything that happened. I can never apologize enough for the
pain I caused you.
I'm giving you your space, Catherine. I won't interfere in your life anymore.
I only want the best for you and our child. And, if that means I am not a part
of your life, then so be it.
I will send you a check every month, to support you and our child. I may be
many things, but I always take responsibility for my actions.
I leave the ball in your court, Catherine. Whatever you decide, I will
support your decision.
Vincent
Catherine had pulled out the check. It was $1000. Catherine's eyes widened.
She reread the letter, fighting tears. He was really walking away. He was giving
her space. Her hand slipped to her belly.
I'm sorry, Vincent...
Now, it was a month later, and the only contact Catherine had made with
Vincent was sending him her latest ultrasound picture, but he hadn't
responded.
She looked through her mail, and her breath caught when she saw an envelope
with his bold handwriting on it. Eagerly, she ripped the envelope open. She
pulled out another $1000 check, and a small slip of paper. Her eyes misted as
she read his words....
Thank You
Catherine's eyes closed. She was torn. She wanted Vincent involved, but she
was still hurt by his actions.
What am I going to do?.......
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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 You may need a Kleenex.......
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Chapter 7
The heart aches with the unknown........
Vincent had been sitting in the waiting room for the last couple hours. His
heart was racing and his mind was in overdrive. Since he and Catherine weren't
married, he wasn't allowed in to see her yet. At least, that is what the nurse
told him when he asked about Catherine.
He didn't know how long he had been staring at the floor, when a pair of
dainty shoes came into his line of sight. His head jerked up, and he met
Heather's eyes. He jumped to his feet.
"Catherine? The baby?" he asked, desperation in his voice.
Heather sighed. "Sit down Vincent," she said gently.
His eyes widened and he dropped like a stone into the seat he had just
vacated. Heather sat beside him, and grasped his hand gently. His eyes began to
water.
"She lost the baby, didn't she?" Vincent asked in a whisper. Suddenly, he
blamed himself. If he hadn't attacked her father.......
Heather squeezed his hand. "The baby is fine, Vincent. The doctors stopped
the bleeding, and everything looks good. They want to keep Catherine here for a
couple days, just to make sure that she doesn't start bleeding again."
Vincent fought tears. She hadn't lost the baby. He felt immense relief
shoot through his body. But......
"Catherine?" he asked quietly.
Heather gave him a sympathetic smile. "She doesn't want to see you right
now. She's very hurt and angry right now. Catherine told me I could tell you
about the baby, but she doesn't want to talk to you."
Vincent nodded. "I understand. Did she tell you what happened?"
Heather blinked a couple times. "After she dropped you off, she came over to
the house. She told me about your fight with Dad, and how she had to bail you
out of jail. She was bawling her eyes out, when she started cramping badly. I
brought her here, and that's when the bleeding started."
"It happened because of me. I caused it. If she hadn't been so upset and
angry with me....."
"No, Vincent. You can't blame yourself on this. If my father wasn't such a
callous bastard, you never would have hit him. I don't blame you.....I blame
him."
"But Catherine does blame me. And that hurts worse than anything
Thomas said." Vincent leaned forward, his elbows propped on his knees. He buried
his face in his hands.
Heather placed her hand on his back, and began to rub circles. "She's upset
right now. Give her some time, and she will calm down. Catherine will come
around, I promise."
Vincent sat back up, and met Heather's eyes. "Both of them are really
okay?"
Heather smiled. "Yes. They are both okay."
Vincent nodded. "Then........it's enough."
Heather gave him a strange look. "I don't understand....."
Vincent stood to his full height. "Tell Catherine.......tell Catherine I'll
contact her." He started to walk away.
"You're leaving?" Heather asked from behind him. Vincent stopped walking.
"It's for the best," was all he said. He needed to get out of there before he
collapsed against the wall and wailed.
Heather watched him walk away, her heart breaking. She knew then just how
much Vincent loved her sister.
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1 Month Later
Catherine entered her apartment silently. Absently, she rubbed her hand over
the bump of her belly. She smiled when she felt the stirring response of her
child. Then, she sighed. She wished Vincent was here to feel his child moving.
When she had been hospitalized, she told Heather not to let Vincent in. She
couldn't face him. Heather told her what they had talked about, and how Vincent
had walked away. It had hurt Catherine, but at the time, she thought it was
best.
A week after her release, she came home to find a letter from Vincent in her
mail. She had stared at that letter, wondering what it contained. She thought
about throwing it out, but then thought better of it. Sitting down on the couch,
she had opened the envelope with shaky fingers. She saw a check and a letter.
She pulled out the letter and started reading.....
Catherine,
As I write this letter, I realize just how much of an ass I was that night. I
am so sorry for everything that happened. I can never apologize enough for the
pain I caused you.
I'm giving you your space, Catherine. I won't interfere in your life anymore.
I only want the best for you and our child. And, if that means I am not a part
of your life, then so be it.
I will send you a check every month, to support you and our child. I may be
many things, but I always take responsibility for my actions.
I leave the ball in your court, Catherine. Whatever you decide, I will
support your decision.
Vincent
Catherine had pulled out the check. It was $1000. Catherine's eyes widened.
She reread the letter, fighting tears. He was really walking away. He was giving
her space. Her hand slipped to her belly.
I'm sorry, Vincent...
Now, it was a month later, and the only contact Catherine had made with
Vincent was sending him her latest ultrasound picture, but he hadn't
responded.
She looked through her mail, and her breath caught when she saw an envelope
with his bold handwriting on it. Eagerly, she ripped the envelope open. She
pulled out another $1000 check, and a small slip of paper. Her eyes misted as
she read his words....
Thank You
Catherine's eyes closed. She was torn. She wanted Vincent involved, but she
was still hurt by his actions.
What am I going to do?.......
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