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.......again.......
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Chapter 8
Sometimes letting go is the only way to hold on.....
Vincent stared at the ultrasound picture in his hand. A small smile danced
across his face. His first thought was to call Catherine and thank her. But, he
had promised her he wouldn't interfere in her life, and he planned to stick to
that resolve. He hadn't realized how much it would hurt, though.
Every day, he kicked himself for his stupidity. Why did he let Thomas get to
him? Why did he let his temper get away from him like that? He knew the answer,
but he still felt like the biggest jackass on the planet. He had struck
Catherine's father. And, no matter what he did, he could never take it back.
He sighed loudly, wishing that things were different. Until Catherine forgave
him, he knew that this picture was the most he would be participating in his
child's life. He wouldn't go near Catherine. He gave her the choice. Obviously,
her lack of response was his answer.
She couldn't forgive him.....
Sitting down at the table, he wrote her another check for $1000. It was the
least he could do for her and their child. His gaze landed on the ultrasound
picture again. He picked it up again, and his fingers danced over the image of
his child. Making a fast decision, he grabbed a piece of paper and quickly
scrawled "Thank You" on it. He stuffed the check and the paper in an envelope,
and sealed it before he lost his nerve. He wrote out her address on the front,
and stamped it. He set it on the table, planning to mail it on his way to work.
I'm sorry Catherine.......
#------------------------
"Catherine, this needs to stop! It's been 2 months! You know you want him
back, so what is holding you back?" Heather bellowed at her sister.
Catherine cringed, and her hand curved protectively around the larger curve
of her belly. Another month had come and gone. She was now almost 6 months
pregnant. She had received another check from Vincent 2 days ago, and had bawled
for an hour afterwards.
"I don't know, Heather! Yes, I want him back! Are you happy now?" Catherine
told Heather.
Heather smirked. "Well, then get your butt over there and tell him.
Catherine, he loves you!" Heather said.
Catherine sighed. "I know he does. And......I love him, too. But, I can't
just forget what happened."
"He hit Dad because Dad provoked him! Dad said things to him that he should
have never said. Vincent reacted like a man in love. Pure and simple."
"I just......I need time," Catherine hedged. Heather sighed again.
"Hate to break it to you, sis......but you don't have a lot of time left.
Vincent wants to be involved. He wants to be with you and that baby. Let him!
Let him be part of it. So, he hit Dad? So what? It isn't like the man didn't
have it coming to him."
Catherine chuckled. "Yeah......he has been a bastard for a long time now. And
Vincent was defending me....."
"So..........go get your man!!!"
Catherine nodded grimly. Crossing my fingers and toes that it goes
well.
#-------------------------
Catherine was experiencing deja vu. She was standing outside of St.
Benjamin's, trying to work up the courage to go inside and speak to Vincent. She
had called earlier, and found out he was on the schedule for the day.
Her hand brushed over her belly. "What do you say, baby? Wanna go in and see
daddy?" A lusty kick was her response. She sighed, and walked inside the main
door. She made her way to the elevators, and depressed her selection. The
elevator slid upward, and Catherine's stomach began to knot with anxiety. The
bell dinged, and the doors opened.
Catherine stepped out. She walked to the nurses station. One of the nurses
looked up at her approach. She took in Catherine's belly and smiled.
"Can I help you, dear?" she asked.
Catherine swallowed, her voice caught in her throat. She nodded, and cleared
her throat. "I- I'm looking for Dr. Vincent Keller. I was told he's on this
floor today."
The nurse smiled. "Is he your doctor?"
"Um- no. He's um........um..........a friend. I was......hoping he was
available."
"Dr. Keller is on his rounds right now. I'm afraid he won't be available for
a couple hours, dear. If it's an emergency, I can page him."
Catherine shook her head. "No......no it's......not an emergency. I'll just-
never mind. Thank you for your help."
"I can leave him a note, letting him know you were here."
"No, that's not necessary. I-uh.......I'll just get ahold of him another
time."
The nurse smiled. "All right, dear. Congratulations, by the way. Babies are a
wonderful blessing."
Catherine nodded, tears unexpectedly springing to her eyes. "Thank you," she
said quietly. Catherine headed back toward the elevators, scrubbing at the tears
in her eyes. What did you think, Chandler? That he would just magically not
be busy at his place of work? It's a Hospital, of course he is
busy!
Catherine stepped into the elevator, and blindly pushed the button to close
the doors. She stared at the floor, her mind in a jumble. Just before they
closed, she saw a large set of male feet slide in. Her eyes stayed on the floor.
She didn't want to talk to anyone but.....
"Catherine?"
Her eyes flew upward. She gasped. "Vincent...."
He looked at her belly. "Pregnancy agrees with you. You look wonderful."
"Thank you."
"Claire said a beautiful, pregnant woman was looking for me. I hoped it was
you."
Catherine blushed. "Know a lot of pregnant women, do you?"
"Just one...." Vincent said, chuckling.
"I didn't want to bother you. I know you're busy. We can.......we can talk
some other time."
"I dropped everything I was doing. I want to talk with you."
"But.....your patients? Aren't they more important?" Catherine asked.
"Catherine..........I've already lost 3 months with you. I don't want to lose
the next 3 as well. Please? Give me 20 minutes. Please?"
She looked into his eyes. "Alright....."
#-----------------------------
"Thank you for the picture. I can't tell you how many times a day I look at
it," Vincent said. They were sitting in a quiet corner of the Hospital
cafeteria. Catherine was picking at an apple.
"It felt wrong not to send it to you. No matter.......what happened between
us, you are still this baby's father. I couldn't take that away from you."
"Catherine.......about your father..." Vincent began. Catherine shook her
head.
"I.....reacted badly. I shouldn't have. I know that you were
just........protecting me. Protecting.....us."
Vincent reached across the table. He grasped her hand lightly. "I shouldn't
have hit him. I just got so angry at what he said. I didn't even think about how
it would affect you. I'm sorry."
"I know. I want to forgive you. I do, but......" Catherine
said, tears forming in her eyes again. Vincent saw them, and sighed.
"I get it. I blew it. When I hit your father, I tossed any chance we had out
the window," Vincent said. He felt tears forming in his own eyes, but he brushed
them away.
Catherine met his eyes. "Vincent....I......."
"It's okay. It's fine. I'll just.......continue to send you money each month.
After the baby comes.....if you'll allow it.....I'd like to be able to spend
time with it. But, I'll do whatever you say," Vincent choked out. He released
her hand abruptly, and stood up. "Goodbye Catherine."
He had only walked a few feet, when he heard........
"I love you, Vincent." He stopped dead in his tracks. His head dropped. Tears
leaked from his eyes. Her voice was closer now. "I'm in love with you, Vincent.
I hope I didn't say it too late. I don't want this to be over. I don't
want....us.....to be over. I'm sorry."
He spun around. She stood right behind him. He reached out, and pulled her
gently forward. His mouth latched onto hers like a starving man. She sighed, and
grasped the back of his head in her hands. Her belly pressed against him, and
Vincent smiled.
He pulled back. "I love you too, Catherine. I think I fell in love with you
the first time I laid eyes on you. I don't ever want to hurt you again."
Catherine smiled. "I know." He leaned forward again, but then his eyes
widened in shock. Catherine giggled. He stared down at her stomach. Then, his
eyes met hers again. "You're son or daughter is talking to you."
Vincent dropped to his knees, and placed his hands on Catherine's stomach.
"Hello in there. You shouldn't kick daddy. That isn't very nice." He leaned
closer, placing a kiss on her belly.
"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" they both heard. Vincent stood up quickly,
and pulled Catherine into his side. His face turned red.
Several nurses were standing in the doorway, all with huge grins on their
faces. Claire stood near the front of the group, giggling.
"I see you found her, Dr. Keller," Claire said, still giggling.
Vincent smiled. "Yes......and this time, I'm not letting her go."
#---------------------------------
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.......again.......
#--------------------------
Chapter 8
Sometimes letting go is the only way to hold on.....
Vincent stared at the ultrasound picture in his hand. A small smile danced
across his face. His first thought was to call Catherine and thank her. But, he
had promised her he wouldn't interfere in her life, and he planned to stick to
that resolve. He hadn't realized how much it would hurt, though.
Every day, he kicked himself for his stupidity. Why did he let Thomas get to
him? Why did he let his temper get away from him like that? He knew the answer,
but he still felt like the biggest jackass on the planet. He had struck
Catherine's father. And, no matter what he did, he could never take it back.
He sighed loudly, wishing that things were different. Until Catherine forgave
him, he knew that this picture was the most he would be participating in his
child's life. He wouldn't go near Catherine. He gave her the choice. Obviously,
her lack of response was his answer.
She couldn't forgive him.....
Sitting down at the table, he wrote her another check for $1000. It was the
least he could do for her and their child. His gaze landed on the ultrasound
picture again. He picked it up again, and his fingers danced over the image of
his child. Making a fast decision, he grabbed a piece of paper and quickly
scrawled "Thank You" on it. He stuffed the check and the paper in an envelope,
and sealed it before he lost his nerve. He wrote out her address on the front,
and stamped it. He set it on the table, planning to mail it on his way to work.
I'm sorry Catherine.......
#------------------------
"Catherine, this needs to stop! It's been 2 months! You know you want him
back, so what is holding you back?" Heather bellowed at her sister.
Catherine cringed, and her hand curved protectively around the larger curve
of her belly. Another month had come and gone. She was now almost 6 months
pregnant. She had received another check from Vincent 2 days ago, and had bawled
for an hour afterwards.
"I don't know, Heather! Yes, I want him back! Are you happy now?" Catherine
told Heather.
Heather smirked. "Well, then get your butt over there and tell him.
Catherine, he loves you!" Heather said.
Catherine sighed. "I know he does. And......I love him, too. But, I can't
just forget what happened."
"He hit Dad because Dad provoked him! Dad said things to him that he should
have never said. Vincent reacted like a man in love. Pure and simple."
"I just......I need time," Catherine hedged. Heather sighed again.
"Hate to break it to you, sis......but you don't have a lot of time left.
Vincent wants to be involved. He wants to be with you and that baby. Let him!
Let him be part of it. So, he hit Dad? So what? It isn't like the man didn't
have it coming to him."
Catherine chuckled. "Yeah......he has been a bastard for a long time now. And
Vincent was defending me....."
"So..........go get your man!!!"
Catherine nodded grimly. Crossing my fingers and toes that it goes
well.
#-------------------------
Catherine was experiencing deja vu. She was standing outside of St.
Benjamin's, trying to work up the courage to go inside and speak to Vincent. She
had called earlier, and found out he was on the schedule for the day.
Her hand brushed over her belly. "What do you say, baby? Wanna go in and see
daddy?" A lusty kick was her response. She sighed, and walked inside the main
door. She made her way to the elevators, and depressed her selection. The
elevator slid upward, and Catherine's stomach began to knot with anxiety. The
bell dinged, and the doors opened.
Catherine stepped out. She walked to the nurses station. One of the nurses
looked up at her approach. She took in Catherine's belly and smiled.
"Can I help you, dear?" she asked.
Catherine swallowed, her voice caught in her throat. She nodded, and cleared
her throat. "I- I'm looking for Dr. Vincent Keller. I was told he's on this
floor today."
The nurse smiled. "Is he your doctor?"
"Um- no. He's um........um..........a friend. I was......hoping he was
available."
"Dr. Keller is on his rounds right now. I'm afraid he won't be available for
a couple hours, dear. If it's an emergency, I can page him."
Catherine shook her head. "No......no it's......not an emergency. I'll just-
never mind. Thank you for your help."
"I can leave him a note, letting him know you were here."
"No, that's not necessary. I-uh.......I'll just get ahold of him another
time."
The nurse smiled. "All right, dear. Congratulations, by the way. Babies are a
wonderful blessing."
Catherine nodded, tears unexpectedly springing to her eyes. "Thank you," she
said quietly. Catherine headed back toward the elevators, scrubbing at the tears
in her eyes. What did you think, Chandler? That he would just magically not
be busy at his place of work? It's a Hospital, of course he is
busy!
Catherine stepped into the elevator, and blindly pushed the button to close
the doors. She stared at the floor, her mind in a jumble. Just before they
closed, she saw a large set of male feet slide in. Her eyes stayed on the floor.
She didn't want to talk to anyone but.....
"Catherine?"
Her eyes flew upward. She gasped. "Vincent...."
He looked at her belly. "Pregnancy agrees with you. You look wonderful."
"Thank you."
"Claire said a beautiful, pregnant woman was looking for me. I hoped it was
you."
Catherine blushed. "Know a lot of pregnant women, do you?"
"Just one...." Vincent said, chuckling.
"I didn't want to bother you. I know you're busy. We can.......we can talk
some other time."
"I dropped everything I was doing. I want to talk with you."
"But.....your patients? Aren't they more important?" Catherine asked.
"Catherine..........I've already lost 3 months with you. I don't want to lose
the next 3 as well. Please? Give me 20 minutes. Please?"
She looked into his eyes. "Alright....."
#-----------------------------
"Thank you for the picture. I can't tell you how many times a day I look at
it," Vincent said. They were sitting in a quiet corner of the Hospital
cafeteria. Catherine was picking at an apple.
"It felt wrong not to send it to you. No matter.......what happened between
us, you are still this baby's father. I couldn't take that away from you."
"Catherine.......about your father..." Vincent began. Catherine shook her
head.
"I.....reacted badly. I shouldn't have. I know that you were
just........protecting me. Protecting.....us."
Vincent reached across the table. He grasped her hand lightly. "I shouldn't
have hit him. I just got so angry at what he said. I didn't even think about how
it would affect you. I'm sorry."
"I know. I want to forgive you. I do, but......" Catherine
said, tears forming in her eyes again. Vincent saw them, and sighed.
"I get it. I blew it. When I hit your father, I tossed any chance we had out
the window," Vincent said. He felt tears forming in his own eyes, but he brushed
them away.
Catherine met his eyes. "Vincent....I......."
"It's okay. It's fine. I'll just.......continue to send you money each month.
After the baby comes.....if you'll allow it.....I'd like to be able to spend
time with it. But, I'll do whatever you say," Vincent choked out. He released
her hand abruptly, and stood up. "Goodbye Catherine."
He had only walked a few feet, when he heard........
"I love you, Vincent." He stopped dead in his tracks. His head dropped. Tears
leaked from his eyes. Her voice was closer now. "I'm in love with you, Vincent.
I hope I didn't say it too late. I don't want this to be over. I don't
want....us.....to be over. I'm sorry."
He spun around. She stood right behind him. He reached out, and pulled her
gently forward. His mouth latched onto hers like a starving man. She sighed, and
grasped the back of his head in her hands. Her belly pressed against him, and
Vincent smiled.
He pulled back. "I love you too, Catherine. I think I fell in love with you
the first time I laid eyes on you. I don't ever want to hurt you again."
Catherine smiled. "I know." He leaned forward again, but then his eyes
widened in shock. Catherine giggled. He stared down at her stomach. Then, his
eyes met hers again. "You're son or daughter is talking to you."
Vincent dropped to his knees, and placed his hands on Catherine's stomach.
"Hello in there. You shouldn't kick daddy. That isn't very nice." He leaned
closer, placing a kiss on her belly.
"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" they both heard. Vincent stood up quickly,
and pulled Catherine into his side. His face turned red.
Several nurses were standing in the doorway, all with huge grins on their
faces. Claire stood near the front of the group, giggling.
"I see you found her, Dr. Keller," Claire said, still giggling.
Vincent smiled. "Yes......and this time, I'm not letting her go."
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