I'm wearing another fancy - and way too pricey- dress. It's from Dior and hugs my curves perfectly. if only I knew for how long I will remain this body. Soon I'll be having a tiny little baby bump. A baby bump- Oh god! I still haven't digest the news- let alone told Richard.

I don't know how he will react. No, that's false. I know how he will react.

He will freak out - not in the good way. He will yell at me and.....Leave me. He will unloved me. His absence will rip me apart-again.

Gosh, I can't tell him! He can't leave me! We just got back together. and we're happy. Happier than we ever were before. And now...Now I'm pregnant. How could I be so stupid?! I should have- "Your drink." he interrupts my thoughts, holding up a glass filled with delicious beige liquid.

Champagne. That's not good. Not now. "I rather stick to water."

He nodds before he places my Crystal glass on the tablet which is hold by one of many waitresses who are walking around in the room He picks up a glass filled with water and hand it over to me.

Thank god he isn't suspicious. "I promise to not leave your side tonight."

Gosh, his aftershave is making me wanna vomit. How could I have not seen the signs?! I am so stupid! And Richard will freak out!

"Ah there she is!" Richard says, grabbing my hand.

This one touch awake my synapses right away. Gosh, how can he make me horny and want to vomit at the same time?!

We walk through the crowded guests, all here to donate money for a good cause-to fight cancer. It's glamorous evening-with photographers of course. Their focus is on us. Party because we seem to be one of the few young couples, partly because we seem to be the Brangelina of the high society- something I should get used to according to Richard, because he won't let go of me. Oh we'll see how long he will want to be with me when I tell him I have a bun in the oven. Gosh, I can't be pregnant.

"Richard!" Meredith says smiling as soon as she sees us. "Nicomaine!" she says hugging me.

God, I hope she doesn't have some freaking sixth sense or something!

"How nice you could come." she says smiling. Gosh, she looks so beautiful in her Vera Wang dress. Her hair is hold together in a beautiful up-do. Her eyes are sparkling. She's glowing. She loves charity.

I return her smile, "Of course we came."

"After all, I gave you my word, mother. You know that-"

"You stick to your words. I know, Richard. But even you could have changed your mind." she says to him.

He rolls his eyes, "Oh, I just saw someone. I'll be right back." He says smiling.

"Richard....." I say, unable to hide my disappointment.

"I promise to dance with you this time." He whispers into my ear before he kisses my cheeks.

"Okay." I say before he walks away from us.

"Being with him is complicated, huh?" she asks me as I watch him getting lost in the crowd.

"Not complicated just...Not easy sometimes." I say to her before I turn around to look straight into her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Her eyes are filled with worry. The same worry Richard has in his eyes every time he looks at me a little longer. Worry because of Irina.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Except for the fact that I am pregnant. as her mind speaks.

"The fever is gone?"

"Yeah."

"No headache?"

"No pain at all." I say grinning. Maybe the grin is a little too much.

"You sure? The hospital didn't call me back and sadly I didn't have time to check on your results before I had to attend this event." she says smiling.

Oh, so she doesn't know. Good.... Or bad? Maybe I need to tell someone. I need an advice. I need Patricia! Yes, Patricia would know exactly what to do. What to say. How to tell him. But I can't call her. I can't call her to tell about my pregnancy when she's on her honeymoon! God, why do I always have such bad luck?!

No, getting pregnant is not a bad luck. It's good luck. Isn't it?

"Nicomaine?" I hear Meredith's voice reaching my ears.

"Yes?" I ask her. Damn it! I really need Patricia right now.

"Are you okay?"

I nodd. "Yes."

"Did you guys have an argument?"

Argument? Me and Richard? No, but we will have one.Soon. "Yes.We just....It's nothing." I say and shake my head. Acting classes apparently do pay off.."

"If you need someone to talk about it, I'm here for you." I need Patricia. "Thank you, Meredith."

"Dr. Grey!" I hear someone calling her.

"I'm just a little busy right now." she says to me before she turn around. "Emma! How nice to see you!" she says hugging an old lady in dark red.

Gosh, her perfume is horrible! What is it -  Chanel No. 5?! Gosh, is that smell horrible!

"Excuse me..." I mumble holding my  breath. No I can't vomit inside the room! Gosh, that would draw all the attention to me. I quickly make my way out of the room. I'm passing several old lady's -all in very expensive dresses.

As soon as I'm in the hallway, I take a deep breath- and the urge to vomit is gone.

God, this child is already making me tired!

"Hey," I feel his hand on my bare back- thanks to the Dior dress- before his voice reaches my ears. His soft, wonderful voice. "Are you okay?"

I nodd and let my lips form a soft- yet fake- smile. "I am fine."

"Are you sure?" he ask me, his eyes directly staring into my soul.

No! Because I'm fucking pregnant and I know that you will leave me! I know that you will leave me! I know that you will freak out! "Yes Richard. I'm okay."

"We can leave if you want. I just donated."

"We could go home and eat there." he suggests before he takes my hand. "How does that sound?" he asks me softly.

I nodd. "Sounds good."

"Good." he whispers before he kisses my knuckles.

Hand in hand we walk down the hallway, "Wait, what about Meredith?"

"She told me where to find you." he says before he stops in front of the entrance. The door is closed. "Are you ready for the paparazzi?"

"Is Jimmy already outside?" I ask him in an unsure voice.

"Yes. He's waiting for us to come out."

"Okay." I say and he opens the door. Before he takes another step I pull him back. "Oh and by the way, tell Jimmy thank you for choosing this dress."

He grins, "Jimmy didn't choose this dress. Not this time."

My chin falls down, "You choose this sexy champagne colored Dior dress?" I ask him surprised.

"Yes. Only to be the one who will take that dress off tonight." he whispers grinning before he walks out, pulling me outside as well. 

The struggle is real as they approach to their car.Thank God, Richard is holding my hand, leading me slowly to the car. He holds the door open for me as I get in, I can still hear the paparazzi call our names. 

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"What's wrong with you, Maine?" he ask me in the evening. We're having dinner- delicious chicken. He cooked, I watched. I didn't know that a cooking Richard is so sexy. Perhaps I should ask the chief of the Plaza Hotel to teach me how to cook as well. It pays off.

"You've been all quite after we left the charity gala."

"I am fine." I say as I play with my food.

"Maine, don't lie to me."

"You're not going to like it."

"Why?"

I shrugg. "Because the impossible is possible."

His confused eyes stare back into mine. God, I can't tell him! He's going to kill me with his very own hands! Fuck!

But I have to. He will freak out anyway. I take a deep breath, "I am pregnant, Richard."

His face is frozen and very slowly it is losing all of it's glory until it's as plate as the white marmor in the kitchen. "Excuse me?"

He wants me to say it again?! "I'm pregnant."

His eyes turn into dark. Oh fuck! "WHAT?!"

"I...I-"

"HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!" he yells at me. A strong, powerful, very angry yell. Oh fuck!

"Well we-"

"I know how it is possible, NICOMAINE!" he yells back at me, hitting the table with his fist. All the dishes clash against each other. I jump up in fear. an angry Richard with a black suite has never been any more sexier and scary at the same time. "We fucking used protection!"

I am in silent.

"Did you...Did you forget the shots?!" he ask me in disbelief. As if he never thought I'd do this. Forget something.

I can't look at him.

"Look me in the eyes, Nicomaine!" he yells again. he's really mad.

I look up, but my mouth is unable to form any words.

"This is exactly one thing I don't take care of because I trusted you! I trusted you and you...How could you have been so dumb to forget it for Christ's sake?!" he rise up from the chair so fast that nearly falls. he doesn't care about it.

Dumb?! I'm silent. "Sorry."

"Sorry?! You think a simple 'sorry' is going to- Fuck Maine how could you!"

"I know that the timing is not the best...."

"Not the best?! This is not how it was suppose to happen!" he screams, "we know each other for fucking five minutes! I wanted to show you the whole fucking world. Every inch of the world. And now...Diapers. vomit and shit for Christ sake!" He closes his eyes in order to have control over his emotions again- apparently it's useless. "You can't be pregnant! You have to-"

"No!" I yell back to him. "Do you even know how impossible it is for me to get pregnant?! There's a 5% chance I will ever have children! 5%! The chemo killed nearly all of my eggs. Frankly, being pregnant is a miracle!" I yell at him, having tears in my eyes. "So, I won't kill this child, although you want me to."

"Don't try to guilt me into this, Nicomaine."

"Guilt you into this?!" I quote him, "I am not trying to guilt you into anything!"

He is silent. For minutes the silence fills the room.

"You're giving me an ultimatum." he whispers in a broken voice.

"No, I'm giving you a choice. It's me and your unborn child or no one. I won't kill it. There's no way I will do it, do you understand? Be mad at me. Leave me. That's okay. Okay because I still have you. Or at least a part of you. In our child. A child made of love. It may have been an accident. but this child is...... Is our's."

He lets out a big sigh as he brushes through his hair. He walks away from me and stares out of the window, looking straight at the Central Park in front of him. He even looks hot when he's insanely mad. How is this possible?

"Our's," he says with a shrugg, "You say it like it is a human being."

"It is!" I say, walking over to him.

"It's not. This is an accident. A mistake!" he says just a second before I raise my hand to slap him. But his hand on my wrist stop me. His surprised eyes stare into my angry ones for a second.

"Don't you ever call our child a mistake again!" I say at him before he let go of my wrist. 

"This is our child. A human being with our genes. Don't you understand?!" I yell at him, letting the tears roll down my cheek.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't even react. Richard's poker face hides all of his feelings.

"Where are you going?!" I ask him as he turn around.

"Richard!" I call as he leave me alone.

Alone with his child. A human being inside of me. A child with more money and love than any other. A child, who has caused so much stress before it was even born. A typical Faulkerson/Mendoza child; already fucked up.

What an intense chapter???sorry for the delayed update...

sorry for the typo errors..

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