Chapter 41 - Home Sweet Home

A Couple of Days Later;

Emily Sanders...

What fucking bizzaro world have I woken up in?

I am pregnant! The best they can tell me is that I am about a month into said pregnancy. Of course, at the moment, my head injury is the most serious situation, but all I can focus on is that I have a human being growing inside of my tummy....I am going to be a mom.

I hadn't....we hadn't even discussed starting a family. I have never been sure that I even wanted a family, but now, my hand curling around my non~existant bump, now my mind is already changing. I mean, Jeffrey and I didn't really talk about the future ~ we just took each day as it came to us. Maybe that has to change now. We have to decide what we are going to do now ~ we only have 3 months to decide if we want this baby.

I had never given that much thought to having a baby; any thought at all actually. I know that most girls my age, either have already started their family, or had a plan in place for starting their family. It just hadn't occured to me to have that plan in place ~ given that Jeffrey was my first serious boyfriend. Jeffrey and I had both agreed to wait until we are home to talk about it ~ neither of us felt like we had much privacy in here. I know that a lot of the nurses were a little star~struck around my boyfriend, some were even unable to talk, which definitely made me smile ~ if there was ever a 'celebrity' who was down to earth, it was definitely my Jeffrey.

Speaking of, I am getting home today; but I have been ordered to another couple of days bed rest when we get home, and another full week of no work, nothing strenuous and no stress what~so~ever. I mean....they do realise that, the person who did this; is still out there and we have no idea of where she is, or how to find her. That in itself is scaring the hell out of me.

Am I safe at home? Will she be able to get to me? Is she just watching and waiting for another opportunity? What is she going to do next? Cut the breaks in my car? Follow me and shoot me? I know some people would think that I am over reacting, and I tell you now, those people can kiss my ass, they aren't the ones sitting in a hospital bed with a GOD DAMN metal plate in their head.

Jeffrey had already started with having me rest ~ he refused to allow me to help pack up my things, I had been ordered to remain in the bed with my feet up. I know that it was because the fact that I am pregnant, is exactly why they wanted me to have another couple of days in bed ~ they don't think that there has been any damage to the baby, but they simply want to cover their own backs and I can understand that.

Fuck! I am pregnant. I have a bun in the oven. I am with child.

Watching my man, as he placed my bag on the foot of the small hospital bed ~ he sauntered into the the attatched bathroom, to grab my essentials; ie; toothbrush and paste, shampoo, conditioner and body wash. I can't tell you how amazing it had felt to finally get into the shower. I don't blame the nurses, all they had been able to do was give me a bed bath and that isn't the greatest of things, there is nothing like washing yourself to know that it is done the right way.

Jeffrey walked back into the room, smiling to himself, "whats got you all happy?"

"My beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend is coming home today,"

"Who is she?" I winked at him, leaning in, his lips grazed mine as his hand absently rested on my tummy.

"Oh please, like I could ever look at another women, when you are the only woman in my world,"

"How long before I can be on you like white on rice?"

I swear, I love the sound of his laugh, he is so much more than his career and his looks, there is a kindness; deep inside him, a compassion that is embedded so deep with in him; that it has become a part of his handsome looks; it's in the eyes. There is loyalty there, a loyalty so strong that I sometimes wonder if he is bullet~proof.

"A couple of weeks baby," he chuckled as he kissed the top of my head so gently, that I knew that he was worried that he would hurt me.

Damn it! Another couple of weeks? I fucking hate his ex~wife. I just wish that I could get my hands on her ~ she had done this, she had caused this fucking mess and the pin being firmly pushed in to our sex life. I don't think that I will ever forgive her, no way ~ the psycho bitch had tried, and very nearly succeeded in killing me!

The door to the room opened and a nurse came in with my discharge papers to sign ~ and that was it....I am free to go.

An Hour Later;

Back at Home;

Jeffrey Dean Morgan....

Finally, I had her home with me, where she belonged.

The truth is ~ I couldn't stomach the idea of coming back here without her ~ despite this house being mine, being here without her; it just isn't home because home is where the heart is, and my heart is with her, even when we are apart.

Helping her up the stairs, after she refused to allow me to carry her up the stairs. Emily really was frustratingly independent ~ but, fuck it; she was insanely sexy with it. Grabbing her bag; I gently pushed her infront of me so that, if she were to fall, she wouldn't hurt herself.

We are having a baby! I am sorry but this idea just pops into my head now and again. I am still in shock.

We had agreed that we'd discuss it once she was home but it would; being her first day home, wait until she was more settled. I just want her to relax in bed as advised. I had gotten Paige to come around and dig out Emily's favourite TV show; Will & Grace on DVD; so it was all set up and just ready for her to watch when she was ready.

"So what do you want tonight? Chinese? Pizza? Italian?"

"Mmmmm, do you mind if we decide a little later?" she asked me.

"We will do whatever you want, whenever you are ready, darlin',"

"I love you baby,"

"I love you too," placing her bag on the floor.

Not only had my daughter set up the DVD's; she had laid out a pair of checked PJ trousers and a black vest top, and she had plumped up pillows so that Emily would just sink into them; hell it looks comfy.

"Babe?"

"Yes beautiful?"

"Are you sure that you locked the house up?" she asked me.

"Hand on my heart ~ I locked everything up, tighter than Fort Knox," I assured her and it was only now that her breathing was rapid and shallow, "but I will go and double check everything, if you get changed into those PJ's and get yourself settled in to bed?"

"That's a deal!" gently grabbed my hand, she pulled me towards her, reaching on her tip toes she kissed me, "thank you,"

"You're welcome, darlin',"

I am so stupid ~ I should have known that there would be some form of PTSD from what she had been through. How can I make it better? Other than reassure her, but what if she thinks that I am only trying to placate her?

All I know right now, is that she is the love of my life, and she is pregnant ~ stress isn't good for the baby. I mean that is; if she wants to keep the baby.

I have had, a little longer to get used to the idea of a baby. If I am being entirely honest ~ I had gotten used to the realisation that I wouldn't be having anymore children, I had Paige and Ryan; my beautiful daughters whom I am insanely proud of. Did I have it in me to raise another child?

Honestly ~ I would love to give it a try. It is something that will bond us together forever. I do want that ~ I just want her in my life forever.

Rushing down the stairs to double check all the doors and windows were locked.

'Hey sweetheart; thank you for all you did here for Emily. Love ya, dad xoxo.' I text Paige quickly.

'No problem dad. Is everything ok? Love ya too daddy xoxo.'

'I think maybe Emily has some form of PTSD. I will call you later kid, dad xoxo'.

'Ok dad, I am here anytime xoxo'.

'Thanks, xoxo.'

Once I had secured the house was indeed locked up tighter than Fort Knox. I began to climb the stairs and I could hear Emily laughing heartily. I am not ashamed to admit that I had been terrifed that I might never hear that laugh again.

Who would our baby look like? All Emily; if we are lucky. I am excited ~ I have to admit. However, I am a little concerned about having a baby when things with Lizzy are still so up in the air.

Surely, it wouldn't be much longer until she is found! I mean her photo is everywhere, someone has to have seen her. It's frustrating knowing that there is someone out there who wants to harm the lady I love, but not knowing where to find that person, it's infuriating.

"Jeffrey? Jeffrey? Babe...?" Emily was calling out to me.

"What's wrong?" throwing myself up the stairs.

"We got her!"

"Got her? Who?" I asked skidding into our bedroom.

"Lizzy....we got her....attacking me..."

What did she mean?

All the evidence that we had needed had been taken by Lizzy when she had trashed the bar!