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A scowl appeared within an instant, "Can't you tell that I'm a little busy? Go back to your beauty sleep." He didn't really need her around for any of this. "You can put the bat down, didn't think you'd like touching things that were once mine." He muttered as he let the rest of the items lay on the floor. With a wave of his hand, he motioned for her to go back to bed.

"As for crazy, always have been," a simple answer as he exited the room, walking down the hall to the bathroom. He had most of his laundry done and slammed the door, a subtle click and it was locked. The faucet was turned on and he had stripped down to his nothings, relaxing as the warm water gushed out from the shower head. He was rethinking his idea of moving back in. She didn't have to say it but he could see her anxiety. The onerous guilt from his fuck up never ended and only made him worse of a person. Truly lost, he didn't know what he could do now. She hated him and the person he once knew had vanished.

He was the one that broke her and now he was trying to pity himself. Though in truth, he deserved everything she could ever do. Change was definitely needed but he didn't know what to do. There was no trust, no friendship and they were practically strangers. When he had finally cleaned himself up, he dried off his damp hair and slipped on some boxer briefs and a t-shirt. Quickly he brushed his teeth and left the bathroom.

The couch was still in it's pristine condition and he had propped what he had as comfortably as possible. The lights were out and he looked up to the ceiling, restless thoughts of Hope who was just so close. He shut his eyes and let the dark consume him.

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When the first rays of sunlight entered the room, William was alert and up. From the look of things, Hope was still asleep. Quickly getting up, he got himself dressed and turned on his phone. Ingredients were still fresh and he began to brew coffee. Thankfully it was Friday and he had no classes to teach that day. From the previous books he had read, he prepared fresh fruit and Oatmeal for her. He himself grabbed some toast and sat at the breakfast bar, phone in one hand and coffee in the other. There was no rush so he'd wait for her patiently. The aroma of the breakfast wafted around the entire house.
 
And he made it seem like it was nothing! As if coming in a house this late at night and making this amount of noise was nothing out of the normal. Granted, technically this still was just as much her house as it was his, but for weeks he hadn't stepped foot in this place, so why should he feel as if he can do something like that? Hope could do nothing but get angry and just stare the man down, wanting to badly to hit him across the face with the bat, especially after he mentioned that it was his. Instinctively her eyes set to the bat, herself wanting to put it down because it was his, but she didn't. This was her only weapon after all.

But she willed herself to not take those steps and actually attack him. It would serve no good for her, though she did feel that he deserved it, and it would only cause more problems.

Sighing, she just shook her head, watched as he walked off, and turned her attention to look down at all of this things, watching as Nacho, the kitten, sniffed through all the things. "Don't let him influence you, Nacho. No need in you turning out evil like him." Another glare sent in the direction that he had walked off towards, she turned around and headed back up the stairs and slammed the door to the room shut behind her. Now sleep was going to be a lot harder to come to her, and she already knew it.

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As as her alarm started going off on the nightstand, Hope groaned before slapping her hand over it to turn the noise off, pressing her face into the pillow as she blew out an exasperated breath. Not a good night's sleep. She already felt exhausted and the day hadn't even begun yet. She sighed. It might just be a good idea for her to handle the meeting with the client and then come back home since she'd have her car back. Besides, she needed to be rested for tomorrow for the wedding, and she honestly just didn't feel like doing much that day.

Not wanting to get out of bed, eventually she knew she would have tp, and after finally bringing herself to finally do it the whiff of something caught her nose. She sniffed, smelled the food, and then her stomach grumbled. And then she felt sick. Steeling herself a breath, she quickly made it out of the room and brought herself over to the bathroom, the smell of the food more prominent then, but it seemed to do nothing for her. She wasn't used to waking up to the smell of food in the morning, and apparently her stomach couldn't decide whether it liked it or not.

Well, at least for once, the morning sickness was actually being true to its actual name. Generally she was usually fine in the morning; it was more so during the day when she found the nausea to finally set into her and cause her to run to a bathroom. Maybe that meant it wouldn't bother her during the day. Oh, she could only hope.

Hope stayed in the bathroom for a little bit longer than normal, having taken a slightly cooler shower than normal and just trying to make sure that she was fine and alright and wouldn't get sick again, but after doing her normal morning routine- taking a shower, washing her face, brushing her teeth, doing her hair and makeup, and getting dressed- she finally headed down the stairs and went to the kitchen, only to stop when she saw Will sitting at the breakfast bar.

Oh right, he was still here.

Trying to keep herself calm, she told herself that she wouldn't let him bother her and that she would make it seem as if he wasn't even there. Yeah, that seemed like a good idea. She walked into the kitchen then, not looking in his direction and just automatically assuming that the food he, obviously, made was for himself, and went to the pantry first to grab the cat's bag of food so that she could fill up his dish, as well as refill his water bowl. When Nacho padded his way over to her, she couldn't help but give a little smile as she bent down to rub his back before she straightened herself back out and went over to the fridge.

Now, what was she to eat? Looking over at the clock on the stove, she didn't have much time left before Amy would be there.
 
Getting up he gently tugged her to the seat and pushed in the chair before sliding it forward. "No complaints, just eat. I heard you upstairs and even if you'll puke it up later - get something in that stomach." He proceeded to wash his mug in the sink and moved his way into the living room, picking up the boxes and trudging off to the garage with a quiet click of a door.

Today was just another day of student papers to read and helping around the house. She had made some slight changes but from what he saw, most things that he owned were left untouched. At least she hadn't been childish and bashing around. Her composure and attitude to everything he put her through had been impressive. Though he hadn't been proud of his behavior, he respected her responses. As soon as he finished up with the mess that he made, he had re-entered the kitchen before the door rang.

"Just sit and eat." It was more of a command than anything else but he had went and decided to open the door.

There was her friend, Amy who appeared more surprised by his arrival than anything else. From the front door he called out to Hope letting her know before he retreated to the laundry room to do the daily chores that she wouldn't really have to bother doing. Without a doubt they'd be talking about him but he didn't really care. He was here for the child and only that reason alone ... at least for now.
 
Good thing she had picked up some orange juice, Hope thought to herself as she pulled the carton out went to the cabinets full of glasses and pulled one down. This was something good to drink while pregnant, right? She really was going to have to re read some of those books again, just to catch herself back up so that she wouldn't have to depend on anyone else to try and tell her what to do. She had been able to pour herself a glass and put the carton back into the fridge before the back of her shirt was tugged on, Will directing her in a different direction, which caused her to turn her head and look at him.

"What are-" But then he sat her down and spoke, the demand loud and clear to her ears. Her eyes went down to the oatmeal with bananas cut into it, her orange juice being placed right beside the bowl and spoon. Had he... Done something to the food? It was a childish thought, yes, but she couldn't help but let it creep through her mind for a split second before she threw it away. No, he wouldn't do anything like that to her; even he wasn't that much of an asshole, but she also knew that he wouldn't do anything to physical harm her, especially not since she was pregnant. Nevertheless, she still didn't thank him for it.

It should have been appreciated, and she probably could have showed him a little bit of gratitude, but she didn't. After all, now she was completely sure that he was only doing this for the baby, because even when they were living together through their rough patches, he never made breakfast for her.

She complied and ate though, taking small bites while not trying to rush too quickly with anything so as not to upset her stomach any further, but as soon as she heard the doorbell she went to stand. But, again, it seemed that Will had it all under control. Oh joy. With the roll of her eyes, when he called back out to her to say that it was Amy, she could only imagine what her friend's expression showed. She was going to have a lot of explaining to do.

"What is he doing here? Don't tell me he pulled something on you and got back in the house." And they were already starting.

After wiping her mouth and scooting her chair back, Hope turned to look at Amy before shaking her head. "It's not what you think. I'll tell you in the car." She cleaned up her mess after finishing the rest of what she could eat and went to grab her purse before she followed her friend out the door, closing it behind her without so much as letting Will know that she was heading out. What would he care anyway. She was just happy to be away from him, and he probably felt the same way.

And then she explained it all to Amy, or at least how the past couple of days had been going. And, well, Amy had just about the same reaction as Hope had. Shocked, then confused. But, she seemed more happy about it than Hope was. "I know, it's a lot. But... I don't know. It's hard." Hope fiddled with her fingers as they slowly approached the shop where her car was at. "I think I'm only going to meet with the client today and head on home. I'm tired, and I need my rest for tomorrow."

And Amy agreed. Actually, she pretty much had the same reservations and opinions on her working as Will had. Before Hope got out of the car after she parked at the shop, Amy spoke out, "You know if you need anything you can always tell me and I'll do it, okay? Even if you need any help with anything, especially with this. I don't want to see anything happen to you. And if you need a couple of days off, you can have it."

Hope nodded as she stepped out of the car. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind. I'll see you at the studio." And with that she closed the door and headed into the building.
 
The house was in utter quietness now that Hope had left. He had a mental list of tasks to complete and decided to get them done as soon as possible before she returned. He had cleaned up their dirty laundry, fixed up the small messes around the house. He stared at their old room which had been left untouched at it's crime scene. It hurt to see that she had moved out to their guest room but he couldn't blame her for such an action. He made her bed and organized the little things she had scattered around the room.

After these tedious chores, he proceeded to go and get a bucket and mop. From one room to the next, he mopped until his back ached and his legs felt like lead. At least Nacho the cat was compromising by perching himself up on the counter and watching in curiosity. When he had finished the largest errand, he continued to dispose of the trash rotting in the garbage cans. By the end of his endeavors, each room was fresh and shining. Before he could collapse from his hard work, he took a quick rinse of cold water and retired on the couch.

Grabbing a quick granola bar, he flipped on the TV and turned on his laptop. He scrolled through his emails and let the news play in the background. From his folders, he pulled out the tests that he had previously given to his students. When the last sheet was marked, he turned off all his electronics and collapsed on the couch. His eyelids fluttered shut and Nacho had decided to rest on his chest. The pair took a nap together - neither aware of Hope's return.

When he had awoken from his rest, his eyes had darted to the electronic clock on the wall before he noticed Hope's presence not so far away. He had quickly gotten up, startling Nacho as well but he ran away elsewhere leaving him with her again."Did you eat? Did things go well?" He drilled away with questions, truly in concern for her and the child but she probably believed him only to care for the baby. That was ok for him.

Even so, he didn't care if she noticed the changes in the house. Everything he was focused on was her health. Thankfully it was still early and four o clock too. "Do you want me to order Pizza for dinner?" He offered, letting his obsessive controlling vanish. Quickly he asked yet another question, "The Wedding is on Saturday or Sunday?" He wanted to know as soon as possible so he'd be able to prepare everything in case of emergencies. Sure he was over protective at the moment but it was for the right reasons.

Despite his back aches, he carried on without a complaint. He felt the effects of domestic chore and regretted the instances when he hadn't helped her out before. His eyes were with bags and he was exhausted but he pulled it together. He was stressed for her and everything else that had went topsy turvey in his life.
 
The meeting had gone as planned and on schedule. As she plastered a grin on her face and kept herself as cheery as possibly to hide the fact that, despite that it was only ten in the morning, she was tired, she went on about the planning and asking what they wanted and what the event or occasion was for. It wasn't anything extravagant, that she had known previously from a phone call, but nevertheless she still liked to reiterate things just so that nothing went misunderstood and the customer came out with a bad experience, because if the consumer wasn't happy, then neither was the producer.

All the family wanted was for her to come out and take their Christmas card pictures before the holidays rolled up at a location that they had specified with her, wanting to actually have professional pictures taken so that the cards didn't look bland or bad. Nothing that she could blame them for, and while she had always figured that holiday cards were generally things people did for themselves, she wasn't about to complain about this one. It would be an easy shoot, taken with a few different pictures and angles, maybe drop in a few effects and then they had a beautiful picture. Of course she would let them decide whether they wanted more than one, which they seemed pretty adamant about.

Nevertheless, it wasn't something she was worried about, and thought that maybe it would even be a little fun. Besides, it would be nothing as difficult as she could imagine this wedding being. Not that it would necessarily be difficult, but Hope just felt as if she had unnecessary pressure on her shoulders to take extremely well pictures for this bride. After all, the only reason she had even called was because a friends of her recommended them, and she didn't want to disappoint. The fact that this was going to be a big, obviously expensive wedding had a lot to do with that as well, seeing as she had never had to take pictures for a wedding this extravagant before, or anything this big had even been brought to her business. Who knew of the doors that it could open if it went well? Maybe the bride would recommend her if she did well enough, or maybe she'd show the pictures off and people attending would ask who took them and what not.

It was all a process that dealt with a lot of patience. If you were good at what you did and was able to show it off, then other people would see it and maybe even want something of their own. Or, at least, that was what her professors had always told her. She felt like customer service had a lot to do with that as well.

After the meeting was finished, Hope packed her car with the equipment from the studio she thought she might need for the wedding before heading out and back to the house, saying her bye's to Amy and that she'd call her if anything came up, and headed back home. When she opened the door, however, she definitely hadn't expected to see Nacho and Will curled up on the couch with one another, sleeping. In another life and another time, she probably would have found it cute, and probably would have taken a picture of it to tease Will about later on, but this wasn't the time, and she didn't feel like it. Probably a shocker, but if it had to deal with Will, she didn't want to do it.

She let him sleep though and went back to her car to get the equipment, figuring that if there was ever a time to get it in the house without being bickered at for trying to do too much while pregnant from her 'husband' it would be now, so she did just that, trying to be as quiet as she possibly could. While she would have loved to have done what he had last night and made all kind of ruckus, she refused to sink that low. She wasn't him, and she wouldn't do the things that he did.

It wasn't really until she sat down on her bed, or the guest bed really, that she noticed that something was different, or at least off, about the place. It was... Cleaner, and she knew she hadn't cleaned it this thoroughly recently. And she couldn't necessarily decide whether or not she was happy about that. Sure, recently she hadn't had that much time to really clean the house, but now... Even if she wanted to she wouldn't be able to because there was nothing to clean, and while it normally would have made her happy to think that, it almost unnerved her. Because what if something were to happen and it was recommended that she stay home from work for the better of her child? She would have nothing to do, and she couldn't stand to just do nothing. And if there was one thing to do in a house it was clean. But now there wasn't.

Groaning, Hope pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. What ever. She'd deal with that if it ever happened. She still wasn't going to thank him for any of it. For the time being she decided to just check through her equipment to make sure that everything was alright. It kept her busy for a little bit, but eventually she did head back downstairs and went straight to the kitchen. She went and poured herself a glass of water, resting her elbows against the counter as she let her thoughts begin to run through her head again. Unfortunately, it had been so much so that she hadn't realized that Will had gotten up from the couch and headed over to her, causing her to flinch before she turned to look at him, furrowing her brows at his questions.

"Not yet. But things went-" And then he shot off another question, something about pizza. She went to open her mouth to shoot out a remark of something alone the lines of 'are you sure pizza is good for the baby?', but, again, another question was thrown her way. Why did he care? Oh right, she was carrying his child, and that was the only reason. That was the only reason he was doing any of this. She huffed before setting her glass down and putting a hand on her hip, leaning her other hand against the counter. "It's Saturday, and the ceremony starts at six but we have to get there early because she wants me to get pictures of her while she's getting ready." She rose his brows at him. "How early she wants me to be, I don't know, I'll have to look at the email again to check. And I don't know when it's going to end or how long we're going to be there for because she wants pictures of the reception taken as well. So we could be there all night and into the very early mornings of the next day, but I don't know. It all depends on how it goes, and how long she wants me to be there. So, does that answer all of your questions or any questions you might have about it?" The sharpness of her tone was there, the frustration of him even being there evident.
 
"Should be fine, no seafood though," he murmured as he went to the kitchen in search of pamphlets. While she answered his questions, he focused on the menu before him. Multi tasking he gave a quick nod letting her know that he comprehended every word she said. "Guess we have a busy day tomorrow." He ignored the resentment present in her tone. The last thing he wanted to do was fight. He had dialed and gave his order quickly and decided to depart from her sight.

Will had a suit to look for and his old office to organize. The space they had once shared was kept just like the bedroom - neat and untouched. Her photographs still hung around in the room from the ceilings, photo albums lined the walls. His finger had carefully slid one out from it's careful compartment and he looked down at the date. With the cream and white lace decorated on the edges, the beautiful cursive letters were strung out. Their wedding album. He had done everything in his power to erase the past but his own curiosity got the better of him. Sitting down at the swivel chair he flipped through the pages. He thought she would have disposed of this book by now but it was still there. He stared intently at the pictures of Hope dressed in pure white, smiling. There was so much zeal and ardor, true bliss. How nostalgic.

At the sound of her footsteps, he had quickly closed the album and set it on the desk. Consecutively the door bell rang and he was off to answer the door. Once he paid for their meal, he had set up in the kitchen. He had ordered five slices - two which were her favorites and 'regulars' as well as Salad in case she choose to eat something lighter. If not it could have been saved for the next day.

"Eat what you want," he stated quietly and quickly chomped away at the pizza in one hand while making sure the cat's water bowl was filled. He didn't really know how to socialize with Hope anymore. Beyond blunt statements, it just didn't seem normal to ask her how her day was, if she was doing alright ... She'd be angry with him wouldn't she?
 
Though Hope figured that Will was doing his general thing of looking at something while listening to her, she couldn't help but be bothered by him doing that still. As he looked down at the pamphlet as she spoke, only giving off a short sentence before he got on the phone, ordered something, and then walked off. And then she was left alone again. She didn't really know why, but the thought of everything going on, the fact that he was here and still acting the same towards her despite the fact that now she was finally carrying his child, made her want to cry. Her throat started to hurt as she bit her lip, turning her head before she dumped the rest of the water back into the sink and left the glass in it before she left the kitchen and headed up the stairs.

Damn these hormones already getting to her, or at least that was what she wanted to blame it on. The fact that she just wanted to cry and be angry all at the same time. It was almost as if she was losing her mind, which she felt like she was now.

Hope didn't really know how long she had laid in bed for, just staring up at the ceiling with her hands crossed over her stomach, her thumb moving back and forth gently over her shirt as she tried to get a hold of herself. She just hated all of this. The silence that enveloped her, despite the fact that there was someone else in the house with her. Before, after Will moved out, she had become accustomed to the silence, because she was the only one left, and there should be no other noise. But now there was someone here, and there was still silence, yet this silence was so much louder and more apparent. It was just like it was right before they filed the divorce papers, when they weren't screaming at each other anyway.

Despite the fact that he was moved back in for the time being, it was still as if they were living separately. And in a sense, Hope knew that they still were, and probably always would be. That brought back the thought that she didn't want to bring a child up in an environment like this, because even if they, some how, were able to come to a compromise with one another, there would still be a bitterness and resentment to Will from her. And she didn't think she'd be able to hide that, even from their child, no matter how hard she tried.

Eventually she went back downstairs again, finding herself restless and just wanting to do something, though in all honesty there really was nothing for her to do. As she made her way back to the living room, when she saw Nacho sitting on the back of the couch she went and picked him up, smiling a little as she hugged him to her chest gently, the gentle and soft purr emitting from the cat's chest. At least there was someone in the house that actually liked her.

Her eyes went up when she saw Will emerge from where the office was at, another room she had not stepped foot in in a while, but she only turned her head to look in another direction to look away from him. The opening of a door could be heard, a little noise, and then it was closed before he came back with the pizza an salad in hand, setting them on the counter before calling back out to her. She had half a mind to not go and get any of the food, but she knew she couldn't do that. For one thing she was hungry, and two... Well, she figured that he'd made her one way or another.

Yet, after setting the cat down and washing her hands, she hadn't expected to look at the pizza and see that two of the slices were her favorite kinds. So now he wanted to remember something like that, or at least show it? It was a kind gesture, yes, but it only served to anger her. "I don't need you to coddle me like I'm some child, okay?" She turned to look at him then, giving him a pointed look as she shook her head. "Or like I'm incompetent and can't do anything anymore because I'm pregnant. All I asked for you to do around here was take care of the littler box because that actually is something that I can't do. I didn't ask you to clean the house, and I haven't asked for you to get or make me any food. I can do those things myself."

Was she being irrational about this? More than likely, but she couldn't help it. "Don't act like you care about me by doing any of this because I know you don't; all you care about is this baby, so I don't need you to do anything for me. I don't need you."
 
"I know," his tone calm and collected, he was reticent as ever. He sat across from her, studying the emotions that were raging through her eyes. Just like before, his conscious was tugging at him to repent. But he held his ground firmly, his stubborn nature getting the best of him in that moment. He bit his tongue, letting the pain of it resonate as he merely ate and chewed.

After being lost in thought, he had finally come back to his reality. "You don't need me but I'm here anyways. Look, I-" he sighed in exasperation. He found it hard to look at her directly in the eyes but when he did, he felt as vulnerable as ever, "Can we at least make amends for now? This is for the future of the child. You know I'm really trying right here but it doesn't seem sufficient enough. What can I do to make you happy? Would you like to hit me until you let all that pent up rage out?" Every word was serious in nature and he finished eating with rapid speed.

"I can't undo my fuck ups but if you want your revenge, do it." There was no hate or anger, just a void of emotion. He was done with this conversation and left the room - sitting down at the couch. He was bent over, head hanging down to the ground and arms resting on his knees. He hated how everything was going. He didn't know what to do with himself or her. Sure he was caught up now that Hope was pregnant ... well in all honesty what she had said was true. He stopped giving a damn long ago until now. Will was surely an undeniable asshole. But the guilt he felt was slowly eating him alive like poison.

He feared for her forgiveness, it was like he wanted to continue to put himself through this agony. Only because he wasn't content with his own behavior. How ashamed and terrible he felt. Though he was being selfish again, forgetting that Hope had gone through more. All because of him. His life seemed to be accustomed with fuck ups. As of right then and there, he wanted to just close his eyes and be done with all this shit.

(ooc: I have an idea for uh the wedding thing so I'll message you :))
 
Did he honestly think that they could just make amends with one another and then just be done with it? Make it seem as if nothing in the past had happened to the two and that all was forgiven? No! She refused to do something like that. He hurt her, so much, and she thought that he deserved the same thing back. He deserved to be the one to know what it was like to be infertile and to be told that it was his fault why they couldn't have any children. It should be him who worried and wondered about where she was during those late nights and who she was with during the day. He deserved to go through what she had gone though, yet she never had the strength to every try and put him through it.

There had been moments when she had been weak and thought about having an affair with another man, just to spite Will and throw his own medicine back at him. But then she would think about it, and then Hope would realize how stupid that was, and how, in the end, it would just made her feel terrible. If he slept around with another woman, what made her think that he would even care what she did with another man? He probably wouldn't, and that always made her stop. Besides, she always thought that stooping down to his level would be beneath her. The fact that her parents would probably kill her had a lot to do with that as well, because despite the fact that they didn't like Will, they wouldn't have stood for her having an affair.

"Hitting you wouldn't even begin to relieve any of the anger I have towards you," she finally spoke, her hand clenched, her eyes narrowed as she watched him hang his head as he sat back down on the couch. But revenge? The best revenge she figured she could ever give to him would be to take this child away from him when, and if, everything went according to plan and she actually gave birth. But again, she couldn't do that, but it wasn't because of him. It was because of the child, and she felt that their baby shouldn't suffer because of them.

That same feeling of nausea she felt this morning was beginning to creep back up on her, no doubt from just the smell of the pizza, she just now figured, but just because of how unsettling this entire situation was. It was ridiculous. Hope closed the pizza box and just grabbed the salad, along with a fork and a glass that she filled with water. "I don't even understand why you're so pissed off at everything," she spat at Will as she started making her way towards the stairs. "Or at me, because you're finally getting what you've always wanted from me; a baby. Apparently me just being me before was never enough." That resentment in her tone had come right back, that venom she spewed his way. "You should just go back to your other woman, because I don't want you here. And I know you don't want to be here either." She shook her head, huffed, and the headed up the stairs, slamming the door to the guest room as she made it in there.
 
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A sigh and yet another groan followed, did she always have to be so dramatic? Though the words she spoke were nonetheless true, he had ignored the stabbing pain of guilt that had haunted him for months past. Now it was just a dull throbbing reminder that refused to go away. Exasperated with her childish behavior, he cleaned up the rest of the kitchen. Night had unveiled itself, leaving a trail of glowing stars on the backdrop.

He ran his fingers through his hair as he showered, he wasn't going to let her comments dig under her skin. That attitude of hers had once been admirable but now it was simply irritating. What she said was true though, he wouldn't have cared to take care of her if it wasn't for the child. They would have been off of each others hooks by now. His hopes were still low, what if the child didn't survive? Then what? He couldn't let himself get invested into this. He didn't want to face any more changes that had already been presented to him.

Once he had finished, he had collapsed onto the couch in comfort, the tv flickered on low while he surfed through the channels in hopes of something stupid to entertain himself with - easing his mind from today. Tomorrow would be busy and the last thing he wanted to do was to bicker some more. By the time the clock had struck eleven, he was done and with another sigh, he was off into sleep.

(ooc: feel free to time skip :) sorry it was so short!)
 
Hope had hardly taken a few good bites of her salad before she found herself running back to the bathroom to make it to the toilet quick enough so that she wouldn't ruin her sheets with her own vomit. But even after all was said and done, after a lot of the contents in her stomach had been brought back up and she had flushed the toilet down, she couldn't help but continued to stay sitting on the ground, her face pressed against the cold seat of the toilet. Probably wasn't the most sanitary thing to do, actually it was quite disgusting in her own mind, however she just didn't have the energy to get herself up and moving again. She just wanted to think.

Actually, that was a lie. She just wanted to feel nothing. To go numb and not really have to think about anything.

It was a pathetic point in her life, she knew that, yet she couldn't help herself. To be honest, it scared her though, because this was not a feeling she wanted to experience after finding out that she was pregnant. This constant fear that sat rooted in the pit of her stomach. The same fear that always came to her in the past after their first few failed attempts at getting pregnant. She considered herself a failure, an utter disappointment of a woman because she couldn't conceive no matter what type of help or treatment she went through. She just couldn't do it. But to think now she actually was with a child and everything could go wrong... It would hurt her worse than all the previous times, and now she knew that she wouldn't have any support if she failed. Or, rather, she wouldn't have the support that she wanted or thought would actually matter. Because she knew if she failed, Will would turn his nose to her and leave. And then that would be it.

When had her life turned to shit? What had she done to deserve this?

Eventually she finally stood up with shaky hands and legs and cleaned her face off before she headed back to the guest room and untucked the bed. The salad lay uneaten as she didn't even bother to get out of her clothes and just climbed in bed, her head resting against the pillow as she stared out at a wall. Was she being a bitch about this entire thing, especially towards Will? Yes. Was she wallowing too much in her own self pity that she wanted him to feel bad for her, that she wanted to get some type of a sympathetic look from him? Despite herself, she knew the answer was yes. And it was being so much so that she couldn't even enjoy this little bundle she might be blessed with, because she was too busy looking towards all of the bad that could happen, and nothing of the good. Because really, when had anything good happened in her life?

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When she had woken up that next morning, it was later than she normally would have woken up. Always she had been on such a schedule of waking up before or right at eight in the morning, yet now as she opened her eyes to see that it was ten in the morning, she could do nothing but stare at the numbers on the clock. The constant tick from the otherwise quite place. She didn't know if Will was awake, yet she honestly could care less. She would already be spending how many hours with him that day, and she wasn't willing to elongate that time for either of them.

It was another hour before she finally got herself out of bed, herself having gotten her laptop to check the emails she had to check back on the time she was supposed to be at the venue, which was four o'clock, and, after realizing that she still had the same clothes as the day before, she went to the dresser in the room and pulled out a pair of sweats with just a plain white t shirt and changed herself into them. She wouldn't worry about changing into what she would wear to the wedding yet, or even take a shower yet. She had enough time before she had to get ready, and right now she could not find herself in the mood to really primp herself up. This really was going to be a long day.

After brushing her hair and pulling it back into a ponytail, she opened the door to the room, happy to not smell any food having been made. At least her stomach was relatively settled for the moment, though she couldn't deny this headache she already felt. She blamed it on the lack of sleep from last night, since most of the time she was twisting and turning in bed, too many thoughts on her mind. Oh well. Once she started moving around she would wake herself up. After all, it's not like she could really have caffeine now, or rather she just didn't want to risk anything. Nevertheless, she made her way down the stairs and towards the kitchen, again refusing to acknowledge Will's presence as she had the morning before and quickly made her way to the fridge where she grabbed out some more orange juice. Orange juice and toast. That sounded like a pretty good breakfast, or at least one that would hopefully stay in her stomach and she knew that that was something she needed. Food to bring her energy up and keep her not hungry. It wasn't the best meal, she knew, but she could start a better diet after today. With that thought in mind, she started making her toast then.
 
A sigh and nothing more. Will quietly retreated away to find seclusion in the night, staring out at the window. With no complaints, he cleaned up the kitchen without a flinch as he heard the soft sounds of her discomfort from afar. When all was cleaned up and finished, he collapsed onto the sofa, attempting to adjust his large statue on it. Rolling from one side to another, he couldn't close his eyes as he stared up at the blank white ceilings. His thoughts drifted from one to another - his conscious screaming despicable things.

Eventually the ticking of the clock faded into the backdrop of the house, and so he fell asleep - haunted by an onset of nightmares.

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Waken by the chirping of the bird, Will had taken notice of the time - it was 6 in the morning and the sun shone brightly. He squinted and gave out an exasperated sigh. He got himself ready and cleaned his face. Turning on his phone, he quickly went through emails before heading out for a quick run. Despite the cold, he felt invigorated and jogged for thirty minutes before he made it back to the house.

Taking a quick shower, he felt ready for the rest of the day. He would deal with all of her complaints even if it killed him. He decided for once to mind his own business and let her do as she pleased. He made himself coffee and ate some fruit. He had composed a mental agenda in his head. He had thought about his suit but at least he had a backup for now - it was too late to get a new one anyways. He didn't make a sound as she approached the kitchen looking for breakfast. He didn't know what to say and drank from his mug in utter silence. He bit his lip and sat awkwardly.
 
The silence was loud, almost deafening as her toast popped from the toaster, her teeth biting at her lip as she started to butter it. This all would have just been better if he wasn't here. Why had the doctor had to call him to the hospital the other day while she was there? She would have been more than fine to know the news by herself, if only so that she could figure out a way to tell him about the baby, because, despite the fact that their relationship was no more and definitely not like it used to be, it still was his child and he deserved to know about it no matter what. But Hope knew that she would have waited to tell him; probably would have waited until she was further along, maybe even showing a little before she told him. At least, more than likely anyway, they would have actually been divorced. He probably wouldn't have been living with her, and they both still would have gone their separate ways. Yes, a child would connect them together no matter what, but at least it wouldn't have led to this.

Hope shook her head at the thought, frowning as she sighed before she put her food on a plate, grabbed her orange juice, and then headed back up the stairs after putting the butter away. She didn't want to stay down there and eat. It would be too much, and she didn't want his presence to bother her as much as it was with being in the same room as he was.

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As time wore on, Hope finally readied herself for the event. After taking a shower, doing her make up, and doing her hair- pulling it into a neat, though almost messy, bun while she tucked some hair in front behind her ear- she put her simple black dress, it relatively fitted on her, that reached to just above her knees on. Despite herself, she continued to look at herself in the mirror, hoping that eventually a bump would begin to form in her stomach region in a few months. But then, as she did look at herself, she thought of Will and that other woman she knew he was seeing. While she had never seen her before, she often wondered what that woman was like. Was she prettier, was she curvier, hair longer, smarter? Was she able to have children easily, to where she didn't have to try different fertility treatments, money wasted since it hadn't worked for her? What made Will drawn to her?

To be honest, that was a question she didn't want to be answered. Because why would she want to know why that other woman was able to pull him into her bed even when he still had her? Her lips pinched into a frown at the thought, her brows furrowing before she took a breath and looked away from the mirror. It didn't matter anyway, she told herself. Will had that other woman, and that was that. Fine. Let him be like that. She didn't want him anymore. Or at least that was what she tried to convince herself of.

Putting her heels on, she looked to the clock to see that it was five minutes to three, and after seeing the time she couldn't help but nod to herself. Right on schedule. It would take an hour to get to the venue, and while she wasn't looking forward to the drive with Will, she knew that she was just going to have to deal with it. She headed down stairs then with the rest of the equipment that she still had left to put into the car, this sense of wariness still coming to her but she pushed the thought aside and just continued about. It would go away, she told herself, once she started actually working. It always did. "Come on, Will," she called out with a sigh as she headed to the closet by the front door so that she could get her coat. In all honesty she knew that the coat wouldn't be of much use to her, seeing as the venue was all indoors and with all the walking around she was planning on doing there was no doubt in her mind that she would become hot, or at least warm, it was still good to keep it around. After all, it's not like she was really wearing anything that was made for the cold, but she digressed. "It's time to go and I don't want to be late."

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Just as she had thought, the ride her been silent save for the little music that played in the car. She didn't try to speak with him, and he didn't attempt to speak with her, which Hope was completely fine with. It's not like they had much to talk about anyway, seeing as she personally didn't want to know what was going on in his life any longer. She didn't care, so she just let him be.

"You don't have to come in- no, actually, I don't want you to come in. There's no need of you getting in the way, and I refuse for that to happen." Finally she turned to look at Will after having parked the car, the parking lot that the venue sat it nearly empty save for a few cars that were already there. No doubt the mother and father of the bride, the bride herself, her bridesmaids, and then the groomsmen and groom already there. She raised her hand to look up at her watch, furrowing her brows. "It's three fifty five, the wedding starts at six, and you don't need to be around until then. I don't care what you do; you can sit in the car for the rest of the time, you can walk around, or you can take the car and go somewhere else. Just don't go far, because you need to be back by, at the latest, five forty." Looking up from her watch, she looked back over to Will, the gears in her mind going on with how she wanted things and what she had to tell him. Professional, even with him, just be professional. "To get to the ceremony, just head through those doors over there, go down the hall to the right and then turn left into the double doors. I'm sure there will be signs or people escorting others to the room, but just keep that in mind. You'll be sitting in the very back on the bride's side. So just try to make yourself invisible, and just sit there. I doubt if I'll need your help with anything." And, without so much as waiting for him to say anything back, she got out the car, headed to the trunk, grabbed the few things she had to get, and then walked away.

---

The ceremony had been beautiful, not that Hope had thought anything different. The venue itself was beautiful for that matter, with white candles lined down the aisle, the lights dimmed in the room, different variations of white and and off white flowers strung down the benches that had been placed in the area. Candles also hung over their alter as well, with those same flowers woven into it. And while Hope had an inkling of a thought that that may be a fire hazard, she just hoped that nothing would happen. A giant window stood behind the alter, showing that outside of the large open space, a few trees spaced here and there, with snow covering the ground, the sun in the background dipping back into the horizon as they said their vows to one another. It was just what the bride had wanted, she remembered her having said at some point. For the sun to be setting as they were to be joined as man and wife, for the sky to be an orange, almost purple color with stars just beginning to peak into the sky as the snow still glittered with the little light that was still to be there.

And Hope used all of it to her advantage so that she could get the best pictures.

Since her decline in marriage taking pictures of a ceremony had always been a little more difficult for her. It just always reminded her of her own wedding. While it hadn't been nearly as extravagant as this, not even half way, it had still been nice, and she loved it. She had loved Will at that point, and back then that was all that mattered to her. She had been so happy that day, and it almost hurt to see others so happy when getting married. How long would they last though? Would they make it long, or would this joining only be short lived? She could never say. But, as always, she reminded herself that she had to be professional and not let her emotions get the better of her. She had to get her personal life out of this, and keep up with what was going on around her so that she could have the opportunity to take the best pictures of the best moments. It was her job, after all, and as she told that to herself, she also told herself to not look once at Will.

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After the ceremony had ended and after the pictures of just the bride and groom and all the bridesmaids and groomsmen along with the mother and father of the bride and groom, the reception had started and it was a jovial occasion. The reception area was in the same building as the ceremony had been held in, however this room was bigger, still decorated beautifully. The first dance had been done, the bride had danced with her father, people ate... That had been one of the hardest things to deal with here, the smell of the different foods. It made her feel sick, but she continued to drink her water to wash the feeling away, which would inevitably show itself back in a matter of moments. But she couldn't leave, she knew she couldn't. Her feet were beginning to hurt as well as the night wore on, to which she knew she should have worn different heels, and she had forgotten to bring her back up pair as well. Great...

She took a deep breath as she watched more people approach the dance floor, taking a quick snap shot of that before she knew she had to sit down somewhere, because along with the feeling of her feet hurting, something else wasn't right. It was almost like she had the same feeling as she had when back at work with that little bit of light headiness. When she found an empty chair towards the back of the room, herself always wanting to keep herself separated from the friends and family of the wedding, she took another breath as she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear. Her hands shook a little, but she shook her head, grimaced, and leaned back in the seat. She just needed to take a little break. Yeah, that was it. And then she could get back to work.
 
The evident distance between the both of them only led to more aloof relations. He kept his mouth shut as he went through the car, making sure to pack whatever he could think of. She didn't have to know but it had been a habit to think of everything thoroughly. Without a doubt she'd be wearing heels and so, he found a pair of her flats and put them in the back before securing anything else. He dressed himself and stared at the reflection in the mirror. His youth was still there - sharp features and all. He loathed himself from time to time, noticing the arrogant glint in his own eyes. He had remembered back in his childhood where he had absolutely despised douches, but ironically - he had turned into one.

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His phone constantly beeped with messages. Enraged ones from Amber - voice mail, text and email included. The woman was demanding an explanation and he still hadn't gotten around to it. Locking himself in the bathroom he finally dialed his phone and called her. It had been already a week since they had last spoken. He was greeted to her hormonal screeching and rage. When he finally gave her and answer the line had gone silent. She was fearful, afraid that their relationship would be ruined because of a child. Irritated and annoyed, Will refused to put up with her selfish concerns. Her usual harmonious voice was cool as knives, revealing a darker side he hadn't expected. She was still so young and immature, he ended the call without another reply and ignored the next few rings. He was tired - tired of it all.

The path of life laid down so many choices before him. It would either be Hope or Amber. But one way or another, he would be ruining a person. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair before thumping his forehead on the wall and wishing his own death.

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He had followed her out the door and gotten in the car, turning on the radio in hopes to ease the tension.

Though he was going to voice his opinion, he knew that when she had her mind set on something it was final. He didn't say anything as he merely nodded his head and watched her make her way to the venue. He had no interest in leaving and so he parked the car and decided to take a tour around the place. A few guests - particularly females flashed him a quick smile. Though he was flattered by the attention, he had no interest in doing anything stupid. The amount of mistakes he had committed had compiled into a huge mess. He kept his eye on his phone. He still worried about Hope but she'd probably lose focus the moment he interrupted her concentration. Thankfully it wasn't too cold and so he waited patiently for the time to pass as he browsed through the web.

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The ceremony had been beautiful but the memories associated to his own wedding brought his mood down. Just as Hope had said, he kept himself invisible in the back while he shut his eyes. He had attended enough weddings and despite the extravagances of each one, he had still thought his own had been the best. That was the power of love - because there was Hope next to him. He was in a state of uncomfortable regret. He forced a smile on his face but sulked like a child.

When it was over, he had followed the rest of the crowd to the reception. He searched for Hope which wasn't too difficult due to his height but he spotted her from afar. Her pale and gaunt face showed a mixture of sickness and discomfort. He made his way to the car with the pair of flats in hand. She probably wouldn't appreciate his presence but he could tell when she wasn't feeling well. After knowing her for so long, she couldn't fool him.

When guests were getting ready to be seated, he found himself by her side. Her complexion was terribly pale. His heart skipped a beat. "Here wear these," he murmured as he gave her the shoes. "I'll take the heels and bring them back to the car, don't complain and just wear them." And with that said he had taken her heels and disappeared for a couple minutes before re-entering. Many of the guests were already seated and he was thankful for the fact that they had their own quarters way in the back with the rest of the wedding crew. He took a quick glance at her, noticing that she still looked terrible.

"Are you alright?" Sincere concern etched in his voice. Without much of a second though he had brought his hand to her forehead, feeling a radiating warmth. "Your temperature..." he brought his hand to his own forehead which was much cooler. He took notice of the slight quivers from her fingers. He grasped her hands, feeling the brisk coldness which contrasted from the heat on her head. "What can I do to help? Please tell me."
 
When Will had come over to her with a pair of flat shoes, Hope couldn't help but raise her brows at the gesture. When did he bring those? From the house, obviously, but how had he remembered to bring something like that while she forgot? The slightest hint of irritation graced her expression as she took the shoes without so much as saying a thank you to him before she took her heels off, to which her feet screamed in thank yous, and slipped the flats on before resting her feet against the ground again. But when he left, her eyes went back to the reception and the people that participated in it. She had already taken a picture of the cake, as well as the bride and groom cutting the cake, as well as other little trinkets and things that the bride had told her to take pictures of in one of their previous meetings. Now it was just a waiting game to see if anything interesting and worthwhile would happen, which, she knew, would more than likely happen. It always did, or at least with the bride and groom which was who she put more of her attention on. After all, it was their wedding, and they needed to be represented as such.

She had stolen a few shots of the bride and groom before, either when they were dancing or just sitting or talking with one another, stolen kisses, bright smiles. Ultimately, Hope found herself jealous of all of this.

Her throat almost tightened at the thought, her eyes watering a little until Will had come back. Her eyes peered up at him, wanting to remember the man that he once was, and a little bit of him even seemed to show when his concern became apparent to her. However, while that part of him showed, a different part of her showed. When he placed his hand against her forehead she scowled, pulling back from the touch as she grit her teeth, looking down at his hands as he touched hers. Temperature, her hands shaking... "I'm fine," she said to him, snatching her hands from his grasp before she grabbed her camera and turned away from him. "You don't need to do anything; I don't need your help, nor do I want it." Despite herself, she turned to look back at him, frowning before she shook her head and stood from her seat. "I need to get back to work."

Hope knew she was bad with people comforting her, even with Will and she had always been. It was something she blamed her parents of, the fact that she always felt like she didn't need to be comforted or want to be comforted since they hardly did that for her. Figure it out yourself, they always told her. You're independent enough to do that for yourself. But, now that she thought about it, how many times had she pushed Will away, even when they were happy with each other, because she wanted to take care of her problems her own self? A lot, she realized, but then it made her think that that was probably a reason as to why they grew so distant so quickly. The very last time they tried to get pregnant, the time when it was told that, after nothing happened, that the chances of her ever getting pregnant were probably one in a million, and that million was probably so much more, she had been devastated for about a day. When they got home, she didn't remember getting out of the bed for at least a day and a half, and during that time, she actually had let Will comfort her. But, after the day and a half, she started pushing him away and started trying to deal with it her own self, even not talking to him for a while.

Another picture of the bride and groom taken, a picture of the bride with her bridesmaids dancing, one with the groom and his groomsmen. Back to work, focus on the client, keep a sharp eye on everything... Except why was it so hard to focus on things right now? Why were things slightly blurry, black dots beginning to cloud her vision. She needed to sit down, and fast. But when she turned around to see where Will and her empty seat was, why did it seem so far away? In those next few moments, she took a few more steps, and then, just like it had back at work those few days before, everything went black, and she fell.
 
Will kept quiet, extinguishing the frustration he felt every single time he tried to do something good. Just an ounce of respect was all he really wanted at this point but she still held the grudge over him. Rather than create a scene, he let her do as she pleased. This wasn't the first time since something like this happened anyways. He watched from a distance, at least she was looking a bit better in color. He was tired and nearly almost ready to daze off when his eyes zoomed in on focus to Hope. He thought he was seeing things but his world came crashing down on him when he saw her collapse onto the floor - unconscious.

He had rushed to her side, the other wedding crew members were besides him. One called 911 and others took the equipment off of her. At least the wedding guests hadn't seen what had happened. Will had scooped her fragile body up in his arms and he felt the coolness of her skin. He was beyond terrified in that instant and he wanted no one else to touch her. It was like her life force was seeping away from her body. When the ambulance finally arrived, they put her onto the gurney and he held her hand along the ride. He had noticed the pale seeping of red blood flow from her dress and he was in utter shock and fear.

"Whatever happens, please - just live," he murmured quietly as his hands clutched onto hers. He could feel his own sweat cling onto his clothes and his breathing quickening. It seemed to take forever before they finally arrived and she was rushed in. He was left behind to await her fate, he paced back and forth, not giving a damn whatever else was going on. Right then and there all that mattered was Hope.

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When an hour and a half passed, she had been moved elsewhere and he was by her side again. He was glad to see her somewhat conscious and without much of another thought, had embraced her gently. "Is she alright Doctor?" He hadn't even considered the consequences of the child. He was afraid to hear the news himself. The grey haired man fixed his glasses before opening his mouth and speaking.

"You're lucky this time Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair. She fainted due to exhaustion from dehydration. With the current state of your body and medical history, you should really take it easy. We've checked the embryo and it is fine - just minor spotting from the collision of your collapse." He shook his head and gave a longer and more stern lecture. "I'll have papers ready for you so you can be discharged," he said simply before exiting the room.

Will let out a breath of relief now that it was all over. He didn't want to argue with her, he was just happy that she was safe. And even better yet, the baby was unharmed too. He thought about it during the past minutes that if the child was gone - would he abandon her again? Would they part like they did before this miracle? He hadn't considered it during the process about what he'd do if the child was no longer in existence. He was too afraid to.
 
As her eyes slowly opened to reveal those bright white lights above her, the smell of the hospital entering into her nose, she started to panic. Her heart quickened, her breath quickened a bit. Where was she? How had she gotten here and why wasn't she at the wedding? Why wasn't she working and doing what she was supposed to do? She was paid to take pictures, not lay in a hospital bed and certainly not with someone's arms around her. It took her a second to realize who it was, Will, but instead of pushing him away, she just laid there. No wrapping her arms around him, no saying anything. She let him hold her, the feeling comforting, the feeling welcomed, yet it also made her want to cry. This whole evening wanted to make her cry.

She felt weak, even a little sick, and her hands still shook as she slowly blinked her eyes to peer at the doctor that had come into the room. He didn't necessarily seem too pleased to be telling her anything, which made her worry. Had something happened to the baby? As the man spoke she listened, the only words actually passing through her were the words that meant that the baby was still okay. Just a little spotting because she fell. The baby was okay. The baby was still alive...

She was going to have to call Dr. Henson and tell her what happened. No doubt the woman was going to be concerned, but what was she going to tell her to do? Stay at home for a while, take a lot of time off work so that she could better herself so that this didn't happen again? That seemed like a possibility, yet Hope didn't like that idea. There were still things for her to do, clients to attend to, and while the winter season wasn't their busiest season, she still had a lot to do. She couldn't just drop it.

The door was shut when the doctor left, and it was only then that Hope finally lost her resolve. How long had it been since she cried in front of Will, besides yesterday after hearing the baby's heartbeat? A quite sob broke through her lips as she finally put her arms around Will, her fingers clutching onto the back of his shirt as tears started to fall from her eyes. "I don't know if I can do this," she spoke, her voice quivering. "I don't think I can." Could she really carry this baby and be fine? Could she carry this baby and the baby be fine? Again her thoughts when to what may happen if the baby didn't make it. It would be devastating, even more so then being told that she couldn't just be pregnant, and it's not like she had been doing a very good job of doing anything. Passing out twice, hardly being able to keep any food down, as well as hardly being able to get much sleep. "I'm sorry... I'm scared. I'm terrified of what might happen." She was afraid of being called a failure again and even hating herself for the fact that she couldn't just do something or be right for once. She was afraid of losing something that she may never be able to have again.

"I'm sorry." Sorry for not being able to carry a baby like so many other women were, sorry that they had to go through so much shit and still not be able to give him what he wanted, a baby. And now... She couldn't even hardly take care of herself. What kind of mother was she, or was she going to be?
 
The wall that had been built between them seemed to have fallen drastically. He was still self composed and strong but at the sight of her tears, his own heart had weakened. He had been such a selfish man and he pitied himself. He kept his arms around her, his head resting on top of hers. The echo of his own rhythmic heartbeat rang like bells in his ears. "You can do it, you made a business out of your passion ... I believe you can do the same for this child." He murmured as he stroked her gently on the back. He had missed this and it never felt more right. "It'll be alright," he soothed her quietly. In the moment, he hoped it would never end. "We'll find a way." He murmured softly.

"It's not your fault, I'm sorry too," the honest admittance of his wrong doings felt relieving but he wasn't sure if she'd accept them. He awaited for the doctor and nurse to arrive as they filled out the papers and such. He was quiet and they took their time. He had called for a friend to drop them off at the wedding reception to pick up their car. Though their absence wasn't noticed he stuck close by her as they finished up what they had left to do. They'd talk more once it was all over.
 
Why did this feel so much like it had happened before? This scenario with Hope in tears, or at least in a complete daze when she just wanted to hold Will and did just that as he held her too. Always stroking her hair, always trying to comfort her while she had to battle with her own mind about what ever she was going through. But, now that she thought about it, this scene was familiar. After all their failed attempts with coming up with nothing, they had always resorted to this. Holding each other, speaking softly, lovingly. How long would this last though? When would this veil of what they used to be fall and brought them back to the present to where he remembered how infertile she was and to where she remembered his infidelity? It might be inevitable for that moment to show back up, but she wasn't about to start it. Not right now. She wanted this back. She didn't want to argue with him for once.

His words struck her, and while she wanted them to bring her more confidence it didn't. Yes, she was able to build a business of her own, yet it was nothing like caring for a child, an unborn one for that matter. Her business wouldn't fall because she couldn't give birth to it. It was different, but, nevertheless, she did appreciate the words. She just wished that she could believe them more, as well as everything else he had said. It made her wonder whether or not he really was sorry or if he was just saying that because he had been swept up with everything that had gone on and they just seemed like the right things to say. She pushed that thought aside though. She'd figure it out later.

When she had finally been released from the hospital, one of Will's friends having picked them up and brought them back to the venue, people were starting to clear out. What time was it? Two in the morning... Long reception, but she hadn't expected anything less. Had the guest seen what happened to her? Had her falling out dampened the mood a little bit? She was going to have to call the mother the next day and ask, and maybe give them a discount because of her 'unprofessional' accident. The thought was more frustrating that saddening, however, because if she ended up doing that how much money was she going to end up losing? As they were brought back to her car, Hope still felt weak, and Will ended up getting in the driver's seat, not that she even had a thought that he would let her drive, nor did she have the urge to. Her eyes turned to look in the back of the car, taking her own little inventory of all of her equipment. It was all there. Had her camera been messed up from the fall though? Had the memory been screwed? Oh God she hoped not, because if she lost all those pictures...

No, she didn't want to think about it. After buckling herself into the seat, she leaned it back a little and sighed, closing her eyes for a little bit as they started to drive back home. "I'm going to call Dr. Henson in the morning and let her know what happened," she spoke up quietly after about thirty minutes. "I don't know what she'll say or if she'll want me to come in at some point, but I'll let you know."
 
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