A Delicate Decision

Justin's POV

Later That Night

When I come to, I realize that I'm in the hospital again. Fucking Ethan. Suddenly, I feel panic wash over me, and I'm scared for my baby. I've known that I'm pregnant for only a little while, and I've already risked my baby's life twice in that time.

Tears fall from my eyes, and down my cheeks. I'm a horrible father, and now I might have lost my baby. Well, not my baby. Brian's and mine. My tears fall faster now, and I know I'm not supposed to get worked up, but fuck that! I need to know if the baby's okay.

I'm feel myself getting more worked up, with each passing minute. When someone finally starts to open the door, I'm thinking the worst. The door opens, and I'm surprised when it's Brian who walks in, and not Dr. Landry. "We need to talk," He says softly.

I shake my head no. Fuck that. I'm more worried about our baby, than I am about being afraid of him queening out. Brian quickly walks over to me, and his eyes hold a dangerous anger in them. So I decide to shut up, and listen to what he has to say.

The room's silent for several minutes, and then he asks, "Why didn't you tell me?" Brian's voice is soft, not loud and angry like I thought it would've been. I look up into his eyes and say honestly, "I wasn't ready to tell you yet. I was afraid, and you were already stressed out with Kinnetic."

I know that Brian's not happy with my answer, but it's true. I watch as he runs a frustrated hand through his hair. Turning back to me, he says, "When you are released, you are coming back to the loft with me. NO questions, and NO arguments, Justin."

As I open my mouth to argue anyway, Brian's hazel eyes flash dangerously. Though I know he would never hurt me, the anger and hurt in his eyes makes me close my mouth once more. So I nod, because I know if I say anything, I'm going to regret it.

After another few minutes of silence, Brian speaks again. "When were you going to tell me that you're pregnant? Were you even going to tell me?" His words, so soft and hurt, strike me. I wish I could take away the pain that Brian feels, but I can't.

Because I'm the cause of his pain. I'm also the cause of his anger, and I can't stand it. I swallow once, nervously, and then I start talking. "I don't know, Brian. I don't know if I was going to tell you. Part of me wanted to, but another part of me didn't."

Brian's eyes flash again, and this time his jaw tenses. "So you were going to keep our baby a secret from me. What were you planning on telling our child when it grew up? That you couldn't depend on the father because he's a drug addict?"

I feel the blood drain from my face at his accusation, and as I'm about to reply, a voice shouts: "BRIAN A. KINNEY, YOU LEAVE SUNSHINE ALONE! HE ALREADY HAS ENOUGH STRESS PUT ON HIM!" I breathe a soft sigh of relief.

Thank God for Debbie. Brian looks at me, and then at Debbie. He looks ready to argue with the woman. But one look at her angry expression, and Brian backs off. Shit, I have to learn that look from Debbie. I watch as Brian starts walking toward the door.

He turns back to me and says, "When you are released, you are still coming back to the loft with me." Then Brian turns to Debbie and points a finger at her. "If anyone objects, especially you, Mikey, or Jennifer, you can go and fuck yourselves. That's all I'm going to say."

He leaves my room, and Debbie's standing there shocked. After a moment, she shakes it off. Walking over to me, Debbie takes a seat in a chair near the bed. "I'm so sorry about all of that, Sunshine. How are you and our little Sunshine feeling?"

I'm glad that the doctor told Debbie, my mom and Daphne, about me being pregnant. I think I'd have freaked out when trying to tell them. But whatever, it's already taken care of. So by tomorrow morning, or even sooner, the news will be spread all over Liberty Avenue.

I love Debbie to death, but how the fuck does she think I feel? I'm worried about the baby, in pain, and surrounded by complete chaos. However, I decide not to upset her, so I fake a smile. "I'm fine, Deb. I'm just really tired. Can you send Daphne in? I know she was scared."

Debbie nods. "Of course I will, Sunshine. But the doctor needs to examine you, first. After you're examined, I'll send her in." She kisses my cheek, and then leaves the room. Dr. Landry walks in, and he's smiling. But I know that it's only for show, since it doesn't reach his eyes.

His real smile does reach his eyes. Dr. Landry begins to examine me, and it takes him a little while, since he does a full body examination. When he is finished, I put my clothing back on, and he tells me to get back in the bed. Now even his fake smile leaves his face.

Dr. Landry's next words nearly make my heart stop. "Justin, you're bleeding. That's not a good thing to happen when one is pregnant, but I think you and your baby will be okay. As long as you take care of yourself, and do what I'm about to tell you, then you two should be okay."

My heart's beating so fast in my chest, that I fear I'm having a heart attack. But a moment later, I realize that it's my fear that's making my heart race. I nod, and then wait silently for the doctor to tell me what I need to do, to keep my baby safe.

"I'm putting you on bed rest. You can go home tonight, but only because as your doctor, I can't make you stay here. Even though I don't encourage it, I'm allowing you to go home tonight. You will not leave your bed except to go to the restroom."

I nod at the doctors words, as he continues. "You do NOT pick up anything heavier than a baby's cup, or you can hurt yourself and your baby. You need absolutely NO stress. You need someone with you at ALL times, to make sure that you and the baby are okay."

I nod, and listen to the rest of what he is saying. When Dr. Landry is finished speaking, he tells me to talk to my family, and then I can leave. Then he leaves my room. Daphne comes rushing in, mere seconds after Dr. Landry leaves my room. "I'm so glad you're okay!"

She hugs me, gently, remembering that I'm pregnant. I reach up, and wipe away a tear that falls down her cheek. Looking Daphne in the eyes, I say, "I'm sorry for worrying you. Also, I'm going to call Brian, and go and stay with him again."

I can tell that Daphne doesn't agree with my decision, but she just nods and hugs me again. We talk for a few minutes, and then I ask her to send Debbie and my mom in. Daphne nods, kisses my cheek, and then leaves the room again. I sit there, waiting.

Debbie and my mother quickly come into the room, a few minutes later. They both start in on how they want me to move in with them, or each other, but I shake my head no. In response to that, they start complaining. I hold up a hand for silence, and they comply.

Setting my hand down a moment later, I speak. "I'm going to call Brian, and stay with him. I love you guys, but I don't want to be smothered, and I know Brian won't do that. He will help me, and check in on me, yes. But he will also know when I need to be left alone."

My mother and Debbie both look like they want to argue some more, but I only point at the door, motioning for them to leave. Mom needs to take care of Molly, and Debbie needs to help Vic. They both kiss me on the cheek, and then leave, grudgingly.

When they are gone, I go to the nurse's station, and ask if I can use the phone. The nurse on duty nods, and smiles at me. I smile politely at her, and then pick up the phone. I dial the number to the loft, and hope that Brian will pick up the phone.

"Hello?" Thank God! "Brian, Dr. Landry said I can leave the hospital tonight. Can you come and pick me up?" There is silence for a moment, and then he says, "I'll be there in thirty minutes." I hang up, and thank the nurse again. I sign some papers that Dr. Landry needs me to sign.

Then I go outside, and wait for Brian to show up. True to his word, he pulls up thirty minutes later. The ride to the loft is silent, because both of us are lost in our thoughts. We arrive at his building before I know it. We exit the jeep, and then go inside the building.

A few minutes later we are stepping out of the elevator, and Brian is unlocking the door to the loft. He motions me inside first, and step inside. Brian follows, and closes and locks the door behind us. He gently grabs my arm, turning me to face him.

"Go lie down in the bed." It's a command, not a request. I think about arguing, but the look in on his face tells me not to. So I don't. I smile at him, though it's not my full Sunshine smile. I'm too tired to worry about it, though. So I just crawl in the bed.

As I pull the duvet over me, I hear Brian enter the bedroom as well. Turning to look at him, I watch as he takes off his clothes. Then Brian crawls in the bed too, and spoons in behind me. He puts his arms around me, holding me. Moments later, my eyes are closing.