David wakes Erica with a kiss
This is set between February and March 2001. I want the first D&E jail scenes as well as D&E's "Scarlet and Rhett" jail scenes to be with Erica pregnant. I've wanted to play with this idea for awhile, so here's my attempt. It'll be at least the end of the month before I update again (I actually have to do some work for this MA course of mine, LOL) so don't think I abandoned it already. 
Chapter 1
She ignored the ringing of her phone, again. She’d been ignoring it for the last hour. She was sure it was Val, ready to tell her about some crisis or another at Enchantment that only she could fix.
Did he realize that she was just a few minutes from having her own crisis?
She’d sat at her vanity until about five minutes ago, staring at the box that lay before her. She knew she had to open the box, remove it’s contents and finally do what she’d been putting off for days, but that didn’t make the entire process any easier. What the results of the contents of this box told her, would determine the rest of her life.
For an hour she’d tried to summon the strength to just do it. Just take the test. Let fate decide the rest, though, she figured fate had already decided and instead it was only a matter of the results confirming what she already suspected. That didn’t make her want to do it, however. If she ignored the box, ignored her symptoms, ignored the fact that she had only ever felt this way four other times in her life, maybe it would all go away.
Or not, she’d finally realized five minutes ago, and had finally removed the contents from the box, gone into the bathroom and taken the test.
She sat on her bed now, her eyes locked on the bathroom door, her mind spinning as she waited to hear the timer go off.
How was she supposed to deal with this? She was at the height of her career. Enchantment was revolutionizing the cosmetic’s world. She was on her way to becoming one of the top CEO’s in the world. She didn’t want to give it all up now.
But she would, if it meant she could balance running her own company and be a hands on, full time, single mother. There was no question that if the test confirmed that was pregnant, as if she doubted it, she would have and love her child. Part of her already did. She’d never dreamed of the chance to be a mother again, to have all the time in the world, all the moments with another child that she never got with Bianca. She wondered too, how she would handle a boy, when she didn’t know the first thing about little guys. And if it was another girl…could she make sure that they didn’t end up having the same problems that she was encountering Bianca?
What would the press think of her being a single mother? Surely they’d question her decision not to have the father in her and the child’s life. Surely, she’d be grilled as to who the father was.
What would Bianca think? They were finally starting to communicate again, and now this child could threaten all of that.
She sighed, what was she going to tell the father? When they’d made love those few times after their break up, she’d never considered this happening. She never pictured herself, alone in her bedroom waiting to find out that she was pregnant, while the father chased after another woman, while waiting for a court to decide his fate.
What would David think of all of this when she told him? If she told him, that was. They’d never spoke of children, and even she’d admit that things between them weren’t the best. He was still angry with her for ending their relationship. Not that she blamed, but that didn’t mean it helped anything. There was also the matter of his, obsession with Dixie Martin, that had landed him in jail and now out on bail…while he waited for his court date. Before their break up she would have thought he’d been happy with this news, excited by the opportunity to be a father. Now she wasn’t sure. Nothing and no one, not even jail, seemed to derail him from his pursuit of Dixie.
How would she explain to her child that his or her daddy was in jail? That his or her daddy was so obsessed with another woman, that he didn’t want anything to do with the child.
She sighed, and turned her gaze on the clock at the end of her vanity. In less then one minute the timer would go off and she’d have to finally face all the questions she’d been running from for weeks.
Part of her was thrilled, she’d realized a few minutes ago. Part of her wanted this opportunity. Part of her needed a second chance to be mother, from the beginning. Part of her ached for gummy smiles and bubbly laughs. For first steps and first words. Part of her even wanted early morning feedings and long sleepless nights. Part of her needed another chance.
And the rest of her was terrified. Nervous. Regretful about how things had ended with David. Unsure, of how she’d do as a single mother. Apprehensive, about what she’d tell the world, what she’d tell David. She was angry too. At herself for ended up here, for ending up alone. He wanted to marry her, he would have married her. She’d run, just like she always did leaving him before he could leave her. They always did. She regretted how they ended. She regretted that he was angry. That he was so lost and confused that even she couldn’t reach him.
The timer rang out, it’s piercing buzzing slamming her instantly back to reality. It really was a formality to check the test, but she had to. She had to see the positive result. See the reality for herself. Her mind wouldn’t process it any other way.
She didn’t remember getting up from the bed. Or walking into the bathroom. And she couldn’t even remember picking up the test to see the results. The positive results. She was looking at herself in the mirror now. Her right hand shaking slightly as she held the pregnancy test. Her cheeks were painted with streaks from the few tears she couldn’t remember shedding. Her face was pale and her watched her chest rise and fall.
Her eyes drifted slowly, sliding down her reflection until she was staring at her stomach. She was pretty sure if she turned to her side, she’d be showing, at least to her knowing eyes. Depending when they’d conceived this child, October or November, she was at least three and half months along. She’d feel this child move and kick soon. She blew out a hard breath and her eyes slipped shut.
What now? How did she face the rest of this pregnancy? Hell, how was she going to face tomorrow? Any day now, the world would see what she’d just learned. They’d see her stomach, see the child growing inside of her, they’d know she pregnant. They’d make face reality.
She was pregnant. She was going to have a baby. David Hayward’s baby. Their baby.
Her mind seemed to spin as the thoughts processed, finally, and her eyes flew open. She shuddered slightly, still looking down at her stomach.
“I’m sorry sweetheart,” She breathed into the empty bathroom, “I wish things were different, for both of us. But it looks like it’s just going to be you and me,” She whispered to the tiny life, who unfortunately was stuck with only her, “I know that I’m not much, but we have to stick together,” She finished nodded, hoping that her words didn’t sound as unsure as she thought they did.
How was she going to do this?
To be continued
Chapter 1
She ignored the ringing of her phone, again. She’d been ignoring it for the last hour. She was sure it was Val, ready to tell her about some crisis or another at Enchantment that only she could fix.
Did he realize that she was just a few minutes from having her own crisis?
She’d sat at her vanity until about five minutes ago, staring at the box that lay before her. She knew she had to open the box, remove it’s contents and finally do what she’d been putting off for days, but that didn’t make the entire process any easier. What the results of the contents of this box told her, would determine the rest of her life.
For an hour she’d tried to summon the strength to just do it. Just take the test. Let fate decide the rest, though, she figured fate had already decided and instead it was only a matter of the results confirming what she already suspected. That didn’t make her want to do it, however. If she ignored the box, ignored her symptoms, ignored the fact that she had only ever felt this way four other times in her life, maybe it would all go away.
Or not, she’d finally realized five minutes ago, and had finally removed the contents from the box, gone into the bathroom and taken the test.
She sat on her bed now, her eyes locked on the bathroom door, her mind spinning as she waited to hear the timer go off.
How was she supposed to deal with this? She was at the height of her career. Enchantment was revolutionizing the cosmetic’s world. She was on her way to becoming one of the top CEO’s in the world. She didn’t want to give it all up now.
But she would, if it meant she could balance running her own company and be a hands on, full time, single mother. There was no question that if the test confirmed that was pregnant, as if she doubted it, she would have and love her child. Part of her already did. She’d never dreamed of the chance to be a mother again, to have all the time in the world, all the moments with another child that she never got with Bianca. She wondered too, how she would handle a boy, when she didn’t know the first thing about little guys. And if it was another girl…could she make sure that they didn’t end up having the same problems that she was encountering Bianca?
What would the press think of her being a single mother? Surely they’d question her decision not to have the father in her and the child’s life. Surely, she’d be grilled as to who the father was.
What would Bianca think? They were finally starting to communicate again, and now this child could threaten all of that.
She sighed, what was she going to tell the father? When they’d made love those few times after their break up, she’d never considered this happening. She never pictured herself, alone in her bedroom waiting to find out that she was pregnant, while the father chased after another woman, while waiting for a court to decide his fate.
What would David think of all of this when she told him? If she told him, that was. They’d never spoke of children, and even she’d admit that things between them weren’t the best. He was still angry with her for ending their relationship. Not that she blamed, but that didn’t mean it helped anything. There was also the matter of his, obsession with Dixie Martin, that had landed him in jail and now out on bail…while he waited for his court date. Before their break up she would have thought he’d been happy with this news, excited by the opportunity to be a father. Now she wasn’t sure. Nothing and no one, not even jail, seemed to derail him from his pursuit of Dixie.
How would she explain to her child that his or her daddy was in jail? That his or her daddy was so obsessed with another woman, that he didn’t want anything to do with the child.
She sighed, and turned her gaze on the clock at the end of her vanity. In less then one minute the timer would go off and she’d have to finally face all the questions she’d been running from for weeks.
Part of her was thrilled, she’d realized a few minutes ago. Part of her wanted this opportunity. Part of her needed a second chance to be mother, from the beginning. Part of her ached for gummy smiles and bubbly laughs. For first steps and first words. Part of her even wanted early morning feedings and long sleepless nights. Part of her needed another chance.
And the rest of her was terrified. Nervous. Regretful about how things had ended with David. Unsure, of how she’d do as a single mother. Apprehensive, about what she’d tell the world, what she’d tell David. She was angry too. At herself for ended up here, for ending up alone. He wanted to marry her, he would have married her. She’d run, just like she always did leaving him before he could leave her. They always did. She regretted how they ended. She regretted that he was angry. That he was so lost and confused that even she couldn’t reach him.
The timer rang out, it’s piercing buzzing slamming her instantly back to reality. It really was a formality to check the test, but she had to. She had to see the positive result. See the reality for herself. Her mind wouldn’t process it any other way.
She didn’t remember getting up from the bed. Or walking into the bathroom. And she couldn’t even remember picking up the test to see the results. The positive results. She was looking at herself in the mirror now. Her right hand shaking slightly as she held the pregnancy test. Her cheeks were painted with streaks from the few tears she couldn’t remember shedding. Her face was pale and her watched her chest rise and fall.
Her eyes drifted slowly, sliding down her reflection until she was staring at her stomach. She was pretty sure if she turned to her side, she’d be showing, at least to her knowing eyes. Depending when they’d conceived this child, October or November, she was at least three and half months along. She’d feel this child move and kick soon. She blew out a hard breath and her eyes slipped shut.
What now? How did she face the rest of this pregnancy? Hell, how was she going to face tomorrow? Any day now, the world would see what she’d just learned. They’d see her stomach, see the child growing inside of her, they’d know she pregnant. They’d make face reality.
She was pregnant. She was going to have a baby. David Hayward’s baby. Their baby.
Her mind seemed to spin as the thoughts processed, finally, and her eyes flew open. She shuddered slightly, still looking down at her stomach.
“I’m sorry sweetheart,” She breathed into the empty bathroom, “I wish things were different, for both of us. But it looks like it’s just going to be you and me,” She whispered to the tiny life, who unfortunately was stuck with only her, “I know that I’m not much, but we have to stick together,” She finished nodded, hoping that her words didn’t sound as unsure as she thought they did.
How was she going to do this?
To be continued
