Chapter Eighteen

Family

Charlie

2 months.

She had been with Monroe for two months. It felt like years. She was in the bathroom, puking her lungs out. She thought she had caught a stomach virus or something, and was just planning on staying in bed for the rest of the day, so that she could get over it. But, as night came and went. She still felt like crap in the morning.

"I'm going to get Dr. Wills to come this morning," Monroe said, getting out of the bed.

"Bass, I'm fine." Charlie replied.

"No, you're not." He said. "You've been in bed two days."

"I'm moving, today, I promise." Charlie said. "Promise?" Monroe asked.

"I promise." She said. He frowned, as if he was not sure she was telling the truth. Charlie managed to get out of bed, but not long enough before her stomach did a summersault, and she rushed to the bathroom.

She puked into the toilet. She felt Monroe come behind her, and move her hair out of the way. "I'm getting Dr. Wills," He whispered in her ear.

After she had relaxed, and Monroe had sponged her head, he left, leaving her all alone.

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Rachel

"I thought I had him." Rachel said, through clenched teeth.

They were now in Texas. The men were more aggressive, and it was always louder. Always giving her a headache.

"You thought you had him, in New Mexico, Arizona, and California." Aaron said, annoyed.

"Well, sorry," Rachel said, taking another swig of the whiskey she had wanted. All she wanted was to be with Charlie again.

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Charlie

"Good morning, Ms. Matheson," the doctor said, giving her an eye that made her squirm.

"I'm just going to give you a checkup, it should be over in just a few minutes.." He said.

He was wrong. It took longer. He didn't like her, and she could tell. "You don't have a stomach bug, Ms. Matheson," He said, upset.

"What is it then?" Charlie asked.

"You're pregnant." He said, bluntly.

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Monroe

Monroe was sitting in an interrogation room. Getting very annoyed.

"You said you were ready to confess." Monroe said.

"I am." The gunman replied. Just then, there was a knock at the door, that turned both men's attention away.

"Then, why'd you shoot?" Monroe asked.

The man remained silent. He was wasting Monroe's time. He had much more important things to do then, sit and interrogate a man who wouldn't speak.

"General Monroe," Captain Fuller said.

Monroe looked up to find him, holding his hands behind his back. "You're needed back in your quarters." he said.

Monroe frowned. He told Dr. Wills that he was sure that it was just a mild stomach flu, he just wanted to know that she was going to be alright, and that she can take something to help her health. "I told Dr. Wills not to bother me." He said, agitated. Mainly from the man sitting across from him.

"He said it was important." the Captain said, not letting the subject go.

Monroe sighed, and rose. "Take him back to the prison." Monroe said.

"What!?" The man asked. But, he didn't care. Monroe left, he had other things to attend to.

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He could hear crying before he even entered the room. Dr. Wills had a curtain up. "What's wrong? What did you do to her?" Monroe demanded.

The doctor turned realizing that he had arrived. "The question is, sir, what did you do to her?" He spat. Monroe finally reached his boiling point, and rammed the doctor into the wall. "I'll ask you one more time, before I kill you with my bare hands," Monroe shouted, Charlie's cries getting louder.

"What's wrong with her?!" He demanded.

"What's wrong with her? What's wrong with her!" He said, laughing. Monroe tightened his grip.

"What's wrong with her is that she's pregnant." He said.

Monroe punched him hard. "Guards, take him away." Monroe said.

Monroe then opened the curtain. There was blood everywhere.

He rushed to her side. "Charlie," He murmured. "I'm…I'm.." She stuttered. "Pregnant, I know." He whispered. "What happened?" He asked. "He tried…tried…to get the baby out."

He looked nervously looked at her stomach. "Get me another doctor!" Monroe shouted.

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Monroe waited anxiously outside. Until finally the door opened, and Dr. Hynde came out, wiping her hands on a white rag.

"How is she?" Monroe asked.

"She's going to be fine." She said.

Monroe breathed in a sigh of relief.

"The baby?" Monroe asked, not really caring, but wanting to know.

"The baby's going to be fine." She said, with a smile. "Congratulations, sir."

"Thank you." He said, "Can I go see her?"

The doctor nodded.

Monroe walked into their room, and saw Charlie lying on the bed. "Monroe," she said, weakly.

"Hush," He whispered, getting on the bed, and stroking her arm. "The most important thing is that you're safe…and our baby is safe." He said, as he rubbed a hand against her stomach. "Dr. Wilkes…" She tried.

"He's being taken care of." Monroe whispered, in her ear.

"You should get some sleep," He said, moving Charlie who whimpered a little. "You're okay." He wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her forehead.