***FIVE YEARS LATER***

I rolled over in bed, exhausted. I had been awake all night, and now that everything was silent, I could not fall asleep. I felt my face, still running a fever. Sighing, I lifted my head and flipped the pillow. I placed my head back down, then let out a relieved breath as the cool side hit my cheek. After a few minutes, the pillow was back to being hot. Annoyed, I climbed out of bed silently, and then made my way to the bathroom. As I drew the bath, I undressed and left the door open. My fever wasn't so high that I had to take an ice-bath, so this one was just warm enough to cause steam to rise. Lowering myself into the water, I sighed deeply and grabbed my inflatable pillow and stuck it to the tub. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to drift off in the cold water.

I jolted awake, seemingly out of nowhere. I threw myself forward, casing water to splash up and over the edge of the tub. I looked to my left, straight into Wrench's eyes. "Don't do that, honey." I scolded. "What's wrong?"

His lips turned downwards and he pointed out of the bathroom.

I sighed. "Did you puke again?"

He nodded, crossing his arms.

"Okay, go change and I'll be there in a minute." I stood, making sure I didn't fall. My back hurt worse than before, and I grabbed my robe from the door. Without turning on a single light, I made my way to the bedroom. He was sitting on the bed, wearing only Batman pajama pants. I turned on the light, and saw a pile of puke next to the bed. I walked over to the dirty hamper and grabbed one of his dirty t-shirts. Placing it on the floor, I leaned over and felt his forehead. "You're still hot." I murmured to myself. "Do you want to go to the hospital?"

He shook his head. "No," he wheezed.

"More medicine?" I questioned.

He nodded.

"Alright," I said, walking out of the room. I made my way to the kitchen, reaching up to the medicine cabinet. As I grabbed the Tylenol, I heard him vomit again. "It's alright!" I shouted before he could panic.

"I'm sorry," I heard him say.

Closing the cabinet, I made my way back to the room and poured out the correct dosage. Handing the cup to him, he downed it all and made a face. "I know," I consoled him. "But it'll make you feel better. " He nodded and I tucked him back into bed. He was out in moments. Walking over to his closet, I grabbed another shirt and covered the vomit. I shook my head as I went to the cleaning closet, grabbing carpet powder, a shopping bag as well as the dust pan. I didn't want to wake him, but I couldn't leave it there.

Once I made it back to the room, I lowered myself to the ground. Removing the shirts, I threw them back to the closet and scraped the puke onto the dust pan, then emptied it into the bag. I repeated the processes with the other pile, then tied the bag in a knot. I placed it under the bed along with the dust pan. I then sprinkled the powder on the floor and just looked down at it. I laid back onto the clean carpet and looked up at the ceiling, closing my eyes, I finally fell into a deep sleep.

"Hey," I heard and someone gently nudged me. "Why are you on the floor?"

I opened my eye slightly and saw Wrench standing above me. "I fell asleep."

He looked puzzled. "When I left, you were in bed."

I laughed. "We were sick all night. I tried to take a bath, but..." I gestured to the piles of powder on the floor. "Help me up?"

He took my arm and helped me off of the ground. "Don't lie... did you get stuck?"

I scowled at him. "No!"

He chuckled and picked up the cleaning supplies from the night before. He brought the bag to the trash and put the rest away. I followed him to the kitchen, still trying to be quiet. "How'd it go?"

He shrugged. "Fine. I mean, as well as it could go."

"So are there going to be any more emergencies?" I questioned.

He frowned, then went to the fridge and grabbed a soda. Cracking it open, he shrugged. "I don't think so, Marcus said that was all."

I groaned. "He said that twice already."

"You're just jealous." He teased.

Rolling my eyes, I walked over to his phone on the counter Unlocking it, I checked the bank account. "We're still set."

He nodded. "I wouldn't have left if we weren't."

I nodded and placed the phone on the counter. I heard footsteps behind me and turned around. "Good morning," I greeted.

Wrench leaned to look around me and smiled down. "Mornin' buddy, how'd you sleep?'

Wayne rubbed his eyes, still looking exhausted. "Ok,' he said, yawning. "Mommy gave me medicine."

"Was it the good one?' Wrench asked. "Or was it the nasty one?"

Wayne grimaced. "It was icky."

'but it made you feel better." I pointed out.

Wayne nodded and walked over to his father. "I missed you last night."

Wrench sighed. "I know buddy, Uncle Marcus just needed some help. I'll be home tonight.'

Wayne's eyes lit up as he waddled over. "Can we have movie night?"

Wrench picked him up, then looked at me. "How are you feeling?"

I shrugged, placing one hand on my stomach. "Alright I guess, nothing too crazy."

Wayne frowned. "Is sissy coming today?"

I groaned. "I hope not,"

Wrench laughed. "Then we can have a movie night."

"YES!" Wayne yelled.

I laughed as the walked past me, talking about what movie would be best for tonight. Wayne seemed to be feeling better, which was good, I just hoped Wrench didn't pick up anything form the job last night.

I went into the bedroom and put on a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt. I then walked back into the living room and saw Wayne playing with his trucks on the floor as Wrench typed away on the computer. I sat on the couch next to him and leaned on his shoulder. "I thought the job was done?"

"It is, this is a freelance job." He explained, focused on the screen.

"Am I going to find another dismantled toaster in the kitchen?" I chuckled.

He shot me a guilty look. "We can afford a new blender."

I smacked him and then was shocked when I felt something move inside of me. My egs grew wet. "Uh, Wrench...""

"Ok, I'll go get one," he said, starting to stand.

"Uh, no, that's not it." I said, strained as the pain came. I grabbed my stomached and looked up at him. "It's still three weeks too soon. It's not even December yet!" I yelled. Wayne jumped up and looked over at us.

"Mommy?"

"Call an ambulance." I demanded. "Something's not right!"

Wayne burst into tears as his father rushed back to his phone and dialed. By the time the paramedics got there, Wayne was dressed and Marcus was downstairs to pick him up. They carried me down on a stretcher, and I was hysterical. They placed me in the ambulance, and Wrench followed behind us. They pulled the ultrasound machine down and placed it on my stomach...

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***A/N; That's the end for now! I apologize for the cliffhanger ending, but I am hoping on doing a sequel this year. Head over to my profile page for more information on what I am doing this year, and please, if there are some fics you would like to see, don't hesitate to comment or PM me.

I have one other fic available on my profile now, it's based on the show Psycho-Pass. If you've seen the show, you should read it, if you haven't seen the show, you should read it. It doesn't have too many ties to the main series. Also, if you haven't seen the show, go watch it!

Thank you guys for being so supportive! 2017 was insane, and I am looking forward to this year. I wish you all the best and hope to be back with a sequel soon!***