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"So, are you telling me that you forced yourself upon him?"

Frank is practically seizing in the witness stand, his tongue swollen with fear. Bob's quick wit and cornering questions left him all but inarticulate and petrified. He sits up straight and mops his brow with the back of his hand, "No. He's just a pansy. I like it rough, so what?"

Bob shakes his head, laughing almost manically, "But if he says no, even if you are in a consensual relationship, it's still rape."

Frank just snorts and shifts in his seat again, "I didn't rape him! He was a drunk, he'd sleep with me every night. Couldn't keep his hands off me sometimes," he ends with a smirk.

Bob glares at him through narrow eyes, "So, he abused alcohol during your relationship?"

Frank nods with a stupid "duh" look on his face, "He'd drink just about anything he could get his hands on."

Gee blushes madly and sinks lower into his seat, becoming more ashamed of himself with each passing second. Bob continues with the biting interrogations, "Has he gotten clean since then?"

Frank shrugs nonchalantly, "I guess. He doesn't look drunk."

Bob rubs the back of his neck with a look of annoyance, "So, you're telling me that the man you cared for had a serious alcohol problem, and you didn't bother to help because the sex was nice?"

Frank huffs loudly, "I never said that, you're taking everything out of context! Yeah, I didn't get him help, he didn't want help!"

The two men stare each other down for a tense moment, before Bob sighs deeply, "What makes you think you have more right to the baby than Gerard?"

"First off, I'm the father, not him," he explain, pointing an accusing finger at me, "And just look at Gerard. He's insane!"

Bob nods curtly, "You think he's too emotional unstable to take care of your child."

"Yes. Which is why I should get the baby. Not his new fuck buddy or whatever he is." he spits bitterly, folding his arms.

"Is there anything else you'd like to address the court?" Bob questions softly, closing the satchel he'd been carrying with him.

Frank shakes his head and stands up fro the bench, while Bob nods towards the judge, "I'm finished, Your Honor."

She clears her throat and brings her gavel down on her desk with a resonating bang, "This court will be in recess until tomorrow morning at 11 am. Case dismissed."

Jurors and mindless rubberneckers starts to file out of the room, followed shortly by the judge and bailiff. Gee and I rise slowly, helping Bob gather up papers he'd strewn about the table during his questioning. Frank and Douche are long gone by the time we've cleaned up and head out towards the parking lot. Bob sighs deeply, "It's looking good for our side. Real good. I have a feeling we're going to win this case."

Gee smiles deeply and pets his bulging stomach, "I'd give anything to win this now."

He just grins and slips into he doors of an expensive looking blue sports car, "Geoff has my number if you need anything."

And with that he takes down the road in a flash, leaving Gee and I alone in the parking lot. I slip a hand around Gee's waist, walking slowly to the car, "I'm in the mood for some ice cream." I mutter, blinking the bright winter sun out of my eyes.

He smiles and nuzzles my neck, "Ice cream sounds amazing,"

I go around to the passenger side, grinning as I open Gee's door for him. "You don't have to baby me." he mutters, slipping into the car.

I follow suit, starting up the engine and cranking up the heat, "Yes I do," I retort stubbornly, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the icy road.

He just laughs at me and rolls his eyes, buckling in and securing the safety strap tight across his chest. I watch from the corner of my eye as he pets he belly, muttering softly and staring out at the ubiquitous snowfall. But the comfortable silence is shattered by the sounds of tires squealing and Gee's shrieks piercing the fragile air. I feel myself thrown against the steering wheel, with only my left hand to break my fall. My brow bashes against the radio as the car lurches back with force, and for a brief second, all I see are Gee's arms flailing through the air, clutching desperately onto my hand as we spin across the ice, coming to a violent stop on some poor woman's lawn, There's an eerie silence, and in the distance I hear a girl yelling, and Gee's fitful cries. But it's all washed away in a single burst of light.

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The only thing I hate more than working in a hospital is being in one. It's always cramped and awkward and the guy in the bed next to you smells funny and has an overbearing wife who blubbers and sobs over every little aspect of it all. Despite the fact he's only broken his foot. I, however, am sitting alone on an A&E bed, holding a drippy ice pack to my swollen forehead, trying to keep the cold pressure on a neat row of stitches just above my eyebrow. My wrist looks just as bad, fingers covered in tapes and splints, and an ugly taupe brace wrapped around the whole thing. Seems I crushed a couple fingers under the gear shift trying to stop myself from going headfirst into the dashboard. Gee's been taken off to get his shoulder x-rayed and set, again, as it popped out when he tried to pull me from of the crunched and idling car. I tap my fingers impatiently on the starchy sheets, debating whether or not I should lay down. The sheets feel itchy though, and in this threadbare gown, I'm a bit nervous to just leave everything out in the open.

A nurse shuffles by, her head down and her shoes padding along the thick, grey linoleum. I've been asking to see Gee for almost a straight hour now, but most everyone says that I "need my rest" or some derivative bullshit. I just wanna make sure he's doing okay, I mean, I passed out on him. I go back to tapping my fingers, running them along the smooth plastic bed rails. Another nurse walks by, but stops with a look of awe when she sees me sitting up in bed, "Are you Bert?"

I nod slowly, a bit confused as she smiles and sighs in relief, "Thank god, I thought they'd moved you without telling me."

She's pretty. Dark skin, long dark hair, and these cute little glasses that frame her almond eyes. She's wearing a grey skullcap, I'm guessing to keep warm, and a set of matching grey and green scrubs. She looks young too, maybe younger than I am. Fresh out of college. I grin at her, "Nope, just been sitting here... melting..." I finish, holding up my now soggy pack.

She laughs and pulls a wheelchair out from the hallway, setting it up beside the bed, "Well, the name's Rachel. Umm, the guy you came in with, he's down at the maternity ward, and umm..."

I laugh to myself and draw a blanket around my shoulders, "I know all about it, don't worry," I smile, before looking up at her, "Is he doing okay?"

"He seems scared, but he and the baby are healthy. He's getting an ultrasound and wanted you there," she explains, pushing towards the elevators.

I nod to myself, fiddling with me plastic bracelet, "When can I leave?"

"You're being discharged at 6, so... couple hours, maybe." she answers quickly, pressing buttons to take us to the fourth floor.

The hallway to the maternity ward is lined with eager family members all holding flowers and their breaths, waiting for the news. As we go into the lobby, it becomes quiet, and Rachel smiles down at me, "He's just in here,"

She opens up the door and pushes me inside, before helping me into a chair beside the bed and taking off. Gee's propped up against a mound of pillows, his gown pulled up past his stomach and a sheet drawn over his waist. He looks over at me tiredly, rubbing his eyes with his good arm, "I didn't think you'd ever show up."

I smile and kiss his left hand, gingerly lifting it of of it's sling and into my grasp. Gee grins softly, "We're both okay, they just wanna make sure it doesn't have internal damage."

The door opens again, and a middle-aged woman is pushing in what appeared to be the ultrasound machine and monitor on a cart. Gee shifts slightly, smoothing the blanket over his legs with a look of slight discomfort on his face. The woman smiles, "I'm Dr. Claytor, I'm going to give you you're ultrasound today."

She holds out her hand, which Gee shakes rather sloppily. He lays back onto his pillows as the doctors squirts a line of the goopy, pink gel across his lower stomach. He shudders as it makes contact with his skin, tensing up visibly. I squeeze his hand softly, "Something wrong?"

He grins nervously, "It's cold."

The doctor gives a taut smile, "Sorry about that. but it's the only way it'll keep from shocking you."

She turns the monitor towards us and tests the sensor before running over Gee's belly, her eyes narrowed as she scans for the signs of life. Soon, the sounds of wet thumping, almost like someone squeezing a water-logged sponge, bursts from the tiny speakers. A smile breaks across everyone's face, "There's the heartbeat..."

She moves the sensor over to his left side, the image of what appears to be a tiny profile dominating the screen, "And there's it's head."

Gee's hand trembles in my grip, and he bites back a sob, "That's it's face?"

She continues moving across his belly, "Yes... and if we go down here, there's the legs, and her feet..."

His grip tightens instantly and he sits up a little, "H-Her? It's a girl?"

The doctor smiles and runs the scanner back a bit more slowly, before nodding in assurance, "Yep. You're going to have a little girl."

Gee's lips quiver and he brings the back of his hand up to them, trying to keep back his tears of joy, "I'm having a little girl..."

She presses a small yellow button on the corner of the machine and prints out shots from the ultrasound. Gee holds them in his shaking hands, staring at them with eyes full of tears and wonder. The doctor cleans off his stomach and pulls his gown over him, "You'll need to come back in about a month, so we can make sure that the last stages of development are going smoothly, and to insure you'll be able to deliver without risk to your own health."

He nods, holding the glossy prints to his chest like a precious treasure. She packs up and toddles out of the room, closing the door with a soft click behind her. The floodgates burst and he rolls onto his side, crying freely with a look of utter jubilation on his face. I reach out and wipe at his cheek, feeling my own well up in their ducts. I make a move to look at the picture, but he snatches it away, laughing to himself, "You can see it when I'm finished."

I wipe at my eyes and kiss his cheek tenderly, "So, are you happy?"

He nods, using his free hand to push the hair from his eyes, "I'm having a little girl. All my life I wanted a daughter, teach her how to sing and draw and ride a horse." he whispers, kissing the shiny black and white paper.

He drops his hand to his side, and moving out of the sling, starts to pet my cheek and brings me closer to him, "We're having a little girl, Bert," he mumbles, pushing the prints into my hands, "She's your now,"

And with that, we begin kissing to the sounds of a baby crying in the next room.