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Summary: But then he'd remember that he had to be enough for her. He was all she had now. And it was all his fault.

A/N: I know. I'm a fuck for not updating sooner. I really do just suck at it. It completely slips my mind so somebody PM me next time. Here's the next short chapter. Please excuse any and all typos. I'm a lazy ass when it comes to this story because it's been finished forever and I don't want to touch it anymore. Hope you enjoy. And thank you times a million to everybody who left a review last chapter. You're the best and I hope you do it again. Reviews are better than Bob Guza being replaced. :)

Her Sweetest Downfall
Chapter Two

They had been walking on eggshells around each other for days, unsure how to approach the unspoken subject. Sam was pregnant with his child. And the possibility that their baby wouldn't make it into the world was too great for comfort. The night she had first told him she was pregnant, he had wanted to talk, but she had silenced him with her lips. She had mumbled something about just being together, celebrating the life inside of her, the life they had made together, for one night before the reality of it all sunk it. They had spent the entire night in bed together, making love, forgetting the looming threat hanging over their heads, and getting lost in each other.

But the reality couldn't be ignored anymore. They needed to talk about what they were going to do. How could they keep the baby, knowing that the pregnancy had potential to end in disaster? But how could they terminate it after everything they had already lost?

"Jason," she tentatively put her hand on his shoulder. His left hand came up and squeezed hers, offering the only support he knew how. He guided her around to sit next to him on the couch, ready to face the situation. "Talk to me," she pleaded, her eyes already bright with unshed tears.

"I don't.." he trailed off. Silence settled between the two as she waited patiently for him to figure out what he wanted to say. He swallowed passed the lump in his throat and continued, "I don't know what to say. Sam, I know this is what we wanted, but you know what Dr. Meadows said."

She nodded, acknowledging that she was too aware of the risks. But one look into her eyes, and he knew that she had already made up her mind. Nothing he could say or do would change the outcome. "I can't.." she paused to wipe the tears that had spilled over her cheeks. "Jason," she sighed and reached for his hand, "I'm keeping the baby. We have to at least try, right?"

She was pleading with him to agree and he did. It didn't make the situation any easier though. He nodded his head, "Right." He heard her sigh out in relief but he continued anyway, "But you do understand that we can lose the baby anytime, right?"

He hated to say it, and he hated it even more when her bottom lip quivered as more tears fell down her face. She squeezed his hand in reassurance, or perhaps seeking comfort, "I know."

And that was it. He knew whatever was to come, they'd deal with it.

Together.

Jason sighed and shook his thoughts away as he stepped off the elevator. He patted his pockets down and found his keys before unlocking the door and quietly shutting it behind him, afraid to disturb the peace that seemed to blanket the penthouse. The peace that hadn't been there in what seemed like forever.

Quiet footsteps descending the stairs behind him alerted him, and he turned around to face his best friend. Her eyes mirrored his own sadness and his shoulders slumped over in exhaustion. "Jase," she started and he shook his head to keep her at bay. He wasn't in the mood to be comforted by Carly. He loved her, but she couldn't make it easier or better. She nodded in understanding and gathered up her coat and keys, "She's asleep." Her voice was nothing more than a whisper but he heard her.

His eyes glanced toward the stairs before looking back toward Carly. "Where?" His voice was raspy and unused, something she had gotten used to hearing from him.

The sympathy radiated in her eyes, knowing how much he hated going into that room, knowing the memories that they brought up for him. "She's in the nursery," she whispered again and when he didn't respond, she walked passed him, squeezing his shoulder in what she hoped was an offering of comfort, and quietly exited the penthouse.

He stood there staring at the stairs for a few moments before shrugging off his coat and slumping it over the back of the chair. He had avoided the nursery as often as he could, only actually entering the room when he had no choice. Like tonight.

He remembered when she had been so excited to decorate it; so determined to make it perfect. For their baby. They had painted together, something she demanded she be apart of. In the end, most of the paint had ended up on themselves. They had had fun and ended up making love right there on the floor before deciding that painting would have to wait for another day.

Jason shook his memories off once again, knowing that it wouldn't be anything like that this time when he went into the nursery. Everything was different now. And he was reminded as much the minute he walked through into the nursery.