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"Rupert, stop please," Fred cried as he opened the door and left. She ran to the door, but by the time she got there, he had gotten into his car and driven away.
He had left her.
Oh God, he had left her. Because of what Ethan had done, because he blamed himself for a past that he had left behind, he had left her.
And she was pregnant.
Fred leaned against the doorframe as she started to sob. Her entire world had just been taken away from her. She had finally found a place to call home, a man she loved and a job she enjoyed, and she had uprooted herself to move halfway across the world to have it, and now...it was all gone. This would never be a home without Rupert. And he had fired her from her job. What was she supposed to do? Stay here when everything she cared about was gone? He said he didn't want her hurt, but what he had just done gutted her more than anything else every could have.
Looking over toward the garden, she saw the plant - the one Henry--no, Ethan had given them. And suddenly, a rage ran through her. Running over, she grabbed it and pulled it out of the ground, ripping it apart and throwing it across the lawn. A moment later, nausea hit her, and she fell to the ground on her knees, throwing up.
As she coughed and sat back, closing her eyes to try to stop her head from spinning, she felt Molly nuzzling her, whining. She reached out and gathered her to her, holding her close. "He's left us," she sobbed into the puppy's fur. "Oh God, why did this happen?"
After a few minutes, she finally got up and went back into the house, closing the door. She felt so hurt and confused and alone. She wanted to call Rupert and beg him to come home and talk this out, but it was then that she noticed his cell phone in pieces, and a fresh wave of tears overwhelmed her. Reaching out for the landline phone, she dialed the first number she could think of.
"Hello?" Lorne's voice answered.
"Lorne, oh god...he...he left--I'm--Ethan--he--I'm pregnant--and Rupert--Lorne, I can't--I need you. Please," she choked out, sliding to the floor.
"Rupert, stop please," Fred cried as he opened the door and left. She ran to the door, but by the time she got there, he had gotten into his car and driven away.
He had left her.
Oh God, he had left her. Because of what Ethan had done, because he blamed himself for a past that he had left behind, he had left her.
And she was pregnant.
Fred leaned against the doorframe as she started to sob. Her entire world had just been taken away from her. She had finally found a place to call home, a man she loved and a job she enjoyed, and she had uprooted herself to move halfway across the world to have it, and now...it was all gone. This would never be a home without Rupert. And he had fired her from her job. What was she supposed to do? Stay here when everything she cared about was gone? He said he didn't want her hurt, but what he had just done gutted her more than anything else every could have.
Looking over toward the garden, she saw the plant - the one Henry--no, Ethan had given them. And suddenly, a rage ran through her. Running over, she grabbed it and pulled it out of the ground, ripping it apart and throwing it across the lawn. A moment later, nausea hit her, and she fell to the ground on her knees, throwing up.
As she coughed and sat back, closing her eyes to try to stop her head from spinning, she felt Molly nuzzling her, whining. She reached out and gathered her to her, holding her close. "He's left us," she sobbed into the puppy's fur. "Oh God, why did this happen?"
After a few minutes, she finally got up and went back into the house, closing the door. She felt so hurt and confused and alone. She wanted to call Rupert and beg him to come home and talk this out, but it was then that she noticed his cell phone in pieces, and a fresh wave of tears overwhelmed her. Reaching out for the landline phone, she dialed the first number she could think of.
"Hello?" Lorne's voice answered.
"Lorne, oh god...he...he left--I'm--Ethan--he--I'm pregnant--and Rupert--Lorne, I can't--I need you. Please," she choked out, sliding to the floor.