Author's Note: Here is chapter 6. I hope you will enjoy it. Please review if you like it. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Thank you!-Lin

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Jackson's P.O.V (continued)

"So what's happening?" I asked Amy, while I drove her to the hospital. She looked nervous but was calm.

"Well, I started having some cramping while I was at work. Figuring it was just Braxton hicks, I shrugged it off. The contractions, Braxton hicks, whatever they are, started getting more intense and closer together about an hour ago. The doctor wants me to come in and have an NST done. He's worried about preterm labor. I know my mother had problems with it. I don't know if genetics is a part of it but he just wants to make sure everything is alright." She explained. "I'm sorry, tonight was supposed to be fun."

"Let's not worry about that right now. I think our priority needs to be the baby and keeping the pregnancy healthy." I said trying to send her a reassuring had made it clear during my last phone call with him that I was responsible for Amy's and her son's well being until her brother returned. If anything happened to either of them, I could be in the doghouse with my boss and could possibly be stripped of my managerial status. That was one of the last things I wanted.

When I first met Amy, she had done a good job resisting my charm. The last few months I knew I was making some progress with her. I hadn't realized just how much progress I was making until she asked me to go to her ultrasound. There was a relieved look in her eye when I told her I would go. That's when I realized her feelings for me were changing and I was closer to my goal than what I thought I was.

Once at the hospital, I was told to wait in the waiting room, while they got Amy hooked up to whatever machines she needed to be on. I waited for about 10 minutes before I was told I could join Amy in her room. I watched as the nurse finished taking Amy's blood pressure after telling her, her blood pressure was a little high and that she would watch the contractions for a half hour and then call her doctor. Amy thanked the nurse and with that we were left alone in the small hospital room.

"Thanks for giving me a ride over here." Amy said, giving me a small, sad, smile.

"It was no problem. I'm glad I could help." I told her.

"You know if you want, you can still go dancing. You don't have to stay here with me." She suggested. I couldn't tell if she wanted me to leave or if she was just trying to be nice. One thing I had learned about Amy is as strong as she tried to be; she was self-conscious and seemed to always second guess herself. She did her best to be logical and she had reminded me several times that I didn't have to do anything for her. I had watched her take care of herself quite well. I mostly just talked to her when I was with her and did small things that could help her out. I still hadn't learned everything about her but I still had time to find out and if Amy was as honest as she seemed to be, she wouldn't want to start a relationship if she still had some secrets.

"I think I'd be too busy worrying about you and that baby if I left. If it's alright with you, I'd like to stay here and keep you company." I told her, hoping she'd let me hang out here while she waited to find out what was happening.

"If you want to stay, it's alright with me. I think I'll be alright though, you don't have to worry." She stated.

"I think I'll stay. Someone needs to keep you company." I commented as I sat on her bed, facing her. "You never did tell me exactly how your husband won you over, care to tell me that story while we wait?" I questioned.

"Why do you want to know?" Amy questioned.

"Maybe it could give me a few pointers." I answered. She let out a small chuckle.

"I don't think you need pointers. You're charming enough as it is." She informed me. "It's a bit of a childish story. Of course, we were only teenagers when it happened so it would be juvenile. I was in my junior year of high school, Matthew was a senior, and our school was getting ready for prom. I was asked to go by a guy named Gary. I didn't know him very well but he was the only one who had asked me so I said yes.

"I was excited and got a dress, I thought was drop dead gorgeous. Did the whole hair and makeup thing and was ready to go. Well Gary stood me up and at the last minute Matthew's date canceled so he asked me to go with him. I decided it was better than staying home and moping all night, so I went to prom with him.

"I had only known him as my brother's dorky friend so I was pleasantly surprised to find out he was quite the gentleman. He held the door open for me, made me laugh and was very easy to talk to. Then when he got me out to the dance floor, I was in heaven. He could dance and I mean actually ballroom dance, not just that penguin waltz everyone seemed to be doing.

"Then when that song I told you about yesterday, Everytime We Touch, came on he started singing along, not well but he tried. I know its super cheesy but I started to really like him after that. The day after prom he called me and asked me to go out with him. We dated a few months when he took me dancing again. Once again that song came on and he kissed me. We dated a year when he was told he was being deployed.

"Christmas Eve, he told me he had a surprise for me and took me out to Wendy's since it was the fanciest place he could afford. I was happily eating my cheeseburger when Matthew told me that he was being deployed in towards the end of May. He asked me if I would wait for him. Being young and stary-eyed in love with him, I told him I would. He gave me a smile and pulled a small wrapped box from his pocket. He told me I was getting my Christmas present early and handed me the box. As I'm sure you've guessed, there was this small silver banded ring." Amy said holding out her hand so I could see the small band. I had seen the band several times. I was waiting for her to take her wedding ring off before I made my next move on her. I needed her to feel like she could move on with her life and a sign of that would be when she took her wedding ring off. Once that happened I could make her mine for the short time we had left together.

"He asked me to marry him and I obviously said yes. I think if I hadn't been seventeen and still in high school we would have eloped to Vegas that night but that wouldn't have been a good idea that situation. When we told our families we were engaged they thought I was pregnant and were furious. After we had managed to convince them I wasn't pregnant, my dad made us promise we wouldn't get married until I was eighteen and graduated from high school. So we got married the day after graduation. I think I already told you that part though." She said nodding to me.

"You did." I reminded her. She gave me another soft smile before looking away. Her emotions were starting to get to her. A tear fell from her eye and she continued their love story.

"After we got married, we rented that little two bedroom apartment I still live in. We were married only a few weeks before he left for Iraq and then I was alone for a year. I saw my parents every now and then but I wanted to be independent and worked at McDonalds for the summer. Then classes started and I had to juggle working and school. I'm so glad I kept myself busy otherwise I would have gone crazy.

"It wasn't until he had left the first time when I realized exactly how much Matthew loved me. I found a lot of little notes all over the apartment. He had written me reasons why he loved me or telling me to have an awesome day. Occasionally, he'd send me flowers or some dumb and unoriginal thing like that but it kept me going.

"Then when he came home, we were dirt poor, both in college and I think we ate nothing but ramen noodles for a couple of months but he would always wake me up with a kiss and then telling me he loved me. I know its sound cliché and cheesy but he was the perfect man…for me at least. Everyday he'd find a new way to make me fall in love with him even more." Amy's voice cracked as some more tears fell from her eyes. She cried for a couple minutes before she managed to stop the tears.

"I'm sorry, it must seem so silly to you." She commented turning her attention to me. The love they had shared, at least on her part, seemed to be genuine; something not often found these days.

'Well, she's not taking that ring off anytime soon.' I thought. Even with the progress I was making with her, she was still in love with Matthew. Yesterday and this morning I seemed to be making some good progress with her now it felt like I was still only in the "friend"s category. This girl seemed bi-polar with how much she was going back and forth. I had to change to help her move on with her life so I could somewhat dominate her but how? At least she was answering my questions Rip didn't have in her file.

"Not at all. I mean it is a little cheesy but it seems like you were really happy with him." I observed. She nodded in agreement.

"Those were the happiest and hardest six years of my life. Now it's all gone…" she trailed. "He's not coming home with Angus this time." She finished. We sat in silence for a minute while I tried to figure out what I could say to comfort her.

"Well that's enough about me; let's talk about you for a change." Amy suddenly said, trying to change the subject.

"What do you want to know?" I questioned. She went to answer when the nurse came into the room.

"Well, Mrs. McCoy it looks like the contractions are dying down. Dr. Lyman wanted me to check your blood pressure again and see if that's looking any better, then I think you can go home." The nurse told Amy, before taking her blood pressure again. "It's still a little on the high side but not dangerous. I'll give Dr. Lyman a quick call and see what he wants to do but I'm pretty sure he'll send you home." And with that the nurse left.

"Well, I'm relieved. I can't lose this baby. He's all I have left." Amy sighed in relief as she placed her hand on her stomach. Instinctively I put my hand on top of hers. I could feel her little one kick for a second before my eyes met hers again.

"I'm glad that everything is alright." I stated.

"Thank you for staying." She said.

"It was no problem. Thank you for telling me about you and your husband, I…." I started to say when the nurse came back in.

"Mrs. McCoy, Dr. Lyman says you can go home but he does want to see you in his office tomorrow to check up on that blood pressure and make sure things are still going alright." The nurse informed us. Amy nodded and thanked the woman.

20 minutes later we were back at Amy's apartment.

"Thanks again for your help tonight." Amy thanked me.

"It was no problem. Maybe we could go dancing tomorrow night?" I suggested.

"Sure. That would be great." She answered. "Have a good night."

"You too. I'll see you tomorrow." I said before I left. I need a new strategy. I had to help Amy feel like she didn't have to dwell in the grave with her husband. I needed to help her feel like she could move on with her life so I could manipulate her into becoming mine. I wasn't sure if that would be easy or not considering how much she went back and forth. I could tell she wanted to move on but something was holding her back. Was it the ghost of her dead husband or was something else going on?

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Amy's P.O.V

After Jackson left I quietly closed the door and walked into my bedroom. After I was ready for the night I laid wide awake on the bed. Feelings of guilt engulfed me as they always did this time of night. Between my son's constant moving and the guilt I was going to have a long night. I wanted to move on but I couldn't. I told to tell Jackson my secret first. My hand rested on my stomach.

"I wish I knew who your father was." I whispered to my unborn child. I knew what I wanted but I was afraid to move on. Jackson was a good man but even a good man may not be understanding of this "little" secret I was keeping.