WARNING: This is the sequel to my last story, Deep Down. If you have not read it yet, please do! If you don't, this story will be very confusing for you.

"I'm pregnant." Nellie whispered, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him. Sweeney choked and attempted to spit out the wine he had just drank, spitting it out all over Nellie.
"What?" He shouted, "You're what?" Nellie looked like she was going to burst into tears.

"I was 'oping you'd be 'appy." She sniffled looking at the ground.

"Well you thought wrong?" He growled.

"I guess I did!" She snapped back, her voice suddenly filling with anger.

"Nd maybe, I was wrong 'bout marryin' you!" And with that she ran out of the room and up the stairs. Sweeney sighed at his wife's childish behavior. At least everything finally made sense. Now he knew why she had been so tired, she wasn't drinking the wine and why she had been so happy back at the doctor's office.

Sweeney sighed and looked at the dinner remains on the table, knowing that he would have to clean up the mess since his wife was upstairs in their bedroom, probably sobbing her eyes out.

Sweeney knew he really should go apologize to her. Then again, why should he. She was the one who was being ridiculous. How could she possible thing that he would be happy! Was he happy? Of course not! Well, maybe a little. He was only mad because he want ready to be a father again. Johanna was his only child, and would always be his only child. But Nellie was so excited. He knew she had always wanted to be a mother, now she was finally getting her chance, but he was ruining it. He sighed again and began to clean up the dinner mess, deciding to go talk to Nellie, giving her time to calm down.


Sweeney knocked softly on the door, hearing the muffled cries of his beloved wife coming from the other side.

"Nellie?" he called, the sobs subsided for a moment. Sweeney reached for the doorknob, only to find it locked. "Nellie, please open the door."

"No!" she screamed.

"I want to talk."

"Well I don't! I'm going ta bed, goodnight!" Sweeney sighed.

"Where am I suppose to sleep?"

"Downstairs, on the couch! Now leave me alone!"

"Nellie?" There was no response. Sweeney slowly began to walk down the stairs, not bothering to argue with her anymore. As he lie on the couch, he thought about how to fix the mess he had made. Even thought he wasn't happy, it didn't mean that he had to make Nellie miserable too. He wanted her to be happy, and if that meant pretending to be happy about the baby, then he would do it.


She couldn't stand it anymore. Nellie Todd had woken up almost an hour ago, from one of her occasional nightmares about Maggie. Usually, Sweeney would be right beside her, ready to comfort her. But tonight as she turned towards her husband's side of the bed, his strong, comforting arms were nowhere to be found. Then she remembered the 'fight' they had, and Sweeney was currently on the couch.

"I don't need him." she said to herself. But after an hour of "not needing him" Nellie couldn't take being alone. Carefully, she slipped out of bed and walked down the couch where Sweeney was sleeping.


He heard the creaking as she walked down the stairs. A smug smile crossed his face as he heard her approaching him, but as soon as he saw her trembling form and the scared look on her face, the smile disappeared.

"Nightmare?" he asked, standing up. She nodded, and ran into his open arms, both of them temporarily forgetting about the fight they had earlier. Finally, Nellie was able to calm down, knowing that they were both safe, she had only had a little nightmare.

Suddenly, Nellie pulled away from him, remembering the events that had taken place a few hours before. "'re you really unhappy? About, the baby?"

Sweeney sighed, "Come here pet" he whispered, sitting back down on the couch and pulling her into his lap. As Sweeney wrapped his arms around her waist, his fingers brushed across her stomach, he paused for a moment, his hand resting there. She looked at him, a confused expression on her face.

"Is everything okay?" She asked, bringing her hand to rest on his.

"Yes, everything's fine." He responded, finally moving his hand away. Nellie continued to look at him.


"Well what?"

"Are you really unhappy?

"I don't know. I'm happy that we're having a baby, but I don't know if I'm ready to be a father again." Sweeney grimaced a little, well, not all of that was a lie.

Nellie nodded, "I understand, love. I'm scared too, but we'll do this together." She gave him a weak smile and cupped his cheek in the palm of her hand, kissing him softly. "Together. I love you."

"I know." he breathed. Nellie's face fell a little, she had been expecting him to say 'I love you' back, but instead she just got an unsatisfying 'I know.'

"Let's get you back to bed." He whispered, taking note of her tired eyes. Sweeney helped her off his lap and walked behind her, back to their bedroom, thinking. This is going to be a long nine months. He had no idea…

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed the very first chapter of Wrecked! I'll have the next chapter up ASAP, but please REVIEW!