Chapter 18

Addison wakes up to the sound of Amelia walking into the room and dropping a chart on the table at the end of Sam's bed. Derek went home a few days ago, and Sam has been in the coma for more than two weeks, since the surgery. Addison is starting to lose hope. Amelia is strongly considering telling Charlotte to tell Addison that Sam isn't going to improve.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Amelia looks at Addison with sad eyes.

"That's okay." Her voice is raspy from being asleep and her eyes are droopy.


"I'm working on it." Her voice was still a little raspy, but it was improving. She, at one point, just quit putting make-up on in the morning because it was either washed off by tears or she fell asleep before being able to wash it off. Mark was still bumming around and she was a little thankful that her kids didn't have to rely on her to be around for the time being. She was too occupied.

"Alright. I have to go see Charlotte. I'll talk to you later?" Amelia asks, closing the chart and putting it under her arm.

"Yeah. I guess," Addison mumbles.

Amelia is on her way to Charlotte's office to talk to her about Sam. Addison needs to know, now. He is deteriorating, and she knows it. Really, all that Charlotte would be doing is confirming her suspicions, but it still needs to be done. Sam doesn't deserve to be hooked up to twelve machines; he deserves to be let go. Amelia walks to Charlotte's office and knocks on the door, not waiting for a reply to be let in. Charlotte is sleeping on the couch. She wakes up right away, seeing Amelia standing in the doorway.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Amelia giggles, realizing that this is the second time she's said that in the past twenty minutes or so.

"No, it's fine. It's about time I got up, anyways." Charlotte says, looking towards the clock on the table beside the couch. "Did you need something?"

"Yeah. Addison's a wreck."

"I should tell, her, is what you're implying."

"It's not doing her any good to be laying there, twenty hours a day, seven days a week." Amelia is sick of seeing Addison like this. Not that telling her would make anything better, but at least she's be at home, with her kids. She's barely ever home. All she ever wears is sweats, which is a major downgrade from her usual make-up, heels, and designer clothing. All she wears is sweats and flip-flops. And it's killing Amelia inside. Mark is feeling it, too.

"When should I tell her?" Charlotte doesn't want to be the one that pulls Addison away from Sam, but if Amelia does it, she will never be the same.

"Soon. Maybe tomorrow."

"Okay. You should get some sleep. You look like crap." Charlotte jokes.

"I would say that I look better than you, but you're kind of glowing. I'm gonna go home, maybe talk Mark into bringing the kids in to see Addison. I'll see you later." With that, Amelia turns and leaves, hearing Charlotte's phone ring as she closes the door behind her.

"Coop." Charlotte answers after seeing his name flash across the screen.

"Hey, you're mom just called. Her plane lands in twenty minutes." Cooper is so close to sleeping on the couch tonight, she thinks to herself.

"Oh. Can you go pick her up? I'm not in the mood to deal with a drunk." Charlotte sighs, lowering herself back onto the couch.

"I highly doubt she'll be drunk, Charlotte."

"It's not like airplanes don't have drinks or anything." Charlotte roles her eyes sarcastically.


"Just remember why she's here."

"'Cause I accidentally told her you were pregnant." Cooper drawls, disappointed with himself.

"You did tell her it's twins, right? I don't want her freaking out all over again 'cause I'm already showing."

"No, was I supposed to?"

"Cooper! Ugh, never mind. Just go to the airport so she doesn't have something to complain about before she gets to the house."

"Yes dear. I love you."

"I love you, too." Despite being incredibly pissed off at you. Charlotte hangs up, throwing her phone onto the coffee table and laying down on the couch, putting her arm over her eyes and sighing. She slowly drifts off to sleep, being woken up less than an hour later by her phone. It's Cooper, wanting to know where she is. She replies that she'll be home in half an hour. Charlotte reluctantly grabs her coat, purse, and a few patient files that she can work on at home, seeing as she's been taking a lot of naps when she should be working on paper work. The drive home isn't long enough, though usually it's way too long. Augusta's rental car is parked in front of the garage, and she can see Augusta and Cooper sitting at the kitchen table through the large kitchen window. Grabbing her purse and taking the keys out of the ignition, she pulls herself out of the car and plasters a smile on her face.

"Hi, Momma." Charlotte says happily, after kicking her heels of at the door and hanging her coat and purse on the hook.

"Charlotte, I've missed you." Augusta gets up to hug her daughter. Wrapped in a hug, Charlotte makes a confused face at Cooper. He shrugs in reply. Charlotte doesn't smell liquor, which makes her even more confused.

Noticing Charlotte's sniffing, Augusta says, "I haven't been drinking, Charlotte." She pulls away from the hug to get a look at Charlotte. "Look at you! All grown up, and with a baby on the way, I'd never have imagined"

"Do you need some tea, Charlotte?" Cooper recognizes the look Charlotte's face, the one where she needs help, the one she seldom makes.

"Yes, Cooper, tea would be great. I'm just going to change out of my work clothes."

"Charlotte," Augusta turns to looks at Charlotte, who has started to make her way up to the bedroom.


"Are you showing?" Shit. That was the reason she was going to change. There was no point in trying to hide her bump from her coworkers, they already knew, thanks to her accidental dehydration during the wedding. She was planning on trying to hide it from her mother, which actually seemed pointless, but she didn't want more conversation. She loved her momma, but she was never there when she needed her most. She tried to talk her out of her wedding, for goodness sake!

"Yes, why?" Charlotte turned to face her mother after a pause.

"I didn't think you were that far along."

"Thirteen weeks."

"And you're showing already?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"That's strange."

Stop talking! "Yeah, I guess."

"Hmm," Augusta nods.

"It's twins, Momma," Charlotte finally spits out. Without saying another word, she leaves her mother at the bottom of the stairs and goes up to her bedroom. She closes the door quietly behind her, careful not to slam it, and sits on the bed to reclaim herself. If only her mother wasn't so controlling. Her wedding, had they not eloped, would have been a mess, if it had even happened with her mother and Cooper's parents around. Her life was going so well before Cooper went and screwed up. Even though it wasn't that much of a problem, now she had to deal with all of this extra drama, all on top of two jobs, a husband, a huge house to keep clean, and two babies on the way. After about ten minutes of sitting on the bed and thinking about what she would say when she got downstairs again, she stood up and found the most comfortable pair of pants that she owned, and pulled them on, followed by a huge sweater that she pulled from a random drawer in her dresser. She marched downstairs again, ready to face her mother. She finds her sitting at the island in the kitchen with another cup of coffee. She turns around when she hears Charlotte coming down the stairs.

"Charlotte," Augusta starts.

"You were never there when I needed you! How can I forgive you for that?"

"I'm so sorry." Charlotte can't believe that these are the words coming out of her mother's mouth, but her hearing has never been better.

"I don't believe you," Charlotte crosses her arms to show seriousness. "You were a drunk for my entire childhood, you tried to talk me out of my own wedding, and the last time I saw or talked to you was at that wedding. It's been two years!" Charlotte is almost in tears now. Damn hormones.

"Charlotte, I am so, so sorry."

"Prove it. Did you join AA?"

"Yes. One year and three weeks ago." Augusta pulls out her chip to show Charlotte. The silver chip shines under the kitchen chandelier. "When I talked to Cooper, he said that you were happy. Then he mentioned babies, and I needed to see that I haven't totally screwed you up. I needed to see that you were happy, even with the mess of a life that I gave you. I am sorry. And if you want me to leave, I will."

"You should get a hotel room." Charlotte says, staring at the floor. Augusta walks to the door, grabs her bag and coat, and turns to Charlotte.

"I'll be at the Sofitel. I'll talk to you later?"

"Yeah, later. Bye." And with that, the only people in the house were Charlotte and Cooper. Charlotte slowly walks over to sit on the huge, comfortable couch, and starts sobbing uncontrollably. Cooper immediately moves to sit next to her, holding her, just the way he did on that plane the last time that Charlotte was in Alabama.

A/N: OMG, that took forever for me to write, and I'm sorry about that, truly, but it was hard to write for Augusta. I was really debating whether or not she'd be sober, but I ended up deciding that she would be. Also, I said in a previous A/N that Mark's story would be revealed very soon, and it will be, hopefully in Chapter 20-22, somewhere in there. Thanks for reading, as always, and reviews are always welcome!