One Way Or Another
08/19/2005 Friday Afternoon
Two months… two months since she had gotten the news… Reilly Mallone found herself in her doctor's office for another checkup. Her doctor thought that because of her age the first three months of her pregnancy would be her most critical, so she was seeing the doctor every week for checkups since discovering she was pregnant.
She had told her mother and her grown daughter that she was working on a case or just out running errands to cover the time spent at the checkups. She hadn't told anyone she was pregnant in case she lost the baby. They wouldn't have to worry about all the 'what ifs' this way.
"All right, Reilly. I have the results back from your last visit and it looks like we have a healthy baby here." Her doctor said, happily.
Reilly had had time to get used to the idea of having another baby, especially this late in her life, and she knew without a doubt she would keep her baby. Even if people thought she may be too old to be having another child, she was going to keep this baby; but it still felt kind of surreal when she heard the doctor's words. Her baby was healthy and she was actually going to be bringing another life into this world. She sort of felt dizzy, but she quickly pushed that aside.
"Thank you, doctor." Reilly said, slowly smiling. She was happy, she thought. She just didn't know what everyone else would think when she finally told them. Especially Nick.
"I think it would all right to start telling people now. Maybe tell the father?" Her doctor asked, gently. He'd known Reilly for a long time, in fact he was the doctor who had delivered her first child, Sammantha, over twenty years ago. He would be here for this baby too.
"Maybe. I'm still getting used to the idea of a baby, I can't even begin to imagine how he's going to react." Reilly began. "But I will tell him; he needs to know." She thanked the kind doctor again and left his office. She started thinking as she got into her SUV; she wanted desperately to be a good mother, but truth be told, she was a lot older than the first time, and that alone worried her the most. Sam, her daughter, was almost twenty-three and she had a daughter of her own now. Reilly was a grandmother, for goodness sake, how could she expect to get through another pregnancy possibly alone again?
She had been much younger then, and Sam's father hadn't really cared as much as he had led everyone to believe, but this time the father was Nick. Nick was different; he was very different from Sam's father and Reilly knew he would be a great dad. He loved Abby, Reilly's granddaughter, but did he want to be a dad? He was younger than Reilly, but still he was settled in his life, maybe he didn't want to be responsible for a child; maybe he didn't want to be burdened.
She knew he loved kids, he had a special place in his heat for children in his line of work, but did he want one all the time; one he would be partly responsible for? Reilly knew Nick had been molested when he was nine and because of that he tended to be more sympathetic than most in his job than others were.
She knew that being a CSI in Las Vegas, that Nick ran into a multitude of crimes committed against children, and he was supposed to try and not become emotionally involved, but not Nick Stokes. Telling Nick to stop caring was like telling him to stop breathing. It wasn't gonna happen. He felt because he could relate to the child of a crime, that made him a better CSI. And Reilly tended to agree with him. He was good, practically the best she'd ever seen in her line of work.
Reilly was a private detective in her hometown in Kansas and she specialized in missing persons, mostly children. It was her job to either find the person alive at best or their remains at worst; so she could give the family members some kind of closure. But Reilly really hated that word 'closure'. It was insufficient to her, because she knew that if her daughter or granddaughter ever went missing and they were found dead, that 'closure' didn't mean a damn thing. Yes maybe she would get answers and maybe the guilty got punished, but it would never be closed. It never ended. Every day she would wake up and face that endless road of life without her loved one and to her that was not closure. That was just fact. Cold hard torturous fact.
Reilly decided she would fly out to Vegas tomorrow morning and see Nick; tell him what was going on. Tell him she was pregnant with is child. He at least deserved the opportunity to state his feelings. She owed him that much; and if he didn't want to be saddled with a child, Reilly would do the right thing and release him from any responsibility. She would miss him, but she would raise her child alone. Well, not alone, she still had her mother and she had Sam and even Abby to help. It wouldn't be as hard as the first time, she knew that now. She'd make it through no matter what happened, one way or another.
She drove home and decided that she need to at least tell someone, so she would tell Sam. Sam would understand and she would keep it quiet until Reilly was ready to tell everyone else. She pulled up in front of her home and thought to herself; here we go.