Too Good to Be True

Matt had been expecting a little more argument from Charlie when he told her to shoot Thomas. The last time he'd forced her to hold a gun, she'd fought against him, likely with everything she had. She wasn't a violent person and Matt knew that. So it was a bit of shock to him when she dove for the gun, offering no hesitation before firing at Thomas once, twice, three times. Thomas' wounds weren't inherently fatal on their own, but without medical intervention, he would likely be dead within the hour from the blood loss. It would be a slow, painful death, one that Thomas rightfully deserved.

Matt let out a groan of pain when Charlie pressed her shirt against his stomach. Now that the adrenaline was starting to wear off, the pain was increasing in spikes. Of course, he'd been shot before, but he'd never taken a bullet to the abdomen or torso and he wasn't expecting this level of pain. When Charlie asked if he could walk, Matt thought for a second before nodding. He didn't really know if he could, but he didn't really have much of a choice. He knew he needed to go to a hospital and there was no way Charlie could carry him out to the car. "Hand me the pistol first," he said, holding out his hand. He knew the police would eventually come sniffing around and the last thing he wanted or needed was for them to find a pistol here with his and Charlie's fingerprints on it. Wiping it clean with his shirt, Matt tossed the pistol away.

Getting to his feet, Matt let Charlie wrap her arm around his waist, gritting his teeth at the pain. It was a painstakingly slow trip to the SUV and by the time Matt was able to collapse into the passenger seat, he was nearly ready to just black out. "Charlie, I need you to listen to me," Matt said breathlessly as she started to pull away from the cabin. "When we get to the hospital, you've got to give them a fake name, okay? Make something up, just make sure you remember it." This far away from home, Matt had no one he could pay off to make his problems go away. But no one here would recognize his face, only his name. So if Charlie gave them a fake name, he hoped it would prevent any problems.

Charlie hated that she had felt like she had no other choice but than to shoot Thomas but she had known that was the truth. Otherwise neither Matt or she were going to make it out alive and she loved him, she'd fight for him. And their unborn child. Exhaling as she climbed into the driver's seat of Matt's suv, Charlie tried to ignore the way that her hands were shaking almost violently. She swallowed as she started the vehicle, wasting no time in taking off out of the drive way.

Perking up a bit when Matt said her name, Charlie nodded immediately as she committed his words to memory. She hesitated for a moment before glancing in his direction, her stomach twisting into a knot. "Of course, I'll give them a fake name," Charlie said, to hopefully calm whatever stress Matt was feeling about the situation. She bit down on her lip, glancing in his direction. "Should I call the boys? Get them to come out to take care of Thomas' body?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. She had no clue how this worked, how any of it worked. Matt was the one in charge though and she hoped he would be able to think it through in his state.

Thankfully, it wasn't too long until Charlie pulled into the hospital parking lot. She jumped out as soon as she had parked, shoving the keys into her pocket as she ran around the side of the vehicle. She reached the passenger's door, helping Matt out as quickly as he could move. She wrapped her arm around his waist, helping him into the emergency room. Matt was laid out on a gurney and wheeled away, Charlie told to stay in the waiting room. Once they had Matt settled in, they would come get her to bring her back. Charlie sank down onto one of the chairs in the waiting room, her hands shaking as she sighed. Her hands and clothes had blood all over them and it made her sick to know that this was her fault. If she had just stayed home, Thomas would have never had the opportunity to kidnap her the way that he had. But no, she had been stupid and impulsive. Dragging a hand down her face, Charlie sighed as she got up to head to the little bathroom to clean up as much as possible.

Matt couldn't remember a time when he'd ever lost this much blood. He'd been shot before, but never in the stomach. When Charlie started to speak to him, it sounded like he was underwater; everything sounded distorted. "Yeah, yeah, call Brian," Matt mumbled. Brian was essentially his second in command, he would know what to do. Matt slumped against the window, nearly having passed out by the time he felt the SUV jerk to a halt. He'd lost so much blood at this point that he didn't know he was possibly going to be able to walk, but he knew Charlie couldn't carry him. So he gritted his teeth against the pain, summoning every bit of strength he had to slide out of the SUV. The walk into the emergency room was long and slow, but luckily as soon as they were inside the doors, they were swarmed by nurses.

Matt gratefully plopped down onto a gurney, feeling his last bit of consciousness slip away as he was wheeled down the hall to the operating room. When he woke up hours later, he knew instantly that it was night time and that he was no longer in pain. Of course, the next thing that passed through his mind was Charlie, who was nowhere to be found. For a split second, Matt worried that Thomas might have come back for her, but then he remembered that Thomas was dead and there was no way he could hurt anyone ever again.

Fumbling for his call button, Matt summoned the nurse, hoping she could tell him where Charlie was. "Did you need anything, Mr. Myers?" she asked. Matt blinked for a second at the sound of the strange name, just then remembering that he'd told Charlie to give them a fake name.

"Uh, do you know where my fianceé is?" he asked. "Petite, little blonde girl?"

"I think she nay still be in the waiting room," the nurse answered. "You haven't been out of surgery for too terribly long."

After Charlie had finished washing as much blood off of her hands as she could, Charlie twisted and rushed right outside of the hospital. She walked for a bit so that she wasn't standing right outside of the doors before she called Brian. She didn't offer all of the details of what had just happened but she mentioned that Brian should make a visit to Thomas' cabin. She didn't want to speak about Thomas being dead in case someone overheard, that was the last thing that she wanted. They weren't where Matt knew the people and could simply pay a cop or a doctor off.

She returned to the waiting room, her eyes trained on the floor as she sat. Charlie clutched her phone in her hands, staring blankly at the floor. She couldn't bring herself to do anything on her phone, all too worried about Matt. Knowing that she was pregnant, Charlie couldn't lose Matt. Not now. Her hands shook as she let her thoughts get the best of her, shedding a few tears. She sniffled, reaching up to wipe them away before anyone could be concerned or alarmed.

It seemed like hours had gone by when finally, a nurse came out to approach her. Charlie sat bolt right up, her attention focused on her as she smiled. "Benjamin is doing great, Katelyn. He's out of surgery and just woke up. Come on and follow me back," she said, turning to lead Charlie into the more secured area of the hospital, leading her to the room that Matt had been taken to. The nurse offered a knowing little smile before she motioned toward the door. "The first thing out of his mouth was asking about you, I think you picked a good one, miss."

Charlie let out a small laugh, nodding as she thanked the woman. SHe hesitated for just a moment before she knocked on the door before stepping inside. She let out a breathe of relief that she hadn't even realized she had been holding in when she looked at Matt for the first time. He looked exhausted and like he wanted nothing more than to sleep but Charlie didn't care, she was just relieved that he was okay. She bit back a sob, her shoulders shaking a bit as she approached Matt.

"God, I was so scared," Charlie admitted in a small voice, reaching to lace her fingers with Matt's.

[they left their puppy at that fucking cabin ]

The nurse assured Matt that she would go and find Charlie before hurrying out of the room. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door and Matt sat up just a bit straighter in the bed as it opened. He smiled as Charlie entered the room, squeezing her hand when she laced her fingers with his. "Don't be scared, darling," he said softly. "I'm not going anywhere. I've got to protect you, don't I? And I've got to protect that little one, too." He smiled again, rubbing his thumb over Charlie's knuckles. "I don't understand why you didn't just stay home and tell me you were pregnant. I wouldn't have been upset, I'm happy. Thrilled." Matt was sure that Charlie knew that it was her choice to leave that had landed them in this situation, but he would never place the blame on her. She was scared, he knew that, and she hadn't anticipated Thomas finding her at the cabin in Big Bear.

"We should probably make you a doctor's appointment once we get home, see how far along you are and maybe get an ultrasound," Matt said. He knew that now that he and Charlie were having a baby, it would change a lot of things. Charlie would need more protection as she got further along in her pregnancy, especially after what had happened with Thomas. Having a child painted a bright red target on his back, but Matt would go to the ends of the earth to make sure Charlie and their child were safe. But even still, he wasn't sure he could leave his work. Perhaps he might be willing to lessen his load, persay, once the baby arrived, but it was such a vital part of his life at this point that there was no way he could ever leave it behind completely. Not until the day it finally cost him his own life.

"So, boy or girl?" Matt asked. He reached out to place his hand on Charlie's flat stomach. He knew that it was only a matter of months before her belly would appear and he couldn't wait to see the physical manifestation of the child that was growing inside of her. "I'm thinking I want a girl. But I would be happy either way." Settling back in the bed again, Matt let out a soft yawn. "You should lay up here with me, Charlie," he suggested, patting the bed. "Just until I fall asleep, then you can get up if you want to. But I'd rather not have you leave. I just feel like you're safer here with me."

{shhh, brian's gone to get her }

Charlie was more relieved than anything to know that Matt was safe and that he was going to survive. She was completely defeated though, she felt like everything that had happened was her fault. It killed her, to know that all of this had happened because of her. If she had just stayed at home, she wouldn't have been kidnapped by Thomas and Matt wouldn't have been shot. Letting out a shaky breathe as Matt spoke, Charlie gave a small nod of her head. She reached up to wipe her tears away before they had the chance to fall. She didn't want Matt to feel any worse than he already did. "I know. I was just... I don't know. I was worried and confused and I just wanted some time to myself to clear my head. I was going to call you in the morning, I swear."

Exhaling slowly, Charlie chewed on her bottom lip as she looked up to meet Matt's gaze. His comment about a doctor's appointment made her heart swell. Matt seemed to be genuinely thinking about it all and that just made her happy, to know that Matt was overlooking everything that had just happened. "I can't be that far along but we'll be able to see the baby. If anything, it's probably about as big as a lemon," she said, her face scrunching a bit at the thought. It was strange for her to thinking there was a growing baby inside of her.

"Girl," Charlie answered before Matt even finished his question. "The world does not need more Sanders men running around," she joked quietly, all too eager to accept Matt's offer to join him in the bed. She was careful as she climbed up after kicking her shoes off, not wanting to put any pressure on his wound. Charlie set her head on Matt's chest, breathing a small sigh as she cuddled up to him. "I'm not going anywhere. Ever again," Charlie huffed, her aggravation over the whole situation leaking through for a moment. "I don't want to," she whispered, looking up to Matt. "I love you and I really am sorry about everything that happened," she said, giving his arm a gentle squeeze.

"I'll cook your favourite meal when we finally get home. I promise," Charlie commented quietly, letting her own eyes slip shut. After everything, now that she knew Matt was safe, the exhaustion was beginning to set in and there wasn't a single thing she could have done to stop it if she had wanted to.

[Brian's just taking care of everything, isn't he ]

Matt made a curious face when Charlie said the baby was as big as a lemon, trying to imagine it. "Are you sure you're that far along?" he asked. "I feel like you'd be a lot bigger if the baby was the size of a lemon. But you're the pregnant lady, not me." It was pretty safe to say that the pain medication he'd been given was making Matt just a little loopy. He made a noise of indignation when Charlie joked that the world didn't need any more Sanders men. On the contrary, he thought the world could use more. Of course, if he had a son, Matt would make sure that he chose a better path in life than he had, that he had more options than resorting to a life of murder and crime. He hoped their child would be more like Charlie, sweet and caring and sane.

When Charlie climbed into the bed and cuddled up to him, Matt wrapped his arm loosely around her shoulders. Now that he knew everything was finished and that Charlie was okay, the exhaustion and the fact that he'd been shot was starting to catch up with him and Matt could barely keep his eyes open. "I love...you, too," Matt mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes. "Love you." He barely heard Charlie's promise to cook his favorite meal before he completely succumbed to his exhaustion. He slept like a rock until the shift change, when a new nurse came to wake him up and check his vitals. "I'm alive, isn't that what matters?" Matt grumbled. Outside, he could see the sun starting to come up and all he wanted to do was sleep. But he allowed the nurse to take his vitals and check his wound, grumbling when she mentioned that he should stay away for breakfast.

"She could've given me some more pain medication if she was going to wake me up at six in the morning," Matt grumbled to himself. He looked over to Charlie, a bit jealous when he realized she'd slept through the short exchange with the nurse. He couldn't wait until he was discharged so they could go home, but he knew it would be several days before that happened. He wasn't a medical professional, but he knew a shot to the stomach didn't involve a quick recovery. "Charlie...are you awake?" Matt asked, peeking over at her again. He hated to wake her, but she would likely be woken up when they brought in his breakfast and besides, he needed to know where his phone was so he could call Brian.

[this was so terrible ]

{well, what else would we say }

Looking back at the past few weeks, it had been fairly obvious that she was pregnant. Charlie had been more tired than usual and she didn't have as much of an appetite, always nauseous over the smallest of things. With the events of the past twenty four hours, Charlie was completely and utterly exhausted so it came as no surprise when she slept through a nurse coming into the room to check on Matt. The only sign of life she offered was a small whimper before she pressed closer to Matt's side. She started to come to when Matt spoke directly to her, blinking lazily as she lifted her head off of the pillow. Charlie groaned as she reached up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes reluctantly. "I slept like a damn brick," she muttered, sitting up slowly.

Charlie bit back a sigh as she slid off of the mattress, instead settling into the chair that she pulled over from the corner of the room. She reached over, setting her hand gently on his arm. She still needed the physical contact to reassure her that Matt was safe and out of harm's way. She bit back a sigh as she leaned up to press a light kiss to Matt's lips. "How'd you sleep?" She asked softly, running her fingers through Matt's hair before she settled back down in her seat.

Frowning at the mention of his phone, Charlie instead reached for hers which she held out to him. "I think your phone is still in the car. I can go get it if you want but you can call Brian from my phone, it doesn't matter," she commented quietly, setting her chin in her hand. She was just happy to be close to Matt at this point, there was a sense of safety here because what could actually go wrong in the hospital?

[I don't know ]

"Yeah, trust me, I noticed," Matt said, managing a rough smile. The pain was starting to set in again and he was going to have to ask the nurse for more medication whenever they brought in his breakfast. He watched as Charlie slid off the bed and took a seat in a nearby chair, reaching over to squeeze her hand when she laid it on his arm. "I slept pretty good, but I'm sure that had a lot to do with the pain medication they gave me," he said. He noticed the look on Charlie's face when he asked his phone, matching her frown when he was handed hers instead. He knew it didn't really matter whose phone he called Brian with but he didn't like not knowing where his was.

"I'll call Brian with yours for now but I'd really appreciate it if you went out to get mine from the car," Matt said. He tried to keep his tone of voice light and sweet but he also wanted to make sure that Charlie knew he really wanted her to go and get his phone. He would never stop being paranoid and he was worried that someone might be able to get ahold of his phone and possibly see something they didn't need to see. Knowing that Charlie had called Brian last night, Matt went to her recent calls and mashed the most recent number. Thankfully, it rang for only a few seconds before Brian answered.

"Brian listen, it's me," Matt said, interrupting the other man before he had a chance to say anything. "Did you get things taken care of?" Brian informed him that he'd taken the guys out last night and they'd managed to take care of Thomas' body and get rid of the pistol Charlie had used to shoot him. "And you cleaned up?" With it being an uncontrolled crime scene, Matt knew that any little clue could be used to tie him or Charlie to Thomas' death. A bloody footprint, fingerprint on the doorframe. Brian assured Matt that they'd made sure to scrub the place and with that information in mind, Matt told Brian to call if he needed anything else and hung up, handing Charlie back her phone. "Where is my breakfast?" Matt asked, narrowing his eyes at the door. "They woke me up at the ass crack of dawn, the least they could do is feed me. I'm starving."

Charlie hadn't even thought about heading out to the suv to get Matt's phone even after she had handed off her own to him. She didn't see the paranoia that Matt did so when he insisted, she was a bit confused. A frown formed on her lips and she very nearly objected before deciding that it wasn't worth the argument. For everything that they had both been through in the past few days, Charlie didn't want to cause a fight. Not with learning she was pregnant and not with the wound Matt was suffering from. Sighing as Matt hung up the phone, Charlie pushed to her feet. She gave Matt's arm another squeeze before she headed toward the door. "I'm going to go grab your phone and check on breakfast. I'll be back in a few minutes, alright?"

Leaving Matt's hospital room, Charlie found herself that she was a bit more anxious than usual. She couldn't quite place why but when she pulled open the passenger door on the suv, the reason smacked her right in the face. Of course she was paranoid and anxious after being kidnapped, no one could really blame her. Charlie snatched up Matt's phone, locking the suv before she headed back into the hospital. She paused by the nurse's station to ask when breakfast would be served before returning to Matt's room.

"They said that breakfast should be up within ten or so minutes," Charlie spoke softly as she slid into the chair she had previously occupied. She held out Matt's phone to him as she leaned back, pulling her feet up. "We'll have to get the suv cleaned," she paused momentarily. "Do you know how to clean it or should we get someone else to clean it or...?" Charlie felt kind of silly asking such a question but she knew that it was better to prepare Matt for the state of his vehicle. It certainly wasn't pretty.

Matt nodded at Charlie when she said she was going to go get his phone from the SUV. He would feel much better when it was in his hands. It wasn't long before Charlie returned, resuming her seat next to the bed. He gratefully took his phone from her, tucking it underneath his pillow. "Ten minutes?" Matt grumbled. "Well it'd better be real food, not that powdered egg bullshit." He was a little confused when Charlie mentioned cleaning the SUV until he realized what it likely looked like. With the amount of blood he'd lost, the passenger seat would likely need to be reupholstered. "Brian can take care of it," Matt finally said. "He'll know what to do." Having just called Brian, Matt decided he would wait until after his breakfast to call again. It wasn't too important, since anyone who'd seen him brought it would understand that there was blood in his SUV.

Just as Charlie had said, a nurse arrived with his breakfast tray ten or so minutes later. Matt thanked her as she left before pulling the tray over his bed and opening the tray. "Powdered eggs," was all he said. He wasn't a fan, but he was so hungry he would eat anything at this point. And it wasn't exactly like he could send Charlie out to get him food in a bloody SUV. When Matt had cleared his plate, he covered it with the tray and pushed the rolling bedside table away. "Guess I'll call Brian now and tell him I have another chore for him," Matt announced. "He'll probably come up here to get the keys he can take the SUV to be cleaned or reupholstered or whatever he needs to do. But he'll leave his car here for you to use if you need to. Because you'll eventually need to go home and get some rest. I'll be here for a few days, but you don't need to stay here that long. It's not good for the baby."

Charlie hadn't even realized that she was hungry until Matt's breakfast was brought into the room by an older nurse who eyed Matt warily and told Charlie to make sure that her husband ate all of his breakfast. So that he could heal up. She had laughed and nodded, watching the older woman disappear back through the door that she had come through. Her cheeks had flushed a bit of a deeper red when she looked up, making eye contact with Matt. "Apparently we're married," she teased quietly, falling silent when Matt started to speak. She listened intently, giving a small nod of her head. She wasn't planning on going home any time soon, even though she knew Matt was stable and that Thomas was no longer a threat, she was still a bit more nervous than maybe she should have been. She cleared her throat, running her hands down down her legs before she settled back in her chair.

"I think I'll just get Brian to bring me a change of clothes," Charlie said after a few moments of silence. "I don't really want to stay at the house alone given everything that's happened," she explained quietly, hoping that it wouldn't end up bothering Matt. She didn't care if he decided to tend to business in front of her or anything, she just wanted the comfort that Matt always provided her. Matt would do anything he could to protect her, especially now that she was carrying their child. "Besides. You'll probably be out tomorrow, given that there's no complications that pop up. Then once you're feeling a bit better, I'll schedule the first doctor visit for our little one. How's that sound?"

Matt wished that Charlie would go home and rest, but after what had happened, he could understand why she wouldn't want to be alone. "Well, you can drive Brian's car to the house so you can get some clothes," Matt said. "Because it'll most likely be two or three days before they release me, darling. They've got to make sure I won't develop an infection or anything. But I do like the idea of setting up a doctor's appointment for the little one. We've got to see how the little bean is doing, right? And maybe the doctor can tell us when to be expecting its arrival." It was only a matter of twenty minutes or so before Brian stepped into the hospital room and Matt handed him without a word.

Brian tossed his own car keys onto the tray table next to Matt's bed, giving the both of them a silent wave before leaving. Matt pushed the keys in Charlie's direction. "Go on back to the house, darling," he told her. "And get yourself something to eat if you want. I'll fill up Brian's gas tank if need be. In the meantime, I think I'm going to see if I can sneak in a little nap before they decide to check my vitals again." Matt beckoned Charlie down so that he could give her a kiss before she left his room. He had no idea how long it would take Charlie to run home for a change of clothes and to grab a bite to eat if she chose to, but he hoped it would be long enough for him to get a little rest. He was in the ICU, so he knew the staff would be in sooner than he wanted to bother him again.

Charlie frowned slightly when Brian appeared, knowing full well that Matt would push her to leave despite how much she didn't want to go. She bit back a sigh, nodding as he urged her to leave once Brian had left. She pushed to her feet, kissing him before she disappeared out of the room. She headed straight home, deciding to take a shower before pulling on a pair of sweats and a tank top. She didn't think there was any reason for her to dress to impress so she left the house just like that, heading to McDonalds to grab a quick bite to eat. She had originally planned on going for something healthier like subway but the moment she dropped into the car, a craving for fries hit and she wasn't about to deny herself it. She decided to grab Matt a meal as well, sure that he would want something more enjoyable for lunch than what he had had for breakfast.

Grinning as she entered the hospital room, Charlie held up the tray of drinks and the bag of food. "Figured you might want something a bit tastier than powder eggs," she teased softly as she took her seat back beside Matt's bed. She placed Matt's meal on the tray before pushing it in for him. "Baby wanted fries and after everything, I wasn't about to tell baby no," Charlie joked, popping a fry into her mouth with a satisfied groan. She relaxed back in her chair, her shoulders sagging in relief.

Matt knew Charlie would rather be here with him and in all honesty, he would also rather she be here, where he could protect her. But she wouldn't be able to stay here the entirety of the few days he was in the hospital. She would need to shower and to have clean clothes and to sleep in an actual bed. And Matt knew he could trust Brian and the others to watch after Charlie while he wasn't around. Thomas might not be a threat any longer, but there would always be others who would try and use Charlie to hurt him. And once word got around that they were expecting a child, the threat would only grow. But just as Matt would do everything in his power to keep Charlie safe, he would do the same for their baby.

Matt managed to doze off for a few minutes before Charlie came back into the room and it was the smell of fresh fries and cheeseburgers that roused him from his light sleep. "Hell yeah, I do," he groaned, sitting up in the bed. He dug into the bag she'd placed in front of him, pulling out his fries and burger. "Well can you blame the little bean?" he asked, hearing Charlie say the baby had been craving fries. "These things are delicious." Matt finished off his food in record time, still hungry after the small breakfast the hospital had served. He likely wouldn't want the lunch they brought for him, but that was okay. "I may have to send you out for food more often," he said. "Maybe chicken next time, though. Or whatever little bean is craving."

Charlie would never admit it to anyone, including herself, but she had rushed back to the hospital. She knew that Matt was safe and out of harms way but she just couldn't shake the feeling that she was being followed now. She kept glancing in the rearview mirror, wanting to make sure that she wasn't being followed. She only felt relieved when she stepped through the hospital room door, immediately going quiet when she noticed Matt was still groggy. Charlie dug into her food, looking up when Matt spoke. She couldn't help but grin, nodding her head. "We're going to end up calling the baby 'bean' even after it's born," Charlie said with a laugh as she shook her head. "They're going to end up hating us for it."

Crossing her legs once she had finished with her nuggets, Charlie started munching on her fries as she looked up to Matt. "I'll want to move your office to the room on the other end of the second floor so that your current office can be the baby's nursery," she said, a slight frown on her lips. She wasn't so sure that Matt would go for moving his office but she hoped he would. "It'll still be on the second floor so it'll be away from prying eyes," she said, hoping to convince him a bit more of her idea. "That way the baby can be close to us at night."

"There are worse things we could call the baby," Matt pointed out, grinning. "Bean is pretty harmless. And it's cute." Matt settled back into the bed as he pushed his tray away, listening to Charlie as she spoke about wanting to move his office. "I'll think about it," Matt said. "I like my office where it is, close to the bedroom. But I suppose it is bigger. And just...I'll think about it, okay? We've still got quite a bit of time to decide on things. And I didn't think you would want to start on the nursery until we know if we're having a boy or a girl."

Matt was actually very excited about becoming a father, despite the target it would paint on his back. He had no reservations about doing whatever it took to keep his child safe and he knew the guys would help protect the baby as well. And Charlie...well she would be a mother. She would likely be more vicious than any of them when it came to protecting the baby. "So we should probably get a baby name book, don't you think?" Matt suggested, the thought suddenly hitting him. "Who knows how long it'll take for us to choose a name. You know they say you never realize how many people you hate until yoore trying to name your baby."

Charlie gave a nod of her head as she let out a small laugh. Matt wasn't exactly wrong, there were way worse things that they could call their child. She shifted around in her seat, pulling the blanket fromt he back of the chair off so that she could wrap it around herself. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing ever but the weight of it was a welcome comfort. "I think I'm going to get Brian to go with me to the store later. Just so I can pick up some vitamins and stuff," she said with a small yawn. "Just don't want to go on my own," she explained after a moment, knowing that Matt could end up jealous if he was tipped the wrong way.

"Can't start them too early, y'know," Charlie commented, tilting her head to the side. She offered a small smile at the mention of a baby name book, nodding her head. "Just promise we're not naming a boy Thomas and I don't think I'll care too much," she said, unable to stop the little smirk that peeked through her. She knew it was probably wrong of her to make such a joke but she was still bitter over what had happened. "I'm so tired," she grumbled, realizing that she hadn't had a real night's sleep in almost a day and a half now. "I'm gonna just take a nap. If you need me, just wake me up. Okay?"

"Get us some microwave meals while you're there," Matt said. He decided to ignore her comment about not wanting to go on her own. He wasn't worried about Brian. Brian had been his second in command for as long as he could remember and after what had happened yesterday, Charlie needed someone to protect her while she wasn't with him. "Fuck no, we're not naming him Thomas," Matt said. "Maybe we should name him Charles. That's my middle name and then we can call him Charlie Jr." He grinned at the thought, knowing she probably wouldn't like the idea very much."

When Charlie mentioned taking a nap, Matt scooted over a bit in his bed. He patted the spot next to him. "Why don't you lay down next to me in the bed?" he suggested. "Maybe then I could take a nap, too. I always sleep better when you're next to me. Although it would probably help if I could get some more pain medication." Reaching over, Matt mashed his call button to summon the nurse. When she appeared, Matt asked if he could have some more pain meds and she nodded before heading out of the room again.

Charlie looked up, rolling her eyes when Matt said they should name a boy Charles. No way in hell was she going to let that one pass but sure, if Matt wanted to think he had a change at that, she wouldn't deny him the hope. At least not right now. Her face perked up a bit when Matt invited her to join him on the bed and after a moment of hesitation, she moved to climb into the hospital bed with him. She was careful not to lay too much weight on him or bump his wound. She smiled softly as she laid her head on his shoulder, only to glance up with the nurse appeared in the doorway.

"'M sorry about all this," Charlie mumbled just as she stared to fall asleep. All things considered, Charlie was dead tired and it wouldn't be surprising if she ended up sleeping for several hours.

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Charlie bit down on her bottom lip, a light blush heating her cheeks as she watched Matt pull off his hospital gown. She stepped forward to help him pull the shirt she had brought for him over his head. Looking up to him, CHarlie felt her lips quirk upward in a smile. "You excited for today? I know we won't get to find out the sex of the baby but to get to see them for the first time..." she trailed off, a blissful look overtaking her features as she started to follow Matt out of the hospital room. It had basically been their home for the last few days and God, she couldn't wait to sleep in her own damn bed.