Snap Shots Series: Portrait

EIGHT


On the way to the hospital Lance sat in the passenger seat and let his mind go a million miles per hour thinking about the last few months. Guilt settled on his shoulders as he thought about how he'd abandoned Willa. He hadn't meant for it to ever get this out of control, but there wasn't much he could do now about it.

"You ok?"

"No," Lance said.

"What's wrong?" JC asked.

"The question is what ISN'T wrong?" Lance said, "I've got a new baby coming, an ex-girlfriend who basically hates my guts and I just ditched my current girlfriend and left her without explaining anything to her."

"Jackie will forgive you when she hears what happened," JC said.

"I almost don't want her to. It would be easier that way if I just pissed her off and she left me."

"Don't say that," JC said, "I know that the guys and I have been a little hesitant when it comes to Jackie, but she is a nice girl."

"She's the best," Lance said with a sad smile, "I don't deserve her."

When they parked JC and Lance made their way into the hospital and JC asked the lady at the information desk about what floor they could find the maternity ward. She gave them directions, but warned that visitor's hours were over. JC nodded and told the woman about Willa's ordeal of going into labor. They took the elevator up the few floors to find where the others were and how Willa was doing.

Lance hated the hospital. He always had and he always would. Even when they had to go visit sick children or present a check from the charity he always felt a little sick to his stomach being anywhere near the place.

W. Marviani. He stared at the nameplate on the door for a moment letting JC leave him in the hallway alone then stepped towards the door and put his hands against the metallic barrier between himself and Willa. He needed to go in there and beg and plead to be a part of her life. He needed to be a father to his son or daughter. It wasn't going to be at all easy, but then again nothing ever was easy with her.

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"You aren't going to get all bitchy supermodel on me are you?"

"Excuse me?" she asked putting her hand on her hip she glared at him.

"You know," he said with a laugh. "Throw a fit or call your agent or your publicist to yell at me for you."

"Ugh! No!" She started to walk away from him.

"Come on Princess," he said, "Let's dance."

She uncurled his fingers from around her arm and pushed his hand back at him. "Maybe when you learn my name you bleach-blond-albino-teeny-bopper!" She turned on her heel and stalked away from him ignoring the sound of laughter that she heard coming from him.

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He smiled at the thought of how much that rudeness, that straight-forward-no-holds-barred approach had intrigued him. She'd been real with him. He had never been put in his place like that and for some strange reason it kept him coming back for more. There had been no kissing butts, no bowing down. She was real with him and he needed that. Jackie was real enough with him, but he and Willa had a history, something that he and Jackie would never had. They'd gone to hell and back and had stood by each other. Well stood by each other until the last incident anyway

"Excuse me. Visitor's hours are over," the woman said.

Lance shot back into the present with a cold awakening. The nurse of the floor was now staring at him. He looked around for JC and could see that he was with everyone in the waiting room down the hall. They were all talking which meant that JC was finding out all the details.

"I just want to see her." His voice sounded humble.

"No can do sir," the woman said, "Visiting hours are over. I'm going to have to ask you to leave. " She moved between him and the door, removing his hands from the metal door in the process.

"Let me in there." His nostrils flared as he stared at the woman between him and the door.

"No, it's past visiting hours and the patients in that room happen to be asleep."

"I just want to see her," his voice came out in a desperate manner. "I won't even wake her up. I just want to make sure that she's ok."

"She, whoever she is I'm sure is fine," the nurse said again, "but if you don't lower your voice you will wake everyone up which will cause me not only to keep you out of this room, but off this floor and out of this hospital."

"Please," he said and let his mouth turn down into a frown, "Please just let me peek my head in."

"No," she said, "If you want to go and wait down the hall I'm sure you'll be able to see your friend in the morning."

"Look. I know that you're not supposed to let me in," his frustrations had reached the point of boiling over. "Do you know who I am? I'll sue this hospital if you don't let me in that damn room!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Soon Lance was being pulled away from where the nurse was standing. He turned to find JC's hands on him. "He didn't mean that. I leave him alone for a few minutes and he goes nuts. I'm really sorry," JC said with a hurried manner, "He's a little surprised and anxious about this baby."

"No troubles," the nurse said, "Just make him be quiet. We don't need him disrupting our other patients."

"Yeah, yeah," JC said nodding his head.

A moment later they were on their way to the elevator, the opposite direction from where everyone else was waiting.

"Where are we going?" Lance asked pointing in the other direction, "Everyone is down there."

"Welcome to the living buddy," JC said and pulled him towards the doors. "What was that back there? Do you know who I am? I've never known you to pull that. Why are you starting that bull now?"

"I wanna see her," Lance said closing his eyes as a headache began to form above his eyes and near his temples. He rubbed his forehead and shrugged away from where JC had a tight grip on his shoulder.

"Finally," JC said.

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Lance said.

JC rolled his eyes at him. "You've been ignoring her for months and now all of a sudden you're obsessive with her or something."

"No," Lance said, "I just am worried about her. She just gave birth if you hadn't noticed."

"Wow," JC said, "You really are perceptive you know that."

"Give me a break," Lance said, "I thought the kid wasn't mine, what was I supposed to do?"

"Wait for her to explain, which from what I heard, you didn't do."

"But he knew about it," Lance said as they entered the elevator. He immediately expected JC to know who he was talking about. Something in the look on his friend's face told him that he did understand.

"You should have trusted her word over his any day," JC said, "You not only broke her heart by leaving her, but you broke her heart because you believed someone else over her."

Lance sighed and tried to move the kinks out of his shoulders. "I really have messed this up haven't I?"

"That's an understatement. I could have told you that you really messed up a few months ago."

"Why didn't you?" he asked.

"You wouldn't have listened," JC said, "I tried to talk to you a while ago about this and you didn't want to hear it so after that I stopped trying."

They stood in silence for a moment. "It's a boy you know."

"Hmm?" Lance said. He was staring towards the floor watching his shoes.

"You have a nice three week premature son named JW," JC said, "She named him James Wilfred."

James. She'd named their son after him and with her real first name it seemed like nothing could make the name more special. "How do you know?" he asked.

JC sighed. "Spanky told everyone before he took Brennan away."

Lance tensed up at the mention of his name. "Brennan was here?"

As if fate were guiding their way, the elevator doors opened and they saw Spanky and Brennan across the hallway. Spanky was pushing Brennan out the door and Brennan was grabbing onto the doorframe to keep inside the hospital.

"Spanky!" JC and Lance both called out at the same time.

Spanky turned his head and looked at them with a cocky grin on his face then turned back to Brennan. "Well, well, well. What's going on guys?" he asked.

"We were about to ask you that," JC said in a calm tone looking at Brennan then back to Spanky.

Lance stared at Brennan and tried to keep his cool. He couldn't believe that the guy had shown up. He'd known that the guy had balls, but this was a little much. After all the struggles that he'd put them through he thought that he would have given up by then. "What are you doing here Brennan?"

His grin spread wider as Spanky backed off a little so they could talk. "I just came to see my son."

"Your Son?" Lance said and took a jerky step towards him.

JC caught him with an arm across his chest and whispered, "Let Spanky take care of this."

"The little guy is a cutie. I think he looks a lot more like Willa than he does me, but whatever I'm sure he'll be happy looking like his model mom."

Lance pushed against the restraint of JC's arm. "Give me another reason to kick your ass Brennan. I still owe you for New Years last year."

Brennan just laughed, "Sure you do. Jealous much Lance? I would be too, but well the kid is mine after all, wasn't it you who abandoned her because you knew that he was mine."

"Abandon her?"

"Yeah, the dirty little slut shouldn't be sleeping with more than one guy at a time…then this stuff wouldn't happen to her."

JC seemed to understand the need for Lance to be set free on Brennan. He loosened his arms a bit and Lance lunged towards Brennan. A few moments later, just s the fight got rougher, both Spanky and JC were trying to pull the two apart as they punched at each other.

"Son of a bitch. Where the hell do you get off saying shit like that?" Lance kept saying over and over again.

Brennan was light on his feet, but was no match for the fury that Lance felt inside. Lance's fists hurt from hitting him, but he didn't stop until he felt arms around his waist pulling him back. When he finally looked up he saw that Wes and the other security guards were standing there.

Brennan immediately went into a defensive mode and with a bloody nose and a bruised cheek seemed to instantly drop into victim mode, cowering behind Wes, Spanky, and Mike.

JC had Lance in a headlock and kept repeating to him over and over again that he needed to calm down.


Willa woke up three or so hours after falling asleep and immediately called out for Spanky. She shivered in the cool air of the room and tried to pull the blanket they had there for her up around herself but it didn't work to well. She closed her eyes, took deep breaths and called out for Spanky again. She looked over at the wall clock and saw the time. She needed to go back to sleep, but she couldn't. She knew where she was, but she was in pain and somehow his name came to her mind before any other name did.

A red haired freckle faced nurse appeared and gave her a drink and some pain medication. Willa guessed that she was about the same age as her. The smile on her face was a little sarcastic and a little cocky. "These will help you relax. I should be giving some of this to your friends."

"My friends?"

"Yeah, the whole group that's been here most of the night…a few guys and a few girls around your age. You've got some crazy friends young lady."

Willa shook her head and wondered just how fast the pain medication she was given kicked in. She swore she didn't understand the woman. She'd known that Spanky had called all the guys, but she'd never expected them to show up for the birth. "What?"

"Some of your guy friends got into a fist fight in the parking lot earlier. The cops weren't called, but the both of them sat in the emergency room for a half hour or so getting cleaned up."

"What?" Willa sat up with a start then sat back with a groan. "My stomach."

The woman made a sour face. "I bet that hurt. You're going to be sore for a while."

Willa brushed away her hands when they reached to help her sit back. "What happened with the fight?"

"The two guys got into a fist fight. I don't know what started it or what ended it, but one of them came back up here for a while before they left. He was beat up pretty well and everyone got mad that he was fighting and they all left together."

"They're gone?" Willa asked.

"Yeah. There is a girl here to see you. Says she's your sister or something…no offense to her or you, but you don't look at all alike."

"Sister?"

"Yeah," the nurse said, "You want her to come in?"

"Yes please," Willa said weakly as the room began to spin a little, "Can I see my son?"

"We should wait until the morning," the nurse said.

"He's ok, isn't he?"

"Of course," the nurse said, "We will definitely let you know if his condition changes."

"Can I ask a favor?" Willa said with a soft voice.

"Sure, honey," the nurse said.

"Is there a way to keep people from seeing him?" She let out a sigh. "I know that this may sound crazy, but I only want a short list of people who will be able to see him if they chose to."

"Sure," the nurse said. She pulled a small spiral notebook from her hip pocket, grabbed a pen from her chest pocket and handed them both to Willa. "Just give me a list and I'll make sure that the ward nurses know about your wishes."

"Thank you." Willa set down a list. Spanky, of course would be able to get in, JC was the second and her parents if they decided to visit. Other than that she wasn't sure that she wanted to put Lance on the list, but at the last moment she put his name anyway. He may have abandoned her, but she wasn't going to let him abandon their son.

As she wrote she could feel the nurses eyes on her.

"Now I know where I know you from. You're that model woman that everyone keeps talking about," she said, "That girl that everyone keeps saying so many things about in the news. I think I saw a report on you on Entertainment Tonight. The one who supposedly got pregnant by one man while with another."

Willa threw fake smile at her. "Yeah I guess that's me."

"I'll definitely let them know about that then. Oh, that huge guy you came in with…"

"Spanky?" she asked.

"Yeah," she said, "He's out in the hallway near the door so no one comes in. I told him he couldn't sit in the hallway and he fought me about it for a minute, but I'll let him know its ok to stand there."

"Thank you," Willa said, "On your way out can you ask him to come in here for a moment."

"Sure," the nurse said, "If you need anything else my name is Sandy."

"Thanks Sandy." Willa handed over the list and took a deep breath and looked around the room. She didn't know how long she needed to be there, but she hoped it wasn't very long.

"Do you still want me to go and get your sister?"

"Uh…yeah send her on down." Willa was trying to figure out who she was talking about, but guessed that maybe Bobbee or Dani had stuck around and told the nurses that they were her sister to be able to stay longer.

A moment later Spanky was at her side.

"You ok kiddo?" he asked. He reached out and hugged her lightly, then moved her hair out of her face.

"What happened in the parking lot?" The scowl on her face must have been fiercer than she thought because she could see that Spanky seemed a bit scared to answer her.

"Uh…" Spanky looked around the room then back at her, "Nothing happened."

"The nurse said that there was a fight."

His eyes widened in shock as if he didn't know what she was talking about. "There was?"

"William stop it." She slammed her hand down onto the mattress. "The nurse said that some of my friends were in it. I already know that Lance wasn't around so tell me what happened!"

"Actually Lance was involved."

"What?" she said, "Is he ok?"

Spanky didn't say anything. He just looked at her with a worried expression.

"Is he ok?"

"He's fine…well he had a bloody nose and a sore hand, but he's going to be fine."

"Who else was involved?" she asked, "Please tell me it wasn't one of the other guys. The last thing in the world I want is to start something between them."

"Brennan was the other one," Spanky said. He leaned against the bed to continue, "He was teasing Lance about him not being JW's father. JC held him back for a while, but it seemed like once he said something about you, JC just let Lance go and beat the shit out of Brennan."

"What did he say about me?"

Spanky got up and walked away from the bed and began to pace a little. "You don't want to hear about this right now. It was stupid but I know it'll upset you and I don't think you need to be stressing-"

"What did he say?"

"Nothing, never mind…just leave it alone."

"What. Did. He. Say?" Her tone was forceful as she grabbed onto his arm as he passed her and dug her nails into his arm a bit. "I want to know NOW."

Spanky looked away from her and began to explain about the fight. He ended with Brennan's comment and Willa found tears coming into her eyes.

"I knew this would hurt your feelings," he sighed.

"It's not that," she said and wiped her face.

She was about to continue her explanation when the door cracked open and Amy of all people peeked her head into the doorway.

"What are you doing here?" Willa asked.

"I needed to talk to you."

"Well you picked a really bad time to do it," Willa spat out.

Amy's eyes filled with tears. "I'm sooo sorry Willa. I never thought that things would go this far. I wanted to hurt you, but I never thought that the stress of all of this would cause my nephew to be born so early."

"Nephew?" Willa asked. "WHERE THE HELL DO YOU GET OFF CALLING HIM YOUR NEPHEW?"

"Because he is," Amy said softly.

"HE SURE THE HELL ISN'T!!!"

"Yes he is." She dug into her purse and grabbed a folded piece of paper and came into the room. Spanky got in her way, but she just leaned her arm around him. "It's my birth certificate. You and I share a father, believe it or not."

"What did you say?" Willa asked.

"I said that I'm your sister…well half sister anyway."

"Spanky?" Willa looked at him for support.

"Don't ask me." He put up his hands as if he was being accused of something. "I don't know anything about this and if you ask me I don't think I should get mixed up in this one."

"Why the hell would you bring this up now?" Willa asked Amy. "What do you think that you're going to get out of this. Lance is well, lets just say that I'm not sure what Lance is right now so if you want his connections you're not going to get them, not that he would let you sneak back into our lives--well his life and my life and my son's life anyway."

Amy's eyes began to tear up. "I never thought that you'd get hurt. I mean we thought we'd sue you and get a little money, but I didn't think that you'd be put in such danger."

"Danger?"

"Well I talked to the doctor and he said that your early birth time was due to…" she stopped and took a breath.

Willa had a hard time thinking that all of this was real. The tears were definitely her own, but she wouldn't put it past Amy to try and weasel her way back into things now that the whole lawsuit was over.

"The doctor said that you gave birth last night because you got stressed out. I never meant for it to go this far. Brennan was the one who thought we should come out to LA and stick around here for a while. He has something against Lance I guess and since he thought he could help me with what I wanted we sorta…"

Willa shut her eyes. The only stress in her life was Lance and she didn't need this kind of extra drama at the moment. Hadn't she been through enough dealing with everything this year?

"Willa are you ok?" Spanky asked.

"No," she said and leaned back against the pillow. She threw the birth certificate to the floor and turned away from both of them. "Leave me alone."

"Willa. I need to talk to you," Amy said.

"Leave. Me. Alone."

"Please Willa. I just want to apologize. I didn't mean for it to go this far. I never meant for you to get hurt. You're my sister."

"Stop saying that!" Willa screamed. She took deep breaths and looked at Spanky. "Get her out of here! Now!"

Spanky too action and pulled Amy along with him out of the room while Amy still tried to get a word in. "I didn't mean it Willa. We were best friends and we could be again!"


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