Word Count: 1,406
Spoilers: Up to If....
Characters/Pairings: Bree, some mentions of Bree/Orson and Bree/Karl
Disclaimer: I don't own Desperate Housewives and I never will. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Before the plane crash, Karl left Bree with one last surprise. She's shocked by the news.
In her eighth week of pregnancy, Bree Hodge could no longer hide it from Orson. She couldn’t pass it off at the flu anymore. The nausea was coming in waves and all times of the day now. The crackers helped a little, but not as much as they had at the beginning of the pregnancy. She hadn’t felt this way during her pregnancies with Danielle and Andrew. Bree blamed her nausea this time around on the fact that this was Karl’s baby.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” Orson questioned. He had been getting ready to watch the evening news before Bree told him she wanted to have a talk. He figured this was about a divorce. She hadn’t said a word about it in awhile, but that was mostly because she was sick. Was she really sick? Was it something like cancer?
Bree took a deep breath and sat down on the couch. Actually talking to someone other than Susan about this was terrifying. “This is going to surprise you. It surprised me, actually. I still can’t believe this is actually happening to me.” She was aware she was rambling, but couldn’t stop herself. This was definitely scary to talk about.
“Bree, what is it? You can tell me.” Orson was worried for her health now. He hoped it wasn’t cancer. That would be really bad.
She closed her eyes and blinked back tears. “I’m eight weeks pregnant. The baby is Karl’s. I’m so sorry. I never expected this to happen, especially since I’m fifty-three years old. The pregnancy is being closely monitored and I’m going to a high risk obstetrician. I’m terrified, but I’m going to raise this baby. If nothing happens, of course.” Bree was freaking out about all the risks her doctor had told her about. She was making sure to be careful.
Orson had definitely not been expecting that. How was he supposed to react to the fact that his wife was pregnant with another man’s baby? He hated Karl Mayer with a passion. His death hadn’t changed that fact. “What am I supposed to do with this information, Bree?”
Bree shrugged. “I don’t know. I figured you should know,” she answered tearfully. Crying was one of her number one emotions these days. Bree blamed her stupid mood swings.
“Give me some time to think.” Orson didn’t want to upset her too badly, but he was still going to file for divorce. He didn’t want to be with her anymore, especially since she had gotten pregnant by Karl. Orson still loved her, but this was too much for him.
“Okay,” Bree agreed. She got up and went into the kitchen. She grabbed a piece of chocolate off the counter and began to eat it. Her cravings were also in full force, too. After she finished, the redhead called Susan.
“How’d he take it?” Susan questioned. She was still really worried about Bree. The first ultrasound was coming up soon, and Susan couldn’t wait to go with her.
“He said he needs time to think. He’s going to leave me. Oddly enough, I don’t care. Susan, I’m only staying with him out of guilt now. I don’t love him anymore. Karl was my soul mate. It’s so hard without him.” Bree had dreams almost every night where Karl survived. He would have been thrilled about the baby.
“You know that all of us will be there for you, Bree. You’re not going to be alone.” Susan smiled as her husband walked by. Mike also knew about Bree’s pregnancy, but that’s because he had caught Susan and Bree having a conversation about it two weeks ago. He had agreed to keep it a secret.
“Thank you so much, Susan. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Bree was so grateful to her friend for all the help she had been receiving since Karl’s death and the pregnancy announcement.
“You’re welcome again, Bree. Don’t worry about it.” Susan and Bree hung up the phone a few minutes later.
Bree sat down on the couch. She wanted to plan the nursery, but it was still too early in the pregnancy. She could miscarry, especially considering her age. There was so many things that could get wrong. She just wanted to make sure that everything was okay before she started to plan anything.
Two days later, Orson had finally thought things through and made Bree sit down on a chair so they could talk. “I’m filing for divorce. Bree, I can’t be with you anymore. I still love you, but you cheated on me with a man I hate and got pregnant. I can’t forgive you. I’m sorry. I’m getting the guys to help me move, and I’ll be out of your way by tomorrow.”
“I can understand that. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen.” Bree felt relief for the first time in a long time. She was sad that her marriage was ending, but it wasn’t unexpected. She had known that Orson wouldn’t react well to the pregnancy.
“I know, Bree. Good luck with your pregnancy and the baby. I wish you the best.” Orson kissed her, and then went off to do whatever is what he needed to do.
Three days later, Bree was alone in her house. Andrew was still working with her, but it wasn’t the same. The fact that she was going to be the single mother of a baby again was terrifying. Raising Benjamin for the first two years of his life had been hard, but her friends had helped her. Would they help her this time around?
“You okay, Mom?” questioned a concerned Andrew. He was worried about his mother. She had been depressed for a few months now.
“Yeah, I think I’m fine.” Bree was secretly thrilled that Orson was gone, but she still missed Karl. She wanted him back so badly. He would never be able to meet the baby. Julie and Evan missed their father so much. Evan was living with Karl’s parents, since his mother was nowhere in sight. Bree visited him occasionally. She loved and adored Karl’s kids.
“You’ll tell me if you aren’t?” Andrew just wanted his mom to be happy again. That had been impossible for a long time.
“Of course I will.” Bree wasn’t telling anyone about her pregnancy until she was sure that everything was okay. She was waiting until the first trimester was over to tell people that she was pregnant. It just seemed like the safe thing to do.
Andrew hugged his mom and then left. He was going back home to his husband. He loved working with his mom, but she had been really emotional lately. It was freaking him out.
A few hours later, it was time for Bree’s first ultrasound. She was going to be able to see her baby, and that excited her. She was still terrified of something being wrong with the pregnancy or baby, but she pushed her fear back because of the excitement.
Susan picked Bree up, and the two made their way to the obstetrician’s office. The two women were called back twenty minutes later.
“I’m scared,” Bree reluctantly admitted to her friend. She didn’t know what she would have done if Susan hadn’t come with her.
“It’s okay to be scared,” Susan assured her. She smiled at Bree, hoping that she could calm her down a little bit.
A few minutes later, the ultrasound machine was turned on. “There’s your baby, Mrs. Van de Camp. Congratulations,” Dr. Haldermen told her.
Bree burst into tears at the screen in front of her. This was actually real to her now. She was having a baby. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything looks fine right now, but we’ll be running some tests as you get further along. Would you like a picture?”
Bree nodded. “Please.” She was going to put the picture next to Danielle and Andrew’s ultrasounds. The first picture was always important.
When Bree returned home, she couldn’t stop staring at the ultrasound picture. This was her third child, her miracle baby. She was so grateful for Karl for giving her this gift. She still wished he was here with her, though. It wasn’t the same with Susan helping her. Bree was basically doing this on her own.
Bree had a lot to do in the next seven months.