In the darkness of the night, a black minivan pulled onto a nearby highway. The road was deserted and would have scared a lot of people but not this particular redhead. She loved the night with its dark, empty quietness. However, the peace of the night was disturbed by the sound of her ringing cell phone.

"Hello?" she asked, picking it up.

"Cody Furlong, how are you this fine day?"

"Hey, Squib. You're sounding happy. Let me guess: you won your match?" Squib was in Australia at the moment for a really big tennis tournament.

"Not only did I win, I beat him to nothing!" he said gleefully.

"Well, congratulations."

"Thanks. Anyways, how are you? And Junior?" he asked seriously.

"I'm fine, and you know it could be a girl too," she said while looking down at her slightly round stomach.

"Yes, it could and we can refer to it as Squibby for now."

"Squibby?"

"It sounds feminine and comes from a guy called Squib."

Cody laughed.

"How's everything at home?" he asked.

Uh-oh, Cody thought. I have to tell him, but how can I do that without him getting mad? I'll give it a try . . . "Squib, remember how I said I wanted to visit Adena?" she started.

"I remember saying we'd go when I came back because there's no way you're driving from Ontario all the way to Montreal alone. Especially in your present condition," he answered.

"Squib I can take care of myself, okay? I want this kid as much as you do and I know to take care of it," Cody snapped. "And I'm sorry if you don't approve, but I'm on my way to Montreal right now," she added smugly.

"Cody, I said NO!" Squib sounded outraged.

"Too bad; I'm already half way there."

"No, Cody!"

"Calm down, Squib. Listen I need to concentrate on the driving. I'll be there in a few hours. After that I'll get some sleep and call you back as soon as I wake up. Okay?" she asked gently.

"I can't believe you."

"I love you too. Bye."

She hung up. At least he'll win his next match, she thought. I really feel sorry for the next guy he faces. It was common knowledge that Squib always let out his anger during tennis and the more anger, the better he played.

You're welcome, Cody thought, smiling.

Her smile was wiped off very soon because a certain driver was driving too fast. It happened so quickly that neither realized it until it was too late. A car came from the opposite direction and hit the front of her minivan, pushing it off the road so it slammed against a tree. Cody instantly fell unconscious.

Meanwhile the driver of the other car drove away even quicker than before. Guilt filled the man and he made a sharp U-turn to go back to the car he had hit. What if the person in it had been severely injured? Or worse, had died?He didn't want to live with such guilt so he quickly got out of his car and went to check on the person.

He gasped at the sight. A beautiful girl with red hair - also stained by red blood - was sprawled in front of him. He couldn't believe his eyes. The urgency of the situation came back to him and he took her in his arms and went to his car with her. He got them to the nearest hospital in a few minutes hoping it wasn't too late. Again, he had to carry her but this time it was to the hospital.

After she was in the emergency room, a nurse came to him and started asking him questions. First she asked him to describe the accident. He did, omitting the fact that it was he who had hit her. He told the nurse that he had been called immediately and then the girl lost consciousness. Then she asked what he had been dreading.

"What is the girl's name?" she asked.

"Cody Myers," he answered.

"And your name and relation to her?" she asked.

"Nate Bates. I'm her boyfriend."

-.-…

A/N: I'll just explain something: Nate and Cody had broken up at age 17. Cody is now 20 and she and Nate haven't been in contact for three years so he never knew about her getting married or pregnant. He will learn soon though . . .

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