Val pulled her pale hair into a high pony tail and sighed. "It's official." She said out loud, and Mia looked at her questioningly. "I've reached whale size." The two women were currently in the kitchen chatting while Mia finished cleaning up.

Mia giggled. "You aren't whale size."

"I swear to god the only male that would fucking whistle if I walked by would be Shamu." She was seven and a half months pregnant and her feet hurt. So did her back. Val couldn't even begin to understand how Dom still wanted to touch her.

"Hey! That's my niece in there!" Mia smiled and walked over to Val. She placed both hands on Val's extended belly and rubbed lightly. Val tugged her t-shirt lower trying to cover the offending body part. She wore the maternity pants, and the top was one of Dom's tanks. Damned ribbed, form fitting tank. She thought with a small snarl.

"Yes, and she's quiet right now, so let's let her sleep." Val said smiling. The last few months had been wild. Happier than she could ever remember, and much happier than she ever thought possible. Currently the only people living in the house were Mia, Brian, Dom and Val. The other couples; Cass and Vince, Sonja and Leon, and surprisingly Letty and Trev, had moved into rental properties in the neighborhood. Everyone was still close, within walking distance actually, but now everyone had their own privacy. They'd found out at the last ultrasound that their baby was a girl. A very active girl. She was constantly twirling around, kicking, punching, and dancing in there.

Dom had been amazingly supportive. He went to every doctor appointment with her, made sure she ate right and took every vitamin prescribed, and watched over her like a hawk. Just the other day she'd tried to change the battery in her Charger, of course he had to walk in as she was lifting, and he'd flipped out. He was awful sexy when he was losing his mind.

The sex was different now. He was extremely slow and gentle. All in all, it was frigging amazing. Just thinking about it made her tingle.

Dom stopped in the kitchen doorway and stared at Val. She stood staring off into space, and god only knew what she was thinking about. She seemed to daydream constantly lately. Seeing her body swollen with his child turned him on in ways he'd never thought possible. She was beautiful. The only part of her that had really gained weight was her belly, and it sort of looked like she'd swallowed a basketball. His daughter. He loved putting his hands on her tummy and feeling his little girl respond to him. She would kick and press and flutter. He would talk to her and tell her he loved her and how he couldn't wait to see her. She would flutter and move some more. Seemed she felt the same about him.

They'd finished getting the nursery ready the weekend before. He knew it had bugged her that she couldn't paint it herself, but he'd let her put some of the furniture together, as long as she'd promised not to lift it. They'd painted the room light green with flowers and butterflies on one wall, and a moon and stars on another. With their friends and family helping the work had gotten done quickly and it had become a party. Not a loud raucous party the way they once were, but more of a family get together and barbeque.

"What are you thinking about over there?" he asked her as he entered the kitchen.

She looked over at him with a smile on her face. "I was thinking about you." She tugged her shirt down.

"Really?" he approached her. "Should I be worried?" He gave her a mock frown.

She smacked his arm lightly and laughed. "No. I was just thinking how sexy you are."
He pulled her closer and she had to lean forward slightly to rest her head on his chest.
"Laugh and I will beat your ass." She warned him quietly.

He grinned but held back his chuckle. "I'd never laugh."

"I could hurt you severely if I sat on you." she threatened.

"Oh please, you aren't that big. Still light as a feather."

Val raised an eyebrow at him. "You are so full of shit."

"You shouldn't talk that way in front of our daughter." He admonished patting her belly.

"As if the others aren't going to teach her?" she grinned up at him. "Are you heading to the shop?"

"Yeah, it's off to work I go." He murmured dropping a kiss on her forehead.

"I'm going shopping with Mia. Little Miss Toretto here needs to be properly outfitted." She said tugging the t-shirt down again. Val looked up to catch his smirk and she glowered at him.

"Can I help it I find you incredibly sexy with my baby in your belly?" he asked innocently.

"Yeah yeah, keep talking." She made a crude gesture at him and he laughed before walking out the door.

Val and Mia spent several hours at the mall. She felt like her feet were going to fall off by the time they headed back to the car, but she'd enjoyed shopping. They'd bought the cutest clothes for her little girl. She'd actually found an infant sized Metallica onesy at Hot Topic. They'd bought a little of everything. Her kid was going to be a hip baby.

"I love the little lavender onesy that says Daddy's Little Angel." Mia practically gushed.

Val hadn't been able to resist it. Every night before bed Dom would speak to the baby telling her she was his little angel; his little princess. She'd seen it and thought, well that's appropriate. "I'm starving!"

"Where do you want to eat?" Mia asked.

"Italian. I want a huge plate of lasagna."

Mia started laughing. "Well, she's definitely a Toretto." She'd pulled up to the exit of the mall and was looking both ways when a car slammed into the rear of their vehicle. Mia's car slid into the intersection and an oncoming car slid into the driver's side door.

It all happened so quickly and their air bags deployed. Mia shook off her dizziness and looked over to Val. "Val, are you okay."

Val was clutching her belly and whimpering. "Oh god Mia, that hurt."

Mia tried to shift and shrieked as a stabbing pain shot up her arm. "Oh shit I think my arm's broken."

A teenaged boy had run up to Mia's side of the car. "I'm so sorry." He was crying. "I called 911 and they're on their way! Are you okay?"

Val looked down and her heart froze as she saw blood seeping through her jeans. "We need an ambulance." She whispered.

The kid saw the blood and paled considerably. "Oh shit, oh shit. It's on its way. I'll call again." He stammered and stumbled away to start throwing up. His friends were freaking out on the side of the rode.

Several other people were approaching the car and one man, who announced he was an off duty EMT had approached and was trying to reassure them that help was on the way. The man was giving orders to other people to set up cones he kept in his trunk so no one would make the accident worse. "What's your name sweetheart?" he asked Val as he assessed the situation. His girlfriend or wife was checking on Mia but she couldn't get the door of the car open.

"Val." she gasped.

"Val, how far along are you?"

Val was trying to breathe through the pain, so Mia answered "She's a little over seven months. Please you have to call my brother." she cried. "He's the father."

The EMT nodded to his girlfriend and gently opened the door to the car. Sirens could be heard in the distance. He knelt down and spoke quietly to Val and the woman called Dom and Brian. "You're gonna be okay." he told her. He saw the tears streaking her cheeks. "Your baby's gonna be okay too. I'm just gonna press on your belly a little okay?" She nodded and he felt her abdomen lightly.

Val felt sick. "I think I'm gonna pass out." she murmured and proceeded to slip into the black void of unconsciousness.

Mia was terrified. The fire department had to rip the door off of her car to get her out, the cops were questioning the kids, the driver of the car who'd hit her side, and the EMT who'd seen the whole thing. The ambulance arrived and transported both her and Val in the same ambulance. They'd put both women in neck collars to make sure they didn't move unnecessarily. They told her it was in case of spinal injuries. Val was moaning in pain and crying out 'my baby', but it seemed as if she'd stopped bleeding. The EMT's in the ambulance said so and were saying that Val's heartbeat was strong, but the baby's was weaker than it should be. The EMT and his wife, Mia learned their names were Josh and Beth, stayed with them until they were taken, and Beth had called Dom.

The ambulance got to the hospital before her family did. They took her directly to x-ray, and from that point she didn't know where Val went. After they took a myriad of pictures of her arm, and her neck and back they wheeled her into an empty room and moved her into one of the two beds. She caught sight of herself in the mirror. There was a huge lump on her forehead where the bag had smacked her. She had an long diagonal abrasion from the seatbelt, and she had scratches all over her broken arm from the broken glass.

The door to the room opened and Dom and Brian practically raced into the room. Mia started sobbing in earnest. "I'm sorry Dom. I'm so sorry." she wailed from where she lay immobile. "I didn't mean…"

"Hush Mia." He hugged her gently to him. "I know it's not your fault. We talked to the cops. Even if we hadn't I would've known it wasn't your fault." Brian had moved up and his hands trembled as he checked her over. "You're one of the best drivers I know."

The door opened and a doctor came in. It was the same man who'd treated Val after her step-dad's attack. "Well, I can say I didn't think I'd see any of you again." he smiled kindly. He walked over to Mia. "Well young lady you have several fractures in that arm, along with a nice concussion and neck strain." He proceeded to show them the x-rays and told her they'd be wrapping her arm in a cast shortly. Luckily they were clean breaks and he didn't think surgery would be necessary. He told her he wanted to keep her for observation for the evening, and possibly another day as well depending on how she did.

"As for Ms. Jones." he said and frowned. Dom felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach.

"Is she gonna be okay?" he whispered. "And our baby?"

The doctor met Dom's eyes.