By the time Tina got back to Sullivan Stables-formerly known as Raintree-she was slightly drunk and completely freaked out. Sure she was important to the operation of this place, but a farm with a reputation like this one would have no trouble hiring another jockey that was almost as good as her-maybe as good. But there was no way that Tim could replace Pablo. He knew all the horses on the farm like the back of his hand. And now that Pablo was even more upset with her than always…what if he threatened to leave if Tim didn't fire Tina?"Hey, Tim?" said Tina, stumbling into his house. There he was sitting on his living room couch reading a racing magazine.

"There you are," said Tim. "Pablo left me a message about Wildfire getting injured during the race. Where have you been?"

"Oh I, uh, followed him to the hospital," said Tina. "He's going to stay with Wildfire overnight, I think."

"I understand," said Tim. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah," said Tina. "I just feel so bad about what happened." She casually sat down on the living room couch and took off her riding boots. "I just keep wondering, if there's anything I could have done to keep Wildfire from slipping…" Then Tina's silks came off. Underneath that she was wearing nothing but a skimpy tank top that was almost see-through.

"…if this whole thing is my fault?"

Tim was silent for a moment. "Oh, sorry," he said. Tim had gotten momentarily distracted starring at Tina's breasts through her tank top, which of course was exactly what he had wanted. "No, it's not your fault, Tina," said Tim. "I know you. You're a great jockey."

"Thanks," said Tina. She smiled sweetly and kissed Tim on the cheek. "Hey, Amelia's in bed, isn't she?"

"Yeah," said Tim. "She's sleeping like a baby." He was barely even done talking when Tina slipped out of her riding pants.

"Good," said Tina. Then she moved in for the kill.

"Two wins and sixteen hundred dollars," said Danni. "Not bad for one day's work."

"Right," said Kris, turning on a lamp in their shack as they walked in the door. "Races back home were worth, what, twenty-thousand dollars even for a small one?" said Kris. "Face it, we're making pocket money."

"Pocket money is enough to pay the bills around here," said Danni. "But just barely. I'm gonna go take a shower."

"I'm gonna go feed the horses," said Kris. She went into the adjoining room and started scooping grain into feed buckets. Not five minutes later, she heard a scream and darted back into the house. "Danni, are you okay?" called Kris.

"Something really weird just happened," Danni stumbled out of the shower wrapped in a towel that just barely covered her with the baby bump. "A whole bunch of water just came rushing out."

"Of the showerhead?" Kris guessed. It wasn't unlike them to have unruly plumbing.

"No," said Danni. "Out of me." Then she made a motion like her stomach was in spasms. "Oh my god, I think I'm going into labor."

"I thought you weren't having the baby for another few weeks?" said Kris.

"So did I," said Danni. "You have to get me to the hospital, now!"

"Danielle Davis?" said the nurse at the maternity ward. "Who's your OB?"

"I don't have one," said Danni. After two hours in the car, she now felt like her stomach was being wrung out by someone with very strong hands.

The nurse wrote something down. "Have you ever seen a medical health professional about your pregnancy?" Danni shook her head.

"I don't understand this," said Danni. "I thought I wasn't due for a month."

"Ms. Davis, are you basing that off of the date that you think your child was conceived?" said the nurse.

"I know the exact night that it was conceived," said Danni. "I've only been pregnant for eight months and two days, and pregnancy is nine months long."

"Actually, pregnancy is eight and a half months long," said the nurse. "The doctors just count the date back two weeks to your last period because most people don't know the exact date that they got pregnant. So technically you're only going into labor two weeks early, and that happens all the time." From the look on her face, it was almost as if she was trying to accuse Danni of being a bad person because she wasn't seeing a doctor.

"You know what?" said Danni. "If you don't wipe that disgusting look off your face, I'm going to…"

"Okay, let's just get you to a seat," said Kris.

"We need to get her to a room now unless she wants to give birth out here in the waiting room," said the nurse. "Danielle is having this baby now." She walked around and Danni made her way to the back with Kris on her left side and the nurse on her right.

"Dammit, RJ!" yelled Danni. "Why did you have to do this to me?"

"They always say that," said the nurse.

A few minutes later, Danni was settled into the hospital bed. "Okay, thanks," said Danni. She was breathing hard. "I'm okay. Can I have some painkillers now or something?"

"There's not enough time for that," said the nurse.

"WHAT?" screamed Danni. Just then, a man in scrubs walked into the room and, without even asking, grabbed Danni's pants and yanked them off along with her underwear. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"

"Danni, you're HAVING A BABY," said Kris.

"No!" said Danni. She took both of Kris's hands and squeezed them. "I'm not ready for this!"

"Just push!" said the nurse.

Danni laid her head back and screamed as loud as she could, pushed, and crushed both Kris's hands.

The next screams they heard were the first cries of Danni and RJ's baby.