A/N I told you things were about to go down hill. Don't get mad at me for her not having the baby. SPOILER – No the baby doesn't die. Read on and you will see what I mean. I wanted to have a little climatic moment in the heat of the story before leading up to the finale. I love this chapter. It is one of my favourites, and I worked really hard on it. I hope you enjoy it. In case you all are 7th heaven freaks like I am, yes this story line should feel strangely familiar. I wrote this with no copyright intended. Please enjoy. BTW there is nothing between Grant and Amy. He is just a supportive friend.

6 months into pregnancy

Ricky was running, sprinting in fact. He was chasing an ambulance, screaming to save

his life, trying to stop the vehicle. The faster he ran, the more the distance between him and the ambulance grew. Suddenly the scene flipped to him once again in a hospital room, answering his phone to cries of pain. He noticed the wooden cradle, but this time no baby. Suddenly, John was in his arms. But it wasn't John now, it was John as a new born and it wasn't really John, but Ricky's new born baby. The blanket switched from white to red as it did every dream.

Ricky shot up from his nightmare and glanced around the room. He tousled his hair which was as wet as if he had just stepped out of the shower. Ricky got up from the sofa bed and paced the floor. He felt like crying. Why hadn't these dreams stopped? Was it because he hadn't been honest with Amy over why he had been acting weird lately? Was it because he was terrified of becoming a father for the second time? Was he scared something was going to happen? All of these were good reasons for the constant nightmares Ricky had. Only instead of being different dreams each night, the same one played out in his head but got worst as the weeks went on.

Amy rustled the sheets, giving a big yawn and stretch to greet the morning. She noticed Ricky on the other side of the room and propped her head up with her hand, smiling at her fiancé deep in thought. Ricky was brought out of his frustrating daydream by Amy. He gave her a welcoming smile and she patted the sheets, inviting him back to bed. He climbed back underneath the duvet and Amy pulled him into her. She kissed his lips, nudging him with her stomach. He laid Amy down and laid next to her, never breaking the lock between their lips. The two made out under the sheets for a while before Ricky nudged his hands below Amy's stomach, under the waist of her pajama pants. Amy got needier and pushed Ricky's hand lower. As he massaged her, she began to moan. Ricky could feel the baby kick against his chest and he began to pull away. Amy tried to stop him but she was interrupted by her son who had just entered the room, rubbing his eyes and holding his teddy bear by the leg.

"Hi John." Ricky greeted

John mumbled a whine and started to cry. Amy slowly crept out of her bed, regaining her composure. She knelt down beside John, pulling him in for a hug.

"What's wrong sweety?" Amy asked rubbing her son's back. She lowered her hand and felt that the bottom of his shirt was damp. "Uh-oh. Did we have an accident?"

John nodded his head sadly and began to sob harder.

"That's okay honey. No crying. Mommy will clean you up" Amy soothed

"Are you sure your okay Amy? I don't want you doing any more than you have to. It's time to take it easy" Ricky stated worriedly

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm fine. You want to help? Start the breakfast. I want a bagel with pepperoni on it. Kind of like a little pizza."

"For breakfast? I can make pancakes!"

"No, Bagel is fine. Add Honey too!" Amy pushed, taking her son's hand and bringing him into the bathroom.

"Bagel it is.." Ricky mumbled. After he prepared breakfast, he grabbed the books he had been studying late last night for his exam today and stuffed them into his bag. He left with an apple in his hand and short kiss from Amy lingering on his lips.

When Ricky got to school, he parked his car and ran into a building on his right, chucking his apple core into a garbage can. Once inside the main doors, he read a sign that told students to turn off their cell phones and find a seat in preparation for the test. Ricky did as he was told and found a seat near the door. As Ricky's professor handed out the 6 paged test, he explained the guidelines to his students. There would be no talking or standing up. No food or drinks and especially cell phones were allowed. Every person had exactly 2 hours to write the mid term. Ricky began his test at 10:15 am

When Amy got to school after dropping off her son, she felt off. Almost as if something wasn't right about her. She walked to her locker, trying to avoid as many people in the hall as she could. Now that Amy was 6 months, and getting bigger, her walk in the hall had turned into more of a waddle. Amy fought her way through all of first and second period. The baby kicked as usual but today the movement was much more vigorous and painful. Amy walked into science and saw Grant, her new lab partner waiting at their table.

"Hey Amy!" Grant greeted

"Hey Grant" Amy gestured tiredly "why aren't we prepping our station? Aren't we doing our lab today?"

"Change of plans, actually. The teacher wants us and one other group to be the first ones to start our research for the final task. She said we can go to the library."

"That sounds good. I don't know what to look for though. I think I'll let you be the brains behind this operation" Amy joked

"Sure, no problem. If you would rather sit, I can look for books and bring some to you to look through if you'd like"

Amy and Grant made their way to the library. When walking in, Amy checked her cell. They had to be back to class by 11:00. It was now 10:15. Amy decided she was up to searching for books and followed Grant to one of the isles in the back. Amy noticed Ben at a computer and gave him a friendly smile which he gladly returned. Amy and Grant searched for books following the guidelines of their project outline.

"How about this one?" Grant asked politely "It talks about natural functions vs. man made."

"That seems perfect. I also found one on the natural effects of –" Suddenly Amy felt a sharp pain inside her that wasn't a kick but more on the lines of a contraction. She clutched her stomach

"Amy – are you okay?" Grant asked quickly "Come, we'll sit you down"

"No – no I'm f-f-fine." Amy assured, propping herself up on the bookshelf "go check these- these books out. I'm coming."

"You sure?"

"Yea, go. I'm fine."

Grant began to walk away holding a couple of books in his hands. Before he was half way across the room, he heard a crash of books fall to the floor and a cry for help. He turned around and saw Amy on the floor, clutching her stomach close to tears.

"AMY!" Grant screamed, running back to her side

"Grant- I- It hurts." Amy cried

"What's wrong? Where's the pain?"

Suddenly Ben ran up beside Grant, kneeling down.

"What's wrong Amy?"

"Ben…" Amy stuttered. Suddenly another wave of pain shot through her and she let out a loud moan.

"Ben, Go call 911" Grant ordered

"What? Why? Ben asked worried

"I think Amy is in labour" Grant stated. He sat beside Amy and clutched her close to him as Ben ran off to grab his phone. Soon a whole crowd of teachers gathered around Amy and Grant and Amy as she suffered through contractions.

"It's going to be okay Amy. You're going to be okay."

After what seemed like ages, an ambulance arrived. The pain was getting worst but all Amy seemed to care about was where Ricky was. Ben had tried calling him but his phone was off. By the time Amy was loaded into the ambulance, it was a quarter to 11. Grant rode with her in the ambulance holding her hand. He seemed to know exactly what was wrong thanks to his studying at Med camp. Amy wasn't in labour yet, but if the contractions at her stage continued, it wouldn't be long until she was.

When they got to the hospital, it was 11 am and no one had heard from Ricky. George was out of town, visiting Mimsy with Anne and Robbie. Grant stayed by Amy's side. He wanted to leave and try to find Ricky but she wouldn't let him. Once she was stabilized by nurses, a female doctor Amy didn't recognize walked into the room. She introduced herself as Dr. Montgomery. She had been contacted by Dr. Silvann to attend to Amy, judging that this was preterm labour and therefore was classified as a high risk.

Dr. Montgomery checked out Amy while Grant waited outside in the hall texting and calling almost everyone he knew trying to get a hold of Ricky. Amy had mentioned something about a test he had today but was cut off by another contraction. When Grant walked back into the room he heard the doctor explaining everything to Amy.

"We were able to stop the contractions with a dose of _ but we are now starting you on some magnesium."

"Do you know what triggered the early labour?" Amy asked nervously

"We figure it had a lot to do with some sex hormones, after all, intercourse does induce labour as well as you were simply over exhausted, doing too many things at once caused stress on the fetus." The doctor said professionally, she pointed to the sonogram she had set up next to Amy. "Of course, your baby is still tiny and to prevent the contractions from returning, we are putting you on bed rest until your full term"

"BUT that's three months. I cant! I have John and school and work!" Amy yelled. She couldn't believe what was happening

"Amy calm down, you and Ricky can figure it all out. I'm going to try calling him again. Do you remember the number of his school?"

"Call his mom. The number is in my cell. She should know" Amy said miserably, turning her face away from Grant so he wouldn't see her tears.

Ricky bounced his knee up and down. For some strange reason, he had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something was wrong, he could just feel it. Luckily he was more than halfway through the exam and was hoping he would get out early. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. A secretary Ricky recognized from the main office walked in and whispered something into the professor's ear. Then left in the same hurry she had entered.

"Umm class.." The professor coughed "Could I please see umm Ricky Underwood outside in the hall for a moment please?"

"Uh-oh" Ricky thought standing up and grabbing his things "Please don't have anything to do with Amy, please don't have anything to do with Amy"

"Hi Ricky" the professor said, closing the door behind him " I'm afraid your going to have to finish writing the test another day. It seems your girlfriend, Umm Amy, has been having contractions. She's at the hospital on- "

But the professor couldn't finish because Ricky was half way down the hall running for his life. Ricky jumped into his car and sped out of the parking lot leaving burned rubber scarring the pavement. Even without traffic, it would take Ricky almost 20 minutes to reach the hospital.

On his lunch, Ben was given the rest of the day off to go see Amy in the hospital. He had brought flowers hoping they would be an apology for all the shit he had put her through since graduation. When he entered her room, she was asleep. Grant sat on the chair next to her and looked up with a hopeful expression when Ben knocked on the door.

"Sorry, it's just me" Ben whispered apologetically "Still no sign of Ricky?"

"No. I spoke to his mom, umm Margaret and she said she would call the school to get Ricky out of class" Grant whispered back

Suddenly Amy woke up from her nap and squinted at the figure in her room.

"Ben,?"

"Hi Amy"

"Have you heard from Ricky?"

"No, but I'm here doesn't that count for something"

"No, Ben. I know you mean well, but I really need Ricky" Amy said starting to cry

"I know, and I'm sorry I'm not him. I'm going to leave and let you go back to sleep. Maybe Bunny knows how I can reach him. We'll find him don't worry"

Ben patted Grant on the back as he left to go find lunch. Grant sat down next to Amy and grabbed her hand. She gently pulled it away

"I'm trying here Amy. I know I'm not Ricky but you have me. He's coming and I think you should be grateful that today didn't turn out a lot worse"

"You don't get it Grant. This is my fault. I didn't take it easy or know when to say no to my desires. Ricky kept telling me to calm down and let him do things and now because I didn't listen, he is going to have to do everything!" Amy sputtered, starting to cry again. She let herself get lost in thought as she starred at the tiny image of her baby that still remained on the monitor.

Ricky was right outside the hospital when traffic slowed to a dead hault. He saw Ben walking on the side of the road and opened his door.

"BEN!"

"Ricky!" Ben screamed, running up to the car. "We've been looking everywhere for you. Amy went into labour, but she's okay now, we were able to stop the contractions."

"That's great. Ben?"

"Yea Ricky?"

"Park my car for me will you?" Ricky asked tossing Ben his keys and sprinting into the hospital parking lot. When Ricky got inside, he took the stairs because the visitor elevator was under repair. When he got to the fourth floor, he asked for Amy's room and was pointed down the hall. When he found the room, he slowly knocked on the door, shaking.

"RICKY!" Amy practically shouted when she saw him in the door

"AMY!" Ricky replied, rushing into her arms. He gave her and his baby the biggest hug and kissed her lips over and over again. He began to cry uncontrollably "I'm so sorry I wasn't there today. I'm sorry I didn't take better care of you and the baby. Are you okay? Is the baby okay?"

"We're fine. I'm too tired to explain it all. Grant was a real trooper, he helped through everything. He can explain it to you" Amy said quietly

Ricky motioned for Grant to meet him in the hall. Ricky closed the door and turned towards Grant, giving him a hug

"Thank you for everything today. I'm so sorry I wasn't there through all of this, but I'm really glad you were. How is she? What happened?"

"She's okay now. Basically the baby was so stressed, and the little event you two had this morning triggered early labour. Amy collapsed at school while we were in the library and I called 911. She was having contractions. They put her on meds to stop the contractions, but to make sure they don't return until she's full term, she's on bed rest as of today. Talk to her about the whole guilt and fault thing. She feels terrible and cried over being on bed rest. I think she feels she has too much on her plate to be allowed to take a rest."

"I'm so stupid for letting her do all those things even she wanted to. It wasn't her fault and I know she's busy but none of those things are important now. Just her recovery is. Thanks Grant, for everything. Without you, she never would have gotten through today."

"It was no problem. I sort of sprung into action without having to think about it"

"You'll make a good doctor. I owe you."

"Thanks, and just re pay me by making sure she stays out of trouble. I got to get going. Take care" Grant said, leaving the wing

Ricky walked back into the room with Amy and sat next to her in Grant's old seat. He held her hand and kissed her again.

"I love you Amy, I don't want you to blame yourself for today. You did nothing wrong. And I would rather have you missing out on bringing john to daycare each day then you causing harm to this baby, you two and John are all I care about right now okay?"

"I know, I just can't help but think we could of lost this little one today" She said, rubbing her stomach.

"But we didn't" Ricky replied back. Amy nodded her head understandingly. As Ricky began to talk about what had happened with his test and the professor, Amy's face changed. Ricky noticed her sudden change in positioning, but before he could ask what was wrong, Amy started to seize. Buzzers went off and beeping got louder as Amy's whole body seized and shook. Ricky clicked the nurse button and started screaming for help and he tried to hold Amy in a safe position as she shook violently, eyes rolling back into her head.

"HELP HELP. SOMEONE" Ricky screamed.

A bunch of nurses rushed into the room, they took away the pillows on the hospital bed and laid Amy down. A lady in a white lab coat Ricky didn't recognize, put an oxygen mask across her face and held her head. Ricky kept his hands placed on Amy's shoulders as she shook.

"What's happening?" Ricky screamed

"It is a reaction to the different types of medication" the doctor in the white coat replied calmly "We just wait for the seizure to pass."

"Who are you?" Ricky asked confused

"I'm an ob/gyn who specializes in high risk pregnancies. I'm Dr. Montgomery. Nice to meet you Ricky"

"Dr. Silvann mentioned you. Is Amy going to be okay?"

"Yes I believe so. Let's get her through this right now and then I'll give you both a full diagnosis"

A nurse near the end of Amy's bed, charting the baby's heart beat stated that the pulse was coming back to normal, as Amy slowly stopped shaking.

"It may take a short while for her to wake up. Call me when she does." Dr. Montgomery said, leaving the room.

About 20 minutes later, Amy woke up confused and tired. Ricky explained everything to Amy and went to call Dr. Montgomery. The doctor came in and checked Amy once more before concurring she was fine. Her contractions had passed and her body had adjusted to the doses. Amy was being kept for over night observation. By the time it was dark out, the floor had gone quiet. Ricky lied in bed with Amy, her head resting on his shoulders.

"I'm really glad today didn't turn out a lot worst Amy" Ricky whispered

"Me too. I was so scared without you. I'm just happy someone was here for me. Grant knew exactly what to do, I didn't"

"That wasn't your fault. Whatever you did, was perfect because you're here. Both of you are" Ricky reassured, placing his hand over Amy's stomach

"I was thinking, if we have another boy, we should name him Grant."

"I like that. Grant seems like a strong name, and I think the real Grant deserves to have a baby named after him after all he did for us today"

"I agree." Amy said, yawning.

"You know what else I think?"

"What?"

"I think we should get married. Now I know we are already engaged, but today was just such a visual reminder of how much I love you and care for you and want to be with you forever. I think we should have a small wedding before the baby is born. We have 12 weeks left. How about in a month?"

"I think that's a perfect idea. I don't care when or how we get married; I just want to be with you"

"Ditto" Ricky said, pulling Amy in for a kiss. That was all he was going to do at least until the baby was born. He was taking no risks or chances. His family was way too important to him. Amy fell asleep on Ricky's shoulder. He knew she was exhausted and didn't move. He tried falling asleep himself. For the first time, he was able to fall asleep without worry. His nightmare had come true and he had survived.

Everything was going to be okay.