Andy let herself into her house. It was storming out, and she was sopping wet. She had almost decided to stay on base that night, but Daniel wasn't supposed to return until the next day, and she had some stuff she wanted to get unpacked. It was mid March, and her baby would be coming in the beginning of April. She shut and locked the door, and flipped through the mail.

Daniel seemed to be looking forward to it, almost as much as she was. It was nice having someone to go through everything with. He really wanted to be there. He was always trying to take care of her.

Her father had called her earlier to tell her that her mother knew about the baby. She tried to imagine the implications of that. Andy's mother had been an abusive woman, who had abandoned her family when Andy was quite young. Her father had met Rita shortly after, and she had been a good mother to Andy. The last time that she had seen her biological mother had been two and a half years ago. The woman had come to see her to ask Andy to write a prescription for Vicodin for her. Andy had shown her the door, and hadn't thought about it again.

Andy went to take her cell phone out of her purse, and realized she had left it at work. She sighed, it seemed like her mind was diminishing, as her size increased. She smiled remembering how she had caught Daniel grinning as she waddled down the hall earlier in the week.

Her cordless phone rang, so she grabbed it as she headed for the living room.

"Hello?"

"Andy, is that you? Oh thank God!"

"Alan, is everything ok? You sound horrible." she smiled into the phone.

"I tried your cell, I tried the base, I couldn't get a hold of you." The man sounded close to tears.

"I left my cell at work, I'm sorry. I had some stuff to do before Daniel gets home tomorrow." Andy had walked further into the house, and frowned to see her back door ajar.

"Andy, you have to listen to me. They found Theresa's body. She was beaten to death. Josh isn't anywhere to be found, neither is Theresa's car. You have to get back to the base."

"Oh god Alan," she whispered as the living room light turned on behind her. She turned slowly, just catching the fist smashing into the side of her head. She fell to the floor, dropping the phone. The coppery taste of blood ran in her mouth. She could hear Alan screaming her name, and saw as the phone was picked up, and turned off. Looking up, she was staring into her ex husbands face.

"Hello there Andrea."

"Joshua, what are you doing here?" she asked, terror running through her blood. He picked her up by the shoulders, and flung her onto the couch.

"You look great Andrea, having our baby really suits you." there was something off in the way he was talking to her. "Why, I was just telling Theresa the other day, it was time for me to come see my wife, and our baby."

"Josh, we aren't married anymore." He flew at her screaming.

"Don't you ever say that again!" he yelled, spittle falling into her face. "That stupid little bitch tried to tell me the same thing. I showed her how wrong she was." Joshua started pacing muttering to himself. Andy sat holding her belly protectively, trying to remain calm.

"Josh, where is Theresa?" she asked quietly.

"Oh, she's sleeping. We fought, and I told her she had to go to sleep, until she could see how wrong she was." Josh pulled out a pill bottle, and took several pills out of it. He swallowed them dry. He took a deep breath. "Who's Daniel, Andrea?"

"He's my friend." she whispered.

"Are you fucking him?"

"No."

Before she could move, he swooped in on her, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her from the couch. She scrambled to keep up with him as he pulled her into her bedroom, and threw her against the bed. Andy felt a sharp pain in her belly, and cried out.

"Stop screaming!" he yelled going crazy, "Stop! I can't think with all the screaming and crying."

Andy tried to quiet her cries. She could only pray that Alan had called the base, or the police. That's when she remembered the alarm system. When they had put it in, they had installed two silent alarms in her bedroom. One by the door, on the keypad, and one hidden right at the edge of her headboard. That way if she went into labor, and she was alone, she didn't have to try to crawl to the door.

Andy slowly pulled herself onto the bed. Josh looked at her quickly. "I'm just going to lay down, Josh. The baby is kicking hard, I'm just going to lay down. I swear." He didn't move as she pulled herself up, and onto her pillow. As slowly as possible, she moved her hand to press the button. He had turned away from her, lighting a cigarette, he didn't even notice.

Josh started pacing and muttering to himself again. They stayed that way for over half an hour. Andy was feeling pains run through her abdomen, and knew it wasn't a good sign.

"Josh, I think the baby is coming. I need to get to a doctor." she tried telling him softly.

"You are a doctor Andrea. You're fine. My son is fine." he babbled at her smiling the whole time.

"No, Josh, it isn't fine. I can't help myself with this."

"I can help you breathe. I watched a movie you know? Who was going to be your coach?" he asked, frowning slightly looking confused. Then anger filled his face. "Was it Daniel?"

"No, Josh, my friend Samantha was helping me." she tried lying.

"You're lying, you are fucking him." he screamed. Then stilled as he heard sirens in the distance. "Did you do that? Did you?" he jumped on the bed coming after her.

Andy cried out as he straddled her below her belly. He hit her in the face, once, twice, and a third time, then grabbed her shoulders. The pains were radiating throughout her belly now, and she felt wet oozing on her thighs.

"You don't get it Andrea. You and the baby are mine. If you aren't going to be with me, you sure as hell aren't going to be with someone else." His painful grip eased as he moved his hands from her shoulders to her neck. He started squeezing.

Andy tried to struggle, thinking only of saving her baby. She was feeling lightheaded, her throat burning, her body begging for air.

Something burst through the door, and she heard three loud pops. Andy felt a wet spray across her face, and Josh's hands went limp. His body slumped on top of her, and she started screaming. Suddenly, his body was moved, and she was staring up into dark blue eyes. She started sobbing, as Daniel picked her up.

"The baby," she moaned, "my baby is dying."

"No he isn't," Daniel whispered, "I won't let that happen Andy." He and the medics helped her to the stretcher.