Three months later...

Bosco sat next to Becca's bedside, holding her hand, trying to figure out what went wrong. One minute, she and Monroe went into the building to secure it and the next it collapsed on them. Witnessing the building crumble in front of his eyes, falling on the love of his live, kept playing in his head over and over again. Nobody knew the state of the building. He could hear his voice screaming out for her echo in his head, over and over again. Becca lay nearly lifeless on the hospital bed. He was praying for a miracle. She had to protect Monroe over herself, she was always thinking about others.

"Mr. Boscorelli?" A voice asked from behind him.

"Yeah?" He didn't even turn around to acknowledge anyone.

"My name is Dr. Hollard, I'm the one overlooking Rebecca."

Bosco stood up. "How is she doing?"

"She's still the same. We won't know if she has any brain damage until she comes out of the coma. So far our scans show nothing, but like I said, we can't know for sure until she regains consciousness." The doctor informed Bos.

"What about the baby?" He tried his best to hold back tears.

"She's only two weeks pregnant and that's the only thing that wasn't injured. Your baby is perfectly fine. As long as Rebecca is breathing and functioning properly, so will your child." The doctor paused. "I'll let you know as soon as anything changes." Bosco nodded before the doctor could leave.

Maurice looked affright. He hadn't been home, hadn't changed. He was still wearing his uniform, still dust covered from trying to dig Becca out of the rubble. He thought about using the shower in the hospital room bathroom, but didn't want to leave her side. He wanted to be there next to her when she woke up.

"Mo?" A voice called out from the door. Bosco turned around to see his mother Rose standing in the doorway. "How is she?"

"Nothing's changed." He sighed.

"Neither have you." Rose said trying to let a smile through, but failed as she could see her son's heart breaking. "I went to your place and brought some clothes. You also need a shower. I can sit here with Becca while you do that."

"No ma. I'm not leaving. I want to be beside her." He was trying his damnedest to hold back the tears.

"I know you do, but you also need to relax. If anything happens or changes I'll come and get you." Rose handed Bosco his clothes. "When you get out, I'll go get us something to eat."

He rose from the chair. "Thanks ma."

"No problem sweetheart." The smile finally came through. Her heart broke to know how scared he was. She knew that her son loved Rebecca very much. And Rose adored her as well.

The hot water pounded down on Bosco. It felt so good, but he couldn't stop from thinking about Becca. The day he found out she was pregnant kept playing in his mind.

"Hey Bec!" He shouted as he was walking to the bathroom. "I think my watch is in there!" He opened up the door to see her standing in front of the sink holding something in her hand. A look of shock was clearly plastered on her face. "Becca, what's wrong?" He took another step forward, this time he could see what was in her hand. "Is that what I think it is?" Becca nodded and handed him the thin stick. He looked down and spied the two small horizontal pink lines. "You're pregnant?" She looked up, smiled and nodded. "I'm going to be a father?" She nodded once again. "I promise I'll be a better father than mine ever was."

"I know you will be." She smiled.

Bosco pulled her closer. "Nothing can take me off this high. Nothing."