So the Kirsten car accident thing? Was it in the previews? Cause I hadn't seen any previews for the second episode tonight, and just have to say that I totally called it. Like from the beginning of the show, and my boyfriend claims that it doesn't count because I said, "I bet they do something crazy like have her crash her car while drinking and driving." His claim is that I never actually said that was actually what they were going to do, and so it doesn't count as calling it. I told him that he was being a stupid boy, and of course it counts. But anyway, I'm rambling, I just had to plead my case. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Please review (and let me know if you think I am right...I need back up).

Disclaimer: Oh right, so the characters are not mine.

When Sandy stepped back into his house with Kirsten's overnight bag in one hand, and the other hand wrapped around his wife's waist guiding her gently in, he was amazed that the house could feel so different and look exactly the same as when he left it. Hailey was on the other side of Kirsten, holding her other hand, and they led her up to her bedroom.

"This is unnecessary," Kirsten argued. "He didn't say bed rest. He just said to be careful. Cut on the stress, and try to rest a little more."

"Hey, I don't care," Hailey spoke up first. "You aren't to move until I tell you that you are allowed. A couple more days of rest can only help you right?" Kirsten knew better than to argue, and just let herself be tucked into bed.

"Do you need anything?" Seth spoke up. He and Ryan had been following his parents and aunt close behind as they took Kirsten upstairs. "A glass of water? A book? Some CD's perhaps? Or we can move a television in here and bring your favorite movies?"

"That would be nice," Kirsten said nodding, not really caring whether or not they brought a television in her bedroom, but she knew that it would make both Ryan and Seth feel like they were doing something, anything, to help her and she wanted to give them that at least. They scurried out of the bedroom, and a few minutes later their argument about what her favorite movie was drifted up the stairs, and she smiled slightly. Sandy stood back, watching as Hailey got her settled in, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, where he was supposed to go. He hated that feeling. He had never felt like that before, especially never when it concerned Kirsten.

"I'll go get you some juice," Hailey said and she closed the door lightly behind her as she left.

"How are you feeling?" Sandy asked.

"You just asked me that like four and half minutes ago, and four and a half minutes before that," Kirsten said giving him a smile. "I'm feeling better."

"Good," Sandy nodded and looked around the room. It was his bedroom, and yet, he didn't feel like he belonged in it. She hadn't taken any of their photos down. The only one missing was the one that he had taken with him to the motel. He would have to bring it back. Put it in its rightful spot.

"Sandy, you can come closer than that," Kirsten said softly. "We need to talk about things anyway."

"Are you sure you want to talk now? I don't want to upset you anymore, maybe we could just wait until tomorrow?"

"I'm sure," Kirsten said. "We need to figure this out. We need to lay some groundwork for this new…phase of our relationship." Phase. That was a nice way to put it, Sandy thought. What it really was Sandy trying desperately to fix their relationship so that he didn't lose his wife and baby. Taking it slow. He and Kirsten had never taken it slow. Their entire relationship had been on the fast track since the first day that they met. They got married after three months, and Kirsten got pregnant with Seth a month after their wedding. They had been young, and in love, and not willing to waste any time. That had set the precedent and from that point on there was no slowing down.

Not until that past summer at least.

Sandy wasn't stupid enough to know that he and Kirsten had been drifting apart since the summer they had spent together. Alone. With no Seth or Ryan. They had changed. He had changed, and she had certainly changed. And he hadn't wanted to admit it, but they had never fixed what had been wrong that summer. He meant to make time to sit down and talk about it, but one thing happened after another and they had moved on, and almost forgotten about their problems over the summer.

And then Rebecca came along. And their slowly unraveling relationship seemed to speed up and start falling apart faster then they could put it back together.

"Well, slow. You want to take it slow. But what exactly does that mean?" Sandy asked. Kirsten paused, and twisted her wedding ring around her finger.

"I mean…obviously you are going to move back into the house," Kirsten said.

"Back into our bedroom, or a guest room? Because whatever you want is okay," Sandy told her.

"Our bedroom." Sandy was surprised that she wanted him back in their bedroom. The house, yes, but their bedroom? He thought that he would have to work his way to that. As if she could sense his surprise, though he tried to hide it, she quickly added, "I miss you. I miss having you here."

"I miss you. I miss you so much," Sandy said grabbing her and holding her tightly to him. He took a deep breath and breathed in the scent of her hair. He couldn't believe that he had risked this.

Slowly, Kirsten pulled away and took his hand.

"It's going to take some time," she reminded him. "I mean…I can't forgive and forget. That's not me, you know that's not me. But I'm going to try to forgive…" She was interrupted by saying anything else by the door opening and Seth and Ryan carrying in a television and a stack of movies.

"Hey, where should we put it?" Ryan asked. Sandy jumped off the bed and cleared off a spot on the top of his dresser.

"We brought you all your favorite movies, plus a few that I believe that you need to watch," Seth said handing his mother the stack of movies. "Because seriously Mom, When Harry Met Sally? An Affair to Remember? Casablanca? Could you be any more of a romantic girl?" Kirsten laughed and shook her head.

"No I guess not," she told him. "Why don't you pick a movie and we can all watch it?"

"Sure," Ryan said shrugging and flipping through the stack. "How about this one?" He held up a movie, and Seth shook his head vehemently and grabbed the stack.

"No dude, she'll cry at the end of that one," Seth said. "Trust me, every time, she cries." He walked over to the television and finished setting it up and put a movie in. Sandy sat down next to Kirsten, and Ryan pulled up a chair and placed his feet on the bed. Hailey came back with Kirsten's juice, and despite an invitation to join them, left to meet some friends. Seth threw himself on the bottom of the bed, and stretched out.

"Prepare to be amazed," he told his parents and brother.

As the movie progressed, Sandy looked to his left to find that his wife was fast asleep. Ryan was dozing off himself, and Seth had switched positions and was the only one still watching the movie attentively. There was no way to describe how much he would have missed this. Just simply being with his family.

Placing a hand on Kirsten's stomach, he smiled slightly and felt his own eyes droop. It had been a long few days, and he was just happy to be home.

When Sandy woke up again, Ryan and Seth had left the bedroom, and Kirsten was still fast asleep next to him. He climbed out of the bed and headed downstairs. Ryan and Seth had ordered pizza and were eating and laughing when he walked in.

"Hey Dad," Seth said. Seth hadn't forgiven him yet, and while he wasn't exactly being cold to him, he wasn't exactly being very warm either.

"Hey kid," Sandy said. "Can I steal a piece? I'm starving."

"Sure," Ryan answered. "Should we take a piece up to Kirsten?"

"She's fast asleep," Sandy said. "We'll just save her a piece and take it up later." Ryan and Seth nodded, and the three fell into an uncomfortable silence, something that Ryan could honestly say had never happened when he was in the company of Seth and Sandy. The two could usually banter about everything and nothing for hours on end.

"Is she going back to work?" Ryan finally spoke up, trying to fill up the awkward silence.

"Probably, but Caleb is going to cut back on the amount of work that he normally gives her," Sandy said. "She's not going to have to be bed-ridden, she just has to take it easy and try to remain as stress free as possible."

"That's going to be awfully hard considering," Seth said, then as if he remembered who he was talking to, snapped his head and his eye widened.

"I'm sorry," Sandy said. He had apologized to Kirsten a thousand times, and he had apologized to the boys, but he didn't think that he could ever say those words enough times to make up for what he did. "For everything." Neither Ryan nor Seth responded to the apology. And another awkward silence fell over top of them.

"Should one of us go check on her?" Seth asked.

"I'll go," Ryan replied jumping off the stool and grabbing a plate and placing a piece of pizza. "I'll see if she's awake and hungry." Seth wished he had been a little faster. He had suggested it with the entire point of being able to leave the kitchen and not have to talk to his father anymore. It killed him because he had always looked up to his father. His father had been his hero ever since he was little. The one who always came in and saved the day. Always.

Seth didn't know if he was hurt more by what his father did, or by the fact that his father wasn't who he wanted him to be. Who Seth thought he was. Sandy Cohen was human and he made mistakes. It was a frightening fact for Seth to swallow.

"While your mother is sleeping, I'm going to run to the motel and pick up my things," Sandy broke the silence.

"You're moving back in?" Seth asked.

"Yes."

"Was that your idea or Mom's?"

"Your mother's."

"Oh." Seth turned his attention back to his slice of pizza. "Okay." Sandy stood there for another moment, before grabbing his car keys and leaving the house. He hated that his son wouldn't talk to him anymore. He hated what happened and wished more than anything else that he could take it back. He would take it back in a heartbeat if he could.

Sandy pulled up to the motel and packed up his things quickly. He wanted to get back to the house, back to Kirsten, as quickly as possible. If he had his way, he would never actually let her out of his sights ever again. And he was going to make sure that she took it easy. That she took care of herself, and the baby.

A baby. God, he would owe that baby everything. He still wasn't sure if Kirsten would have taken him back if it weren't for the baby, but he knew that the baby certainly pushed her to make a quick decision.

Sandy hoped that it was going to be a girl. A little girl with Kirsten's blonde hair, and her smile, and her eyes. A little girl who looked exactly like his beautiful wife. That was what he wanted. Not that he wouldn't love the baby if it was another boy, but he wanted a girl.

When he arrived back home, Ryan and Seth were no where to be seen, and Kirsten was still sleeping. He placed the bag down by his dresser, vowing to unpack later. But all he wanted right then was to hold Kirsten in his arms again. And so he changed into a pair of sweatpants a t-shirt and crawled in next to his wife, and held her as tightly as he could.

Okay, so please review and let me know if you still are interested in it. I can't freaking wait until the next episode, and then the season finale is on my birthday! It's like the best birthday present ever. Okay, I'm done. Please review!