Okay, so um, no fluff in this chapter. But I did do a little research for you guys. Which is amazing, because I'm possibly the laziest person ever when it comes to going that extra mile. So this weekend I got to see Ben Lee for free (haha, that rhymes). It was two of my favorite things, Ben Lee, and free things combined, and that's awesome. Also, as like the cherry on top, after Ben Lee performed, Aimee Mann did, and my boyfriend bought me chocolate covered strawberries, and we split a funnel cake, two more of my favorite things! It was such a good night. Anyway, please review and let me know what you thought. Thanks!

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine.

Now I fear I may taste

These tears running down my face

And realize something is wrong"- Phantom Planet

Kirsten stood in the bathroom, and watched as the blood dripped onto the white tiles.

"No," she whispered out loud. "No, no, no. No." She opened the bathroom door and called out for her husband. He reached over for the lamp next to their bed and flicked it on. Kirsten was standing in the bathroom doorway, one hand gripping the doorway and the other resting on her stomach.

"Kirsten? Are you okay? What's the matter?"

"I'm bleeding," she said and the tears started to fall down her face as soon as the words were out.

"What?" Sandy was trying to get his sleep-deprived brain to register what she was saying. She couldn't be bleeding. The baby couldn't be in trouble. No. She was at the end of her eighth month and everything was going so well. No. This could not be happening. Kirsten just nodded and closed her eyes. Sandy didn't hesitate before leaping out of bed. "We need to get you to the hospital." He ran into the closet and grabbed a bag and began to toss items that they might need into it. He threw on a change of clothes, as he grabbed a sweater for Kirsten. He began to mentally make a list of all the things that they would need to do. Let the boys know, call Caleb, call Hailey, call his mother…he hurried to where she was standing and wrapped an arm around waist. As they passed, he looked over at the bed where there was a blood stain.

"It's going to be okay," he said softly as they made their way down the stairs. "Everything's going to be okay."

"How do you know that? This is bad, Sandy," Kirsten said tearfully. "And the baby…it's too soon for her to be delivered."

"It's going to be okay," Sandy repeated, not knowing what else to say. He managed to get the door unlocked and opened and led her to the car and helped her in the passenger seat.

"The boys," Kirsten said as they were pulling out of the driveway. "We need to tell the boys so they don't panic when they wake up and we're gone."

"We'll call them when we know what's going on," Sandy promised her reaching out and grabbing her hand as he sped towards the hospital. His mind was racing as he pulled into the parking lot and threw it in park, and jumped out of the car and ran to her side, offering her a hand to step out.

"No," she kept whispering. "This can't be happening. This can't be happening."

The ringing phone woke up Ryan who rolled over to grab it from the table next to his bed.

"'Lo?" He said sleepily. Sandy's voice on the other end, quiet and terrified, woke him up immediately.

"Ryan?"

"Sandy? Where are you? What's the matter?"

"I had to take Kirsten to the hospital. She was bleeding…and she began to have contractions…"

"Isn't it too early? She's not due for another month," Ryan said trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "Why was she bleeding? What's the matter?"

"It's called placental abruption." Sandy rubbed a hand over his face, closing his eyes and seeing Kirsten's terrified face as the doctor told her that they would have to deliver the baby immediately, or else both she and the baby could be in danger. "I don't know…they couldn't stop the bleeding or the contractions. They have to do a c-section."

"Are they going to be okay?" Ryan asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is Kirsten going to be okay? Is the baby going to be okay?"

"Of course," Sandy assured him, but both he and Ryan knew that he didn't know that for sure, and he was trying to convince himself of that as well. They had to be okay, his girls. They were strong. Emily was her mother's daughter, and she would be okay.

"Can we come down?"

"They're getting her prepped right now, why don't you and Seth just get a few more hours of sleep and then come down?" Sandy suggested. But he also wanted them at the hospital, just in case…no, he couldn't think like that. He shook the thought of anything happening to either Kirsten or the baby out of his head.

"I want to be there," Ryan said vehemently.

"Then okay, could you wake up Seth and tell him for me?"

"Sure…could you tell Kirsten something for me?"

"What's that kid?"

"Could you tell her that I love her, and that I know that everything is going to be okay?"

"I will. I better go back. I'll see you guys when you get down here." Ryan hung up and sighed, pulling himself out of the bed and throwing on a pair of jeans and grabbing a sweatshirt from the pile of clean clothes that Rosa had just placed in his room, not yet put away. He crossed the yard and opened up the door to the main house and headed up to Seth's room.

"Seth?" He called out stepping inside Seth's dark room. Seth was sprawled out on his back, arms and legs in every direction, his covers in a ball by his feet. "Seth?" Ryan asked again this time a little louder. "Seth wake up!" Seth stirred, and his eyes fluttered open.

"Ryan? What the hell?"

"Your mom... Sandy just called; he took her to the hospital. They have to do a c-section."

"But she's not due for another month! Why are they doing a c-section?" Seth cried sitting up. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and reached for a pair of pants.

"She was bleeding, and they couldn't stop it or the contractions, Sandy didn't really give me all the details. Hurry up and get dressed, I'll be downstairs waiting for you," Ryan said as he left Seth's room and went back to the kitchen. When Seth emerged a couple of minutes later, Ryan was making a pot of coffee for the road.

"I'm going to call Summer," Seth announced heading towards the phone. He knew that he ran the risk of being killed for waking Summer up, but he needed to hear her voice, he needed for her to tell him, in that very Summeresque way of hers that left no room for any argument, that he was being an idiot for worrying and that his mother and baby sister would be just fine.

"Seth? What the hell is the matter with you? Why are you waking me up?" Summer answered on the third ring, and Seth stood there, hopping from foot to foot, not knowing what to do with himself.

"My dad had to take my mom to the hospital. Something's wrong with her and the baby, and they have to do a c-section. I need to know that they are going to be okay," Seth said in one very long breath. Summer didn't reply sarcastically that how would she know, she wasn't a doctor, but instead took a deep breath and reassured Seth.

"They're going to be okay," she told Seth. "Are you and Ryan going down to the hospital?"

"Yes."

"I'll meet you there okay?"

"Okay," Seth paused. "Thank you."

"No problem," Summer said. "Oh and Cohen?"

"Yes?"

"Let Ryan drive."

Seth and Ryan hurried into the maternity ward waiting room and asked the nurse where their parents were. She informed them that they were getting ready to take Kirsten to the OR, and they could have a seat and wait for their father to come out and give them any news.

"This sucks," Seth muttered as he and Ryan took a seat. "I want to know what's going on."

"I'm sure that Sandy will come out and let us know what is happening when he can," Ryan replied. Just as the words had come out of his mouth, Sandy appeared in the waiting room. He spotted his sons and hurried over to them.

"Hey guys, I just wanted to see if you were here before they took her up." Sandy looked as if he had aged ten years in the past hour or so.

"How's Mom?" Seth asked.

"Hanging in there," Sandy said and he leaned forward to pull Seth in for a hug, and he prayed that Seth wouldn't pull away, and he was extremely grateful when he didn't. After he let go of Seth, he gave Ryan a hug, and then he pulled away and looked at both of his boys. "I'm just so grateful that she wants me here with her…I just…I'm sorry."

"I know, and it's okay. Well, it's not okay, you shouldn't have done what you did, but you know, it's not…I mean it's time to…let go, I think," it was the few times that Seth had replied to one of Sandy's numerous apologies. Most of the time Seth just completely ignored him. Pretended as if Sandy hadn't even spoken at all. Sandy felt tears rush to his eyes and had to close his eyes to stop them from falling.

"Thank you," he said softly. "I better go, time is of the essence."

"They're going to be okay, right Dad?" Seth was looking at Sandy in a way that he hadn't looked at his father in months. Like everything would be okay, because Sandy said so. Like he could fix the world. And Sandy wanted to assure Seth that was true, but he didn't have that answer.

"They have to be okay," was Sandy's reply, and he turned and hurried back to his wife.

"Cohen women are strong," Seth said softly as soon as Sandy left. "Much stronger than the Cohen men, although we don't like to admit it. They'll be okay. They have to be okay."

"Yeah," Ryan agreed. "They're strong. Everything's going to be just fine."

"We should call my grandfather. And my Aunt Hailey. I'm sure Dad hasn't yet, and they should know what's happening," Seth said after a moment of silence.

"Well, you can take care of that," Ryan told him clapping him on the back. He was not having the greatest night ever, and talking to Caleb would certainly just make it worse. He sat down in the uncomfortable chair. He sighed and leaned his head against the wall as Seth got up to go make the calls.

"Chino? What's happening? How's Kirsten?" Summer's voice made him open his eyes as she skidded to a halt a few feet in front of him. "Where's Cohen?"

"Seth went to go call his grandfather. They took her up to have the c-section. Sandy looks worried." That was an understatement. Sandy looked terrified.

"She's going to be okay," Summer told him. "They're both going to be okay." Ryan nodded, but didn't say anything. Everyone kept saying that, but no one really knew. Something could happen. They could lose them both. Ryan shivered at the thought of losing Kirsten and tried desperately to silently convince himself that could never happen. They needed her.

Seth reappeared in the waiting room and smiled weakly at his girlfriend.

"Hey Sum," he said and she immediately stood up and wrapped her arms around him.

"Hey Cohen," she said softly. They broke apart and sat down next to Ryan.

"I called my grandfather and he's on his way, and Aunt Hailey was going to try to get on the next flight out of Japan, but of course it's like a billion hour flight, so she won't be here for awhile. And the Nana is going to try to book a flight out too." He sighed and ran a hand through his unruly hair. Summer didn't say anything, she just reached over and placed her hand over his.

They sat there silently until they saw Caleb and Julie, with Marissa trailing slightly behind, burst through the doors and over to where they were sitting.

"Any news?" Caleb asked. Seth shook his head.

"Not since I talked to you," he said. Caleb slumped down in a chair, and Seth was stuck by how old his grandfather was. Marissa took the seat next to Ryan, and Julie took to pacing back and forth across the waiting room. Ryan shifted in his seat as Marissa took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I'm going to go get coffee, does anyone need anything?" Julie asked after a few minutes. "I need to do something, I need to feel useful somehow."

"I'd like a coffee," Caleb said. "I'll come with you." The adults left, and just the four kids, huddled together on the uncomfortable chairs remained. They all shifted trying to get as comfortable as they could.

They were in for a long night.

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