Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Kali.

Author's Note: CARBY baby on the way! I need baby names! Send them in with your reviews!

"Kali hey!" Matt calls to me as I enter the bakery. I look up and see; Sandra, Keith, Toby, Jayne and Matt at a booth near the back. Sauntering over, I greet them.

"Hey stalkers, you followed me here," I grin

"Actually, we were here first," Sandra corrects me.

"Ah! So Keith knowing I come here everyday at lunch, doesn't have anything to do with you guys being here?" I laugh, sliding into a booth with Toby and Jayne.

"No way!" Keith proclaims.

We chat some more and I smile to myself. Shortly after I had isolated myself from Scott and that bunch, I had started working at the diner. Jayne also works there and we leaned on each when we were there, we were the youngest ones. So Jayne had introduced me to this crazy bunch and I'd been spending my free time with them ever since.

"How's Abby doing?" Toby asks, in his gentle voice that I love.

"She's good, fat and happy," I smile softly, thinking of my glowing, pregnant sister.

"So what does she want today?" Matt questions, sliding out of his seat.

"She's in a chocolate doughnut mood today," I laugh.

"Hey Eddy, a dozen chocolate doughnuts and a bottle of Coke please!" Matt calls to the baker. I quickly make my way to the counter where Matt is waiting for the order. Eddy places the stuff on the counter and I pull out my wallet.

"It's on me," Matt calmly tells me as he hands Eddy the money.

"Thank you, you didn't have to," I say sincerely.

"Kals, you working today?" Jayne shouts as I'm about to leave.

"Yeah, I'm on at four. You?" I call back, pausing at the door.

"Same, see you there!" she grins and turns back to the group as I leave

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2 MONTHS LATER

"Are you sure I should go? I could call Jayne and get her to cover for me," I say anxiously. Abby was now nine months pregnant and she was due next week. And on top of that, Carter had to work. The ER was severely understaffed and he couldn't get out of it.

"Yes, yes go to work. I'll be fine," Abby shoos me towards the door.

"Nope, I can't. In movies when people say that, it's never fine," I explain, grabbing the phone. I call Jayne, tell her the problem and she agrees with no problem. Then I call the diner and let them know about the change.

"Okay I'm going to change then, be right back," I tell Abby as I hang up the phone. In my room, I slide out of the knee-length black skirt, unbutton the light blue blouse and hang them back up in the closet. Sitting on my bed in just my bra and underwear, I let out a loud sigh. I pull on a white tank top and some pink dance pants (yummy spandex.) Grabbing my ballet slippers, I walk to the kitchen and pop a CD into the CD player. Bach starts streaming out of the speakers and I stretch lazily. My arms reach for the ceiling, then I fold neatly and touch my toes. Kicking a foot up straight, I push it against the wall so that I'm doing the splits while standing. Then I do the same for the other foot. Now I'm ready, a new song has come on and I start to dance, while Abby watches from the couch. A wry smile on her face and her hands on her stomach.

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"We need juice," I comment, as I rummage through the fridge. I've danced the CD twice and I'm thirsty and disgustingly sweaty.

"Well I'll go get some, I'm so bored of this place," Abby laughs, slowly getting off the couch and grabbing her purse.

"I'll come with you, just give me a sec to change," I rush towards my room.

"No it's okay. Stop babying me, I'll be back. Keep dancing little girl!" she yells and the door slams. I've just ripped my shirt off and I scramble to put it back on. She shouldn't be alone. I grab my keys as I bolt to the front door. Down the hall and down the stairs, but she's gone. Man, the preggie sister can move! I fly back to the apartment and start dancing again with all the adrenaline that's mounted inside me in the past two minutes.

As I start to relax there's banging on the door. Opening it, I find Toby, Matt and Keith carrying an unconscious Abby.

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"What have we got?" Susan Lewis questions boldly as the ambulance door opens.

The paramedics climb out and pull the gurney behind them, rattling off Abby's information. I crawl out of the ambulance behind them.

"Susan," I cry weakly, my knees buckling.

"Oh my gosh! Kali! What happened baby?" she catches me in her safe arms.

"I don't know!" I start to sob.

"Sam take her somewhere!" Susan orders, pushing me towards the pretty nurse and pulling Abby's gurney towards Trauma 2.

Sam takes my hand and leads me to the Doctor's Lounge, sits me on the couch and hands me some coffee.

"Shh, it's alright," she soothes, rubbing my back, then pulling me to her.

Soon my sobs cease and I'm left with a tear-streaked face. I pull away and sip my coffee.

"How old is this?" I sputter, placing the cup on the table.

"You don't wanna know," she laughs slightly before getting serious, "Kali what happened?"

"I don't know, she went to the corner store for some juice. And then passed out there. My friends were there and they carried her home," I explain, commanding myself not to cry.

"Okay, sit tight I'll be right back," she tenderly pushes the looses stands of hair from my bun, behind my ears and leaves.

I get up, twirl the combination to Abby's locker and look in the mirror. My eyes are watery and a bit swollen, my face is blotchy and the front of my hair has come out of the dancer's bun I'd secured it in. Not caring about my looks anymore, I shut the locker (which is filled of pictures of me,) and go back to the couch.

"Kali come on!" John cries excitedly as he bursts through the door.

"What is it? Is she okay? John I'm so sorry," words spill out of my mouth as we run down the hall.

As I enter the room, Sam gowns me up and I see Abby arched up and crying out.

"She's in labour Kali, it's okay," Susan calls from her position between Abby's legs. How lovely.

I go up to Abby and smile brightly, she squee

zes my hand, "Hey sweetie, glad you're not missing the show," she gestures to the busy room. Along with Carter and I, Sam, Susan, Neela, Chuny and Ray are also in here.

Another contraction hits and Abby arches up, a death grip on my hand and John's.

"Push Abby!" Susan calls. Abby screams in reply. Oh boy, this is gonna be long.