something was wrong, she could feel it. Something was going horribly wrong. Clark looked at her and suddenly sped out the door. Using his super speed he hurried as fast as he could.

"DAD!" He cried as he ran all the way to the far pasture.

"Clark, what on earth are you...what's wrong son?" Jonathan saw the distress on his son's face instantly.

"It's mom! She says something's wrong with the baby!" Jonathan looked at the boy. He hurried to his truck, Clark following.

"Did she say what?" Jonathan asked as he turned the engine over and raced towards home, suddenly wishing the car went faster.

"No, she just told me to come get you, dad..."

"She'll be fine Clark," Jonathan didn't know who he was trying to convince. It took fifteen minutes before Jonathan stopped the car and ran out the truck, he yelled for Clark to stay in the truck.

"Martha?" Jonathan called, Martha was sitting on the floor, against a cabinet holding her stomach, she looked like she was in horrible pain.

"Jonathan, the baby," he nodded and helped her up.

"We're taking you to the hospital," he stated. He helped her out to the door, "Clark go inside, stay there. Make sure your brothers and sister get home. We'll call you from the hospital," Clark looked pale and distraught as Jonathan helped Martha into the truck. Jonathan knelt down in front of the terrified preteen and sighed.

"Dad..."

"Clark, I'm counting on you, I need you to do this for me okay," Clark only nodded and watched as his father sped away with his mother.

Jonathan was vaguely aware of arriving at the hospital, his wife was whisked away into an emergency delivery room, Amy was called, and Jonathan was left alone in the waiting room, wondering what was wrong with his wife and child.

He had scared Clark, probably scarred the boy for life. He had just watched his mother rushed to the emergency room. Then again, Jonathan thanked God Clark hadn't been around for Martha's first two miscarriages. He would never forget the sight of his beautiful wife turning ashen white and bleeding.

"Jonathan," he jumped at Amy's voice, he looked up and forced a smile. She came over and sat down beside him.

"How long have I been sitting here?" He asked quietly.

"About an hour, Martha had what's called Placenta abruptio, which basically means the placenta, or the part that feeds and gives the baby oxygen separated from the uterus. It was a complete separation, which means we need to go in and get the baby out, now, Martha is nearly seven months along, so there is a chance the baby will survive, if we do a c-section as soon as possible. I realize this is very scary Jonathan, this is very similar to a miscarriage, the only difference is this little baby could survive, and that's what I need you to really focus on okay," Jonathan nodded slowly.

"You're welcome to remain out here or come and be with your wife during the procedure," Jonathan nodded again.

"I'd like to be with my wife," it was Amy's turn to nod.

"Good, come with me and we'll get you ready.

Moments later Jonathan was scrubbed up standing beside his wife, two doctors, besides Amy and two nurses were in the room as well. Martha looked up at Jonathan.

"Is the baby going to be all right?" asked Martha.

"I'm sure it'll be fine honey," Jonathan whispered. Praying God wouldn't make a liar out of him.

"Okay, Martha we've given you something, so you won't feel anything," Amy explained. Martha nodded, as Jonathan gripped her hand. Jonathan didn't watch the procedure, he just watched his wife's face.

"I'm scared Jon," she cried.

"Don't be honey, I'm here," he whispered. She nodded, she felt his love, and gripped his hand.

It only took about ten minutes, but what worried Jonathan was they never heard the cry from the baby.

"What's wrong, why isn't she crying?" Jonathan asked.

"We're taking her to the NNICU, Martha, you're going to be moved to a room, as soon as your stitches are finished," Amy stated.

"What's wrong with my baby?" Martha asked looking up.