Adam slammed his car door shut after climbing inside. It was seven now, and he had jut finished teaching his last private lesson, a beginner who had no idea what "rushing" meant. He pulled the car out of the school parking lot and pointed it towards home, where his now four month pregnant fiancée was probably working on her homework. Ah, Andy… so amazing…and to think, there would be TWO little monsters running around the world in four more months. He laughed as he remembered the shock that had hit him when he first heard the doctor say that.

He stopped at a Seven Eleven and picked up a dozen red roses, just because, and started driving home. The sky was grey and flat, and it looked like it was going to break loose with snow any time now, characteristic for the beginning of March. He parked in his spot at his apartment complex, studying the roses as he climbed out of the car and began walking to his apartment.

They were full bodied at the base, tapering a little as they neared the top, like they were trying to simulate the look of a woman with child. Both their velvet petals and their gentle but passionate scent reminded him of Andy. They were her perfect flower except for the color. If she were a flower she'd be…

Yellow, he decided as he opened up the door, yellow, the color of sunshine, not red, which was the color of anger, of...

Blood! Why was there blood! And so much of it!

"ANDY!" Adam dropped the flowers as he rushed towards his fiancée, who was lying in a pool of blood. He put his fingers against her wrist, checking for a pulse. It was there, but it was fainter then the strong heartbeat he knew. He whispered, "Hold on…hold on…" as he stumbled towards the phone.

"Hello? My fiancée, she's laying in a pool of blood, there's so much…no, I just got home. Yes, she's alive, but…please, send someone quick, there's just so much blood, and…and she's pregnant. Please hurry." He let out a dry sob and lurched towards Andy again. He reached down for her hand and held it tight. He talked to her, even though she was unconscious, trying to bring her back to him.

"Sir, please stand aside"

The paramedics examined her casually, but carefully, and talked quietly amongst themselves as they placed her on a gurney. Outside, the first flakes of snow had started drifting down, landing onto Andy's closed lashes, making her seem almost angelic in her unnatural sleep. Then one medic with a kind face turned to a forlorn Adam, who had followed them out the door after picking up the slightly bruised roses.

"She'll be just fine. She's lost a lot of blood due to the stab wounds, but nothing fatal was hit in the process. And the baby will be…fine. You coming in the ambulance?"

"Of course" Adam climbed in the back after the kind paramedic and reached to grasp Andy's hand again. Unexpectedly, Andy's eyes fluttered open for a few seconds, taking in her surroundings. Her voice was faint.

"Adam, are the babies okay?"

"The babies are fine. What I'm really worried about right now is you. What happened?"

"Johnny …he…came in with a knife. I guess he followed me home from school…or something."

"Johnny?"

"My…ex…"

"That bastard!"

"Adam, I'm…I'm going back…to sleep now…"

"Oh, yeah…do that." Adam turned, preoccupied to the medic in charge of Andy's IV. "Sir? How would you go about filing a police report?"