The rest of the weekend remained oddly quiet. It was almost eerie. Jack monitored Ty and Amy from a cautious distance as they resided in the same space without so much as passing each other a loathing glance. Ty came back into the house that night to help with dinner. He and Amy worked side by side without argument. They didn't really speak to each other, but they weren't fighting. Jack wasn't yet sure which was worse. To be honest, he was waiting for the bubble to burst and someone to come out swinging. It wasn't until breakfast Monday morning that he had to ask.

As usual Jack was up before the sky began to lighten. What was out of character was Amy wandering into the kitchen not long after. She slid into a chair at the table looking exhausted and a bit queasy. She hadn't slept well and the stink of Jack's morning brew forced her out of the bed to dry heave in the bathroom. By that point she was just awake.

"Everything all right?" Jack inquired, topping off his coffee mug.

Amy glanced up, wrinkling her nose at the steaming mug in his hand then toward the pot. "I used to love the smell of coffee in the morning," she groaned longingly. Oh, the things she missed before her life fell into the crapper.

"Don't worry, it'll pass." Jack was sympathetic to Amy's discomfort, but not to the point of cutting out his morning coffee. That would be bad for everyone all around.

"Says you. I read some women have morning sickness their entire pregnancy. I don't know if I can suffer that long." Especially not if it began so god awful early in the morning every day.

"Well, for all our sakes I hope it doesn't last that long."

Amy grumbled something inaudible and slid out of the chair to make herself a cup of ginger tea. She was sitting back down with a steaming mug when Ty made his appearance. Half asleep, Ty poured himself a cup of coffee then went to the fridge for the milk. He stood looking blankly into it for a moment.

"Here," Amy said, sliding the carton across the table to him.

"Thanks," Ty added a splash to his mug before putting it back to the fridge.

Jack watched in awe at the almost friendly exchange, but made no comment. It was before dawn and they were all still pretty drowsy with sleep. It was when Ty pulled out the bread and gestured with it in Amy's direction that Jack couldn't take it anymore.

"Toast?"

Amy glanced up from staring into her tea, blinking a couple times before forcing a small nod. "Sure."

Jack turned to set his mug on the counter. "Okay, what in the hell has gotten into you two?" The both looked at him in surprise. "Yesterday morning you were at each other's throat now you're almost chummy."

"Chummy?" Amy repeated with a wrinkled brow.

"Friendly," Ty explained.

"I know what it means," Amy snapped.

"Then why'd you ask?" The toaster popped and despite their sudden childish spat Ty slid the first pieces in front of Amy before making his own.

"It was an odd word to choose." The defense was gone from her voice as she looked down at the toast.

Jack was almost flabbergasted. "Well, you two are acting oddly. What happened?"

Ty turned around and Amy lifted her head so their eyes met at the same moment. An unspoken conversation seemed to flow between them, with Jack passing his gaze back and forth waiting for someone to answer.

"We called a truce," Amy finally replied, taking a bite of toast. She spent the afternoon thinking Ty was just trying to get her to lower her guard so he could pounce when she least expected. But then dinner came and nothing happened. He even stood next to her with a dish rag to dry the dishes as she washed in silence. He didn't prod her for information, or really talk to her at all. But his silence didn't make her uncomfortable. It was companionable, for once. Amy didn't believe someone could one-eighty that fast until that morning. He seemed to be sincere so she decided to sustain the truce with cautious optimism.

"Have you now?" Jack looked toward his grandson who shrugged and reached for another plate in the cabinet. "What brought this on?"

Another look exchanged between Ty and Amy, who widened her eyes in an expression that goaded him to answer. When he didn't she pressed her lips in a tight line. Why did she have to explain everything?

Ty raised his brows, turning away when the toaster popped a second time and leaving Amy to finally acknowledge their agreement out loud for both him and Jack. Ty didn't know where Amy stood after she walked out of the house the other day. They pretty well avoided each other again until dinner. He left the ball in her court by not prompting an answer from her, but actions spoke louder than words and he felt as if he understood her silence as acceptance. Now, well, he just couldn't pass up this moment.

"We just thought…" Amy paused, staring at the back of Ty's head while he took his sweet time pulling out the toast. She glared into his back. "While, yes, this situation isn't one either of us is 100 percent comfortable with, it's not something that is going to change any time soon. So, rather than waste our time and energy arguing about it, we decided to be mature and just… accept it and move on." Her gaze flicked over to Ty who finally turned around, taking a bite of toast and looking smug while doing it.

Jack noticed the expressions passing between them. "Is that so?"

"You heard her, Grampa. We are adults, after all. It's time we acted as such." His gaze lingered on Amy, finding amusement in her stormy expression for being put on the spot. She tore her gaze away from him to eat her dry toast.

A bit skeptical at the timing of the whole thing, Jack decided not to take it any further and wait and see how long it lasted before their so-called truce fell apart. "Okay, well, good. Then, Ty, you can be Amy's ride to her doctor's appointment."

"What?" They asked in unison, nearly choking on their breakfast.

"Doctor's appointment?" Ty added, unaware of Jack's own agreement with Amy.

"My first ultrasound," she replied, feelings her stomach roll with nerves and setting down her half eaten toast. She'd been excited about getting to see her baby for the first time, but now that she chose to stay at Heartland, it just made her anxious. Throw in the fact that Ty was to be her chauffeur and things just got awkward.

"Eh… I'm not sure that's something I should-" Ty started to protest, but Jack cut him off.

"You don't have to go in the room."

"God, please no," Amy mumbled. The last thing she needed was the townies thinking Ty was her child's father. Although, being that Hudson was his hometown that would probably be worse for him. Still, she didn't want to be thought of as one of his former exploits coming out of the woodwork, especially after the unresolved Kit fiasco.

"Just drop her off and pick her up. There are errands that need to be done in town anyway." Jack swallowed the last of his coffee then set the mug in the sink.

"What about the inmates? We need to finish with the cattle." Okay, yes, Ty was serious about making nice with Amy and learning to live harmoniously with her secrets and sarcasm, but he didn't sign up to be involved with anything surrounding her pregnancy. That was all Jack's department until Lisa got back and she could take over with her overbearing maternal instinct.

"I can handle it just fine by myself, been doing it longer than you."

"Or, I could just drive myself," Amy interjected, again feeling like a burden no one wanted to deal with. To be honest, the thought of driving herself did make her feel better. The time alone on the empty back roads might help put her thoughts together.

"Do you remember the way back to town?" Jack asked, already knowing the answer.

Amy hesitated, trying to put together a mental map of sequential landmarks. "If you write down some directions, I'm sure I can find my way."

"I'd rather you not go alone until you get used to driving these roads. One wrong turn and you could find yourself in Saskatchewan." Jack look pointedly at Ty.

"All right, fine," Ty said, defeated. This wasn't what he had in mind when proposing the truce.

The ride into town with Ty was about as awkward as they anticipated. Amy's bad attitude from the first day dissipated and she sat in silence with her hands folded between her knees, staring out at the scenery that was partially obscured by a hard rain. She tried to commit the route to memory, to prove she was capable of driving herself next time, but her mind was constantly drifting elsewhere.

Likewise, Ty drove in silence for a while. He debated on starting up conversation to continue thawing the ice between them but wasn't sure what to say that wouldn't trigger Amy's defense mechanism. Finally, he couldn't take the ringing in his head.

"Mind if I turn on the radio?"

Without looking at him, Amy lifted a shoulder. "It's your truck."

"Kay," Ty breathed, reaching over the flick on the stereo. Classic rock blasted from the speakers, making them both jump. Ty quickly flicked it off. "Sorry." He'd forgotten the last time he drove his truck was home from the bar after a few drinks. The loud music fit his mood at the time.

Taking a deep breath to slow her racing heart, Amy glanced at Ty. "At least that was better than that twang-y stuff you were listening to before."

"Hey. I'll have you know that was classic George Jones."

Amy snorted, shifting to rest her elbow on the door and lean her cheek on her hand to stare at the rain racing down the window. "Yeah, okay. I'll take Van Halen any day, thank you."

Ty shot her a shocked look. "Really? I didn't take you for a hard rock fan."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me."

"Not for lack of trying," Ty muttered, adjusting his grip on the wheel.

Amy's head snapped around. "What?"

"What?"

"What did you just say?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Nothing." Ty sighed, kicking himself.

"No, it sounded like you were being a smartass." Just when she was ready to let her guard drop he chose to take a jab at her. She knew it was going to happen. Maybe this truce thing wasn't a good idea.

Ty grit his teeth. "I just meant any time I tried to learn anything about you you come out swinging."

"Maybe because you swing first. I'm merely defending myself." Amy's relaxed posture changed as she folded her arms and sat straighter.

"No. You came here with your mind made up to hate this place. You're so angry at the world for doing you dirty, you can't even comprehend the opportunity we're giving you here." Ty scowled through the windshield.

"And what opportunity is that?" Even without Ty's answer, Amy knew. She understood what Heartland was giving her. She just didn't think she deserved it.

"A new beginning. A chance to wipe the slate clean and start a whole new life." Ty glanced at her, seeing Amy lower her gaze to the floor. She was quiet for a moment, Ty turning his head fully to look at her when the silence stretched on. Her fingers brushed over the side of her abdomen in slow circles.

"It's not that simple," she finally answered softly.

"Why not?" Since she answered him without jumping down his throat, Ty decided to pry a little more. Gently, of course. "What are you so afraid of?"

Amy turned away then to stare back through the window. She didn't like getting backed into corners with no way out and being trapped in the truck with Ty was worse than in the office. He was within touching distance and while his hands were firmly placed at ten and two on the wheel, he could move at any opportunity and she would be powerless to stop him. Her eyes closed as the claustrophobia set in. They were just talking, but his insistence in getting her to open up about things she couldn't bear to face brought forth traumatic physical memories. She couldn't breathe. A hand wrapped around her throat, closing off her windpipe.

"Stop." She gasped, strangling for air.

"Look, I'm not trying to upset you. We've been down that road, it didn't end well. But I think there needs to be some give and take from your end, too." Ty's brow creased in concern as he watched her start to shake.

The air was so thick. It reeked of smoke and stale sweat. She was choking on it. The seat went rock hard, slamming into her back when they went over a pothole because Ty wasn't paying close enough attention to the road, but rather to her. Her head ached and a light sweat began to break out at her temple.

"Stop. The. Truck." Amy heaved gasps of air, her hand trembling as it fumbled for the door handle while her heart leaped into a panicked sprint.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on." Quickly, Ty pulled off the road.

Amy nearly tumbled out of the truck when she got the door open. The rain slowed from the downpour earlier but it was still falling at a steady enough pace she was wet almost immediately. She held onto the door tightly as she doubled over, trying to regulate her breathing.

Panicked, Ty jumped out and ran around to the other side. He reached out to keep her from falling but Amy jerked back so fast she almost cracked her head on the doorframe.

"Don't. Just… stay there," she managed to get out, reaching to grab onto the bed and walk a few paces away.

"What's going on, Amy? Are you okay?" See, this was why he shouldn't be the one to drive her around. All he could do was watch helplessly as she fought to catch her breath, doubling over as if in pain. He had a flashback to the moment on the loft steps.

She didn't answer him but shook her head, which only made him worry even more.

"Okay, let's get back in the truck and we'll go right to the hospital." He started to walk back around but Amy shook her head again.

"No." She felt sick, but knew it was just another anxiety attack like the one she had with Jack just the other day. They were frequent occurrences since the attack, but never got any easier to deal with. Especially now that she knew she was carrying a baby she worried it would cause complications. Which only made them worse.

"I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do here." Now Ty really felt bad for trying to push her, again. Is this how she reacted every time he came at her? He wasn't even being forceful this time.

"Go. Away." She gulped, waving a hand dismissively in his direction.

"Dear god. Someone really did a number on you." He thought he said it to himself, but apparently Amy heard him over the rain pelting the metal truck. A gasp in the form of a sob erupted from her chest and her knees gave way, sending her down into the wet grass. Nice job, Ty.

"Christ…" he breathed, carefully squatting next to her. "Amy, please, let me help you." He reached out again.

"I said go away!" She yelled at him, giving his arm a shove away from her. She began to shiver, whether from the cold rain or nerves was unclear but she wrapped her arms tightly around herself to try to stop it.

Seeing as how his presence was obviously the cause of the situation, Ty did as he was told and went away long enough to dig into the large utility box that spanned the width of his truck for a blanket. Opening it he stepped slowly behind Amy leaving enough distance that he had to stretch to toss it over her shoulders. She flinched, but slowly reached to pull it around her. Ty then left her be to sit in the truck, watching her carefully through the mirror. Pulling out his phone, he dialed his grandfather. It rang with no answer, so Ty left a voicemail hoping he got it sooner rather than later. "You need to come out here. I don't think this was such a good idea."