A/N – Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a long time. For one, I didn't have anywhere to take this (pout). Plus, there hasn't been a new Wildfire episode in weeks (sobs). So, I had no inspiration. But then I got Wildfire season 1 on DVD :3 So, boy am I inspired now!

(For anyone who wants to see it when I finish, I'm doing 2 sketches of Junior…one from the season finale when he tells Kris he loves her and they look they're going to kiss. And another when he is riding the horse in "Lost and Found." Cutesy-cowboy alert! PM me and I'll send you a link when I'm done!

REVIEW, PLEASE!

Love,
JQ

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Chapter Five – Feel You Everywhere

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Kris rested her head on her hands and looked at Junior laying on the bed next to her. He looked so peaceful—eyes closed, chest rising and falling in perfect time. She wished every moment could be so perfect.

"Junior, are you asleep?" she asked quietly. His eyes fluttered open.

"No," he whispered, a smile forming slowly on his lips. "Sleeping in the same bed as you? Are you crazy?"

"Junior Davis," she scolded playfully. "I'm nine months pregnant with another man's baby. Watch your mouth."

Junior frowned, obviously hurt.

"Sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like that," she muttered.

"Okay." Junior rolled over, his back facing Kris.

"Junior…don't…"

"I'm not doing anything. That's the problem."

"Junior…"

"I'm tired. Let's get some sleep."

"Junior, please," she begged quietly, but he was silent. She sighed and collapsed back on the bed.

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Junior waited until he heard Kris' breathing become regular and her soft snoring filling the room. Getting up from the bed, he made his way over to the window. Moonlight reflected onto every surface and stars sprinkled the sky.

Does she not even get it? Doesn't she see it? Doesn't she feel it? Or am I just crazy? Is she still hung up on Kerry? That man will never stop ruining my life, will he?

"Junior?" Kris' faint voice broke into his thoughts and he spun around. She was lying on her side, a panic-stricken look on her face.

Worried, he rushed over to her side. Tears were traveling down her delicate, and yet strong face. "Hey, it's okay...Don't cry."

"Junior, it's time," she choked out, agony twisting her features.

"Time for what?"

"It's time," she repeated, groaning.

Junior's eyes widened with understanding. "Oh, my God. Okay...What do we need?"

"Just call an ambulance. And grab my coat." Kris exhaled deeply as the contraction lessened. Her calm demeanor returned and she sat up, moving her feet to the ground.

"Kris, I could get you to the hospital before an ambulance got here," he said, worry creasing his face.

"Fine," she groaned, another contraction coming quickly. "Just hurry."

"Okay." Kris tried to stand, Junior's arm around her for support. Grabbing her coat on their way through the living room, the two of them stumbled out to his car. Kris relaxed into the backseat, lying down, and Junior raced to the driver's door. He started the car and pulled out in a fury.

"Slow down!" Kris commanded, holding her belly with care and breathing heavily. "Unless you want this baby to be born in your car."

"Sorry." Junior stole a look at her, a nervous expression on his face.

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Matt groaned as the phone rang next to him. He picked it up, annoyed. "Hello?"

"Matt, is that you?"

"Junior?" Kris' scream drifted through the phone and Matt jumped. "What's that noise?"

His response was sputtered. "It's Kris...we...way...hospital..."

"Junior, talk slow. The phone's breaking up." Matt readjusted himself on the couch. "Did you say you and Kris are on your way to the hospital? Is everything okay?"

"She's...have the baby..." The phone line was silent for a moment. "Oh...God. She's gonna...the baby. I...you go..."

"Wait, wait!" Matt heard a click. Groaning, he grabbed his mother's keys from the table and ran for the door.

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"Are you okay?" Kris asked through her deep breathing. Another contraction was coming--quickly--but Junior didn't look too well.

"Yeah, I guess." Junior was trying to match her breathing patterns, obviously trying to calm himself down. "You?" he added as an afterthought.

"Yeah." An awkward silence settled in the car, until Junior let out a scream of rage. "What? What is it!"

"Damn it!" he screamed, slowing the car and putting into park. Hopping out, he took a few steps forward.

A tree had fallen in the middle of the road. There was no way Junior was going to be able to get the car around it. Rushing back to the car, he got back in the driver's seat and turned off the car.

"What wrong?" Kris asked, worry in her voice.

"Road's blocked," he muttered, wringing his hands through his hair.

Kris flinched as another contraction took hold of her. "Oh, God!" she screamed, hands gripping her stomach tightly. Junior watched helplessly until her face relaxed and she looked at him. "Isn't there another way?" she asked hopefully.

"Nope. This is the only road to the hospital." He shook his head. "Welcome to Freemont."

"Calm down. We'll figure something out," Kris said.

Junior pounded his fists on the steering wheel, then spun around to look at Kris. "What's there to figure? You're having a baby. The end!"

She took a deep breath. "Well, I've read a lot of books. I didn't know how I was going to deliver the baby...so I did some research on home births, and---"

"Oh, no...Oh, no..." Junior shook his head, eyes wide.

"Hey," Kris grinned, "just think. At least it's not your Porsche, right?"

He smirked sarcastically. "Always the optimist." He reached back and stroked her cheek gently. Kris smiled at him.

Suddenly, another contraction came and Kris seized Junior's hand in a death grip. He cringed at the pain, then forced a smile. "Whoa, those are close," he commented.

The contraction subsided and Kris sighed. "Yeah, the doctors always told me I could probably look forward to a quick labor--especially for my first time. Something about riding, and good muscles."

"Oh, that's wonderful," Junior pulled out his cell phone, dialing.

"Who are you calling?" Kris asked, curious.

"An ambulance."

"But you said--"

"That was before you started telling me we should deliver your baby in my backseat." He frowned. "Damn, no signal."

"What do you want to do now?" she asked timidly, the situation finally catching up to her.

"Let's head back to town and see if we can get any help," he suggested.

"Okay."

Junior put the keys back in the ignition and turned. But nothing happened. He tried again, but the engine refused to turn over.

"Oh, my God. You've got to be kidding me!" he pounded his fists into the steering wheel.

"Junior!" Kris groaned and reached forward, gripping his arm forcefully, as another contraction occurred. "It's getting closer!"

"What can I do?" he asked, facing her.

"Junior," she pleaded, eyes wide. "I believe in you. We can do this...together."

Junior gulped nervously and pressed his lips together. Then he nodded, holding her hand tenderly. "Okay."

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A/N - Oh, my God! Will Kris give birth to her baby in Junior's car? Will everything be okay?

Find out next time!

-JQ-