"Hey, how ya doin?" BJ asked coming back into Kristy's room. He had notified the motel, the owner understood and the manager was going to bring him to pick up the car they had borrowed just as soon as the roads were cleared.

"Ok," she replied. The doctor had told her she was going to be there for a few more days until he was sure she was strong enough to make it on her own.

BJ walked over to the babies' cradle as they had now been moved into their mother's room, looking down at the innocent faces made him feel a fierce protectiveness. He felt like taking the little family with him on the road, protecting them from all of the pain that was sure to come.

"The doctor called your uncle, Kristy. He's on his way to see you," he blurted, not wanting to draw it out any longer than necessary.

"What?" she asked with dismay, sitting up as best she could. "How could you let him do that?"

"I had no choice. You can't do this by yourself Kristy. Look at you, you're barely able to stand on your own two feet. You have someone in your life that's worried about you and wants to help. Let him if he wants to."

"You don't know my uncle."

"I know that someone who is willing to call every hospital on the way to Las Vegas looking for his niece because he's worried about her is probably not too bad of a person."

"Oh he's a very good person. Why do you think I don't want to see him?"

"You're not makin' any sense," BJ told her, confused.

"My uncle is just about the greatest person any person could ever know. That's why I'm so ashamed. I can't face him now. Not after what happened," she closed her eyes trying to keep the tears at bay, but failing as a tear slowly ran down her cheek.

BJ took her hand, rubbing it comfortingly. "Hey, family is supposed to stand by you through thick and thin. Your parents didn't stand by that rule, but your uncle is trying to. He's willing to help you through this. He probably thinks less of your boyfriend than you right now. You're a big girl who can make her own decisions. I'm not sayin' this was the correct one to make, but you made it and stood by it, no matter what your parents thought or said. You followed your heart. That's all anybody can ask. At least give him a chance. At least see what the man has to say." He wiped the tears off her cheek with the back of his thumb.

Kristy gazed up at him with tears in her eyes as she slowly nodded. "Okay, I'll talk to him."