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Jeremy came to a few moments after the crash. Several feet away, an obviously drunk driver tried to climb out of the white sedan that had clipped them.

He immediately diverted his attention to Blaise. She was unconscious but appeared fine. He rested a hand on her stomach. As active as their daughter normally was, he felt his concern rise when he felt no reassuring kick under his hand.

He swore quietly under his breath. Fortunately an ambulance had already arrived. Jeremy unbuckled his seatbelt, wincing when his left side throbbed with a dull but not serious pain.

One of the paramedics made an attempt to check him for injuries. He pulled away. "Get Blaise first."

"Detective, you could have injuries that you don't know about. You're running on adrenaline. Car accidents tend to be worse than they seem," the paramedic argued. "The others will tend to her."

Jeremy sighed and allowed the paramedic to examine him. Other than some bumps and bruises, he felt fine.

Once the paramedic was assured that he was unharmed, he was permitted to ride to the hospital in the ambulance.

"She seems to be fine. Since she's unconscious, it's likely that she has a concussion. I don't notice serious wounds or any broken bones," one of the paramedics informed. "I'm more concerned about the fact that she's pregnant. How far along is she?"

Jeremy did a quick mental calculation. "Twenty weeks. Is there anything you can do in here?"

"We don't have an ultrasound. Her BP is normal, so that's a good sign."

The ambulance came to a stop in the hospital parking lot. Jeremy was told to wait in the waiting room until he could be examined more fully.

He reluctantly allowed one of the ER doctors to examine him and perform an x-ray.

"No broken bones. You just have some bruises. You'll be sore for a few days, but you're going to be fine," the doctor declared.

"Thanks." Jeremy slipped into his jacket and ventured down the hall until he found Blaise's room.

When Blaise regained consciousness, she became aware of a dull pain in her head. She blinked, taking notice of the bland beige walls and white lights of the room.

"There you are. You're awake," Jeremy spoke from the chair nearby.

"What happened?"

"Our car got hit. The other guy was drunk. You have a concussion, but you'll be-"

She didn't allow him time to finish his sentence. "What about the baby?" she interrupted, subconsciously reaching a hand towards her abdomen.

"They're going to do an ultrasound to check on her." Catching the tense tone that Blaise's voice took on, he added, "I'm sure she's okay. It wasn't a serious accident."

"When will they be in here?" Blaise made an attempt to keep the concern out of her voice and failed.

Jeremy glanced at the clock on the opposite wall. "They said six-thirty. It's six-twenty. Any minute now."

The time seemed to drag on for at least an hour, but a doctor and nurse entered the room only slightly more than ten minutes after the anticipated time. "Just relax for a moment and I'll check on your baby."

Blaise stared intensely at the monitor while the nurse started the scan. Soon enough, the image of their baby became clear on the screen. She had grown slightly in the past two weeks and had positioned herself differently.

"She's pushed herself into a breech position," the doctor noted. "But you're only twenty weeks. She'll probably turn over again when it's time to deliver."

The doctor examined the image for several treacherously long moments. "It looks like the baby's just fine. Maybe she's just not active right now. Just take it easy for a couple days. Let us know if any problems occur." The doctor finished the scan and excused herself from the room.

Finally Blaise felt a light kick. "I'm so glad she's alright. I got pretty worried for a moment." She let out a sigh of relief. "I was scared for a moment that I- that we- were gonna..." She trailed off.

"That we would lose her," Jeremy completed.

"Okay, I'm both glad and creeped out that you just finished my sentence." Blaise scowled at him.

"You both had me pretty scared in the car when you were unconscious." Jeremy gave her hand a squeeze.

"Sorry about that." Blaise noticed how he moved his shoulder stiffly. "You alright?"

"Yeah. It's just some bruising. Nothing broken. The driver who hit our car was drunk."

"Well, since we're here with nothing to do... wanna list some names?"

"Hmm. Emma?"

"Cute, but I got suspended in middle school for punching a bratty cheerleader named Emma."

"Of course," Jeremy scoffed.

"Hey, she had it coming! How about Rachel?"

Jeremy frowned. "I dunno. I dated a Rachel in high school. It wasn't really a great time..."

"Poor you." Blaise grinned and tweaked at his hair.

"Grace?"

"I punched a Grace, too," Blaise informed. "Lauren."

Jeremy nodded thoughtfully. "I like that one. Susan."

"I pu-" Blaise began, but she was cut off.

"You punched one. How many people did you punch when you were in school?"

Blaise shrugged. "I was gonna say pushed. I still punched too many people to name."

Jeremy rolled his eyes. "Figures. Molly?"

"Not bad. Erica."

"Good. At least now we have a list."

"It's a start. So what did you do while I was at the shower?"

"Well, Mal and Kai came over and helped paint the extra room."

"Kai helped? I've gotta hear this!" Blaise exclaimed.

"It was really eventful..."

I couldn't think of a way to end this. Next, you guys will see what events Kai cause.

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Also, tell me in your reviews what name you like! Lauren, Erica, or Molly? Feel free to suggest other names! I have an idea for the middle name :)