Abby started to shake violently.

"Abby?" Sam tried to wake up from his nap. His first glance at his wife woke him up like a splash of cold water. He was able to reach over her to find the rail to put up on the bed. He rolled her to her side and called for Bobby.

Bobby came running in as Sam was trying to comfort Abby.

"It's going to be fine, baby. I'm right here. You're going to be okay," Sam's voice was much calmer than he felt.

Bobby scooped up Nate and called 9-1-1.

"Abby Winchester is having a seizure. It's her first one but she had brain surgery about a month ago," he told the dispatcher.

When Abby's body fell still, she softly said, "Sam?"

"Right here, Abby. Bobby's called the ambulance. They'll be here soon."

"What happened?"

"I think you had a seizure, honey."

"Oh, no.. Did I scare Nate?"

"I don't think he noticed. Bobby grabbed him out of here before he called for help."

"I'm a mess, Sam. Don't let strangers see me like this," Abby sounded close to tears.

Sam looked at her and realized that she'd lost control of her bladder during the seizure. He removed her soiled clothes and then moved her to the other side of the bed. He came back with a soapy, warm wash cloth and told Abby that it would have to be good enough because he didn't have time to put her in the tub and he didn't want to risk her having a seizure in the tub, either.

He got her dressed in fresh nightclothes just as the paramedics came in.

"I'll ride with," Sam followed them out.

"I'll be up in a bit," Bobby let Sam know that he'd handle everything else.

Sam just nodded his thanks as he walked beside the stretcher.

Bobby went to the garage to get Kylee. He found her hanging her head in a trashcan.

"Kylee?"

"Hey, Bobby. Think I got the flu."

"Looks like ya did," Bobby shifted Nate to his other arm. "Abby just left for the hospital because she had a seizure. Sam rode with in the ambulance. I'm just on my way up there."

"Is Abby going to be okay?"

"I think so. Her seizure was over before the medics got here."

"I think I can watch Nate. I'm not too sick. It comes and goes," Kylee wanted to be able to help.

"That's fine, Kylee. Dean will be enough to take care of. Sam's used to Dean when he's sick. I can't think of anyone else who has the patience to deal with him except you."

"Yeah, it's a requirement of marriage," Kylee tried to smile. "He's my tough guy until he gets sick. How is Tasha? She's been sick longer than anyone else."

"I'm going to check on her before we leave. Think you can handle Dean?"

"He'll be fine. Let us know how Abby is."

"Sure will." Bobby opened the door for Kylee, "I'll get more Tylenol when I'm in town."

"Thanks, Bobby," Kylee headed upstairs.

Bobby opened his bedroom door a crack and saw that Tasha was awake.

"How are you feeling, darlin'?"

"Sick."

"Have you kept anything down?"

"Not today," Tasha replied. Bobby got the thermometer out and Tasha didn't have a fever. The rest of them had run a fever with the flu.

"Let's get you into a robe, Tasha. I'm bringing you in. We have to meet Sam there anyway because Abby had a seizure."

"Is she okay? Why didn't you get me?"

"I was taking care of Nate and calling for help. She was done seizing before the medics got here. Poor girl was embarrassed to tears because she wet the bed when she lost control. Sam got her cleaned up and in a new nightgown before the medics got here."

"Poor Abby, to have something like that happen . . . "

"The doctors mentioned it as a possibility after her brain surgery, Tasha. She just might have seizures as part of her life now. They can be treated and controlled, so don't treat Abby any different."

"I'll love her the same I always have, Bobby."

"I'm sorry. I get protective of Abby, just because she's Abby, and forget who I'm talking to when I say those things to you. You're the one family member she does have. I know how much you love her. I'm just worried. I'll feel better when we're up there."

"Do I look okay?" Tasha had put a robe and some shoes on.

"You are beautiful, baby," Bobby kissed her forehead and took her hand.

The trio made their way to the emergency room. Once Tasha was in a room, Bobby found Sam and Abby. Abby was resting and Sam was sitting silently by her bed.

"They want to do an EEG and keep her overnight," Sam told him. "They gave her a loading dose of a seizure medication and she'll probably always be on a seizure med."

"It's treatable and controllable for the most part, Sam. Scary as hell when it happens, but she's going to be fine. I'll keep Nate with me so Abby can rest. I brought Tasha in because she still has the flu but no temperature. I just couldn't let it go any longer."

"You know where to find us," Sam smiled. "Let me know what you find out."

Sam waved goodbye and Nate blew him kisses as Bobby took him out of the room.

The doctors decided to do some bloodwork and Bobby knew that they would be waiting for awhile. It was quiet in the room. Tasha fell asleep and so did Nate. Bobby caught himself dozing while holding Nate. He almost leapt to his feet when the door opened.

"Mr. and Mrs. Singer," the doctor addressed them. "It appears that you have a little one on the way."

"What?" Bobby wasn't sure he'd heard the doctor right.

"It's not the flu?" Tasha had questions of her own.

"Nope. I'm going to bring in an ultrasound so we can get an idea of how far along you are. Looks like this cute little guy is going to be a big brother or sister."

"No, he's not ours," Bobby corrected him. "He's our nephew. His folks are in here because his mom had a seizure."

"Winchester, right?" the doctor asked them.

"Yeah," Tasha smiled. "That's Abby and Sam."

"They just went down for Abby's test. It will take over an hour," the doctor told them. "I'll be back with the ultrasound shortly."

"Thank you, doctor," Bobby shook his hand.

"Congratulations," the doctor smiled. "I'm happy for you and you seem to have had practice."

Once the door shut behind him, Bobby was right by Tasha's bed.

"A baby, Tasha. Can you believe it?"

Tasha looked confused.

"Aren't you happy, darlin'? I thought this is what you wanted."

"It just feels odd. The last couple times I was happy to find out I was expecting and look at what happened."

"This is nothing like that, honey. This is a baby that is going to be born and loved. No one is taking this baby away from you, Tasha. If you need to be more careful or have extra care while carrying our baby, I'll make sure you get it. I love you and our baby. I can't believe that I'm going to be a father," Bobby's eyes filled with tears. "I never thought I'd get the chance."

Tasha caressed his whiskered cheek. "You are a wonderful husband, Bobby. I already know you'll be an amazing father."

There was a knock at the door and the doctor came back in with an ultrasound. "Looks to be around 8 weeks along. When was your last period?"

"I can't remember. We've had so much going on at our house. When I skipped it one month I figured it was because of the stress of the wedding and Abby's surgery. Is everything okay?"

"Heartbeat is good. You'll need to get appointments with an OB. I'll give you a list of them that are accepting new patients," the doctor wiped off the ultrasound goo. "I'll have the nurse bring the list in with your discharge papers. Drink plenty of fluids, take a prenatal vitamin and come in if anything seems wrong. Better to be safe than sorry."

"We heard our baby's heartbeat," Bobby was in awe.

"Does hearing a heartbeat make our baby real to you?"

"It just makes me more excited for their arrival," Bobby kissed Tasha. "It will be nice to have some good news to share with our family."

"News that our family is expanding," Tasha corrected him. "Think the house is big enough?"

"There's still a few more rooms I could clean out," Bobby smiled. "Don't you worry about there being enough room. Don't you worry about anything. Stress would not be good right now. You tell me if you're stressed or worried and I'll do what I can to make it better. That's my job as your husband and the baby's father."

"Okay, Bobby. I promise. Think we'll be able to check on Sam and Abby before we head home?"

"Sure, we can wait for them if you're feeling up to it."

"I have to tell my sister the great news," Tasha's face beamed. "She'll be so happy for me."

When Abby was done with her EEG, she had loads of gunk in her long hair. She was tired and Sam was trying to get the mess out of her hair so that she would be more comfortable.

"Have they told you anything?" Bobby asked.

Sam shook his head. "Now that the test is done, they need to have someone read it and then a neurologist will come talk us. What did you find out?"

"I need to wake Abby up for just a minute," Tasha said as she moved to the bed. "Abby, it's Tasha. I need to tell you something important."

"Tasha?" Abby was sleepy. "Why are you here?"

"Bobby brought me in for the flu," Tasha explained. "But, I don't have the flu."

Abby looked confused.

"I'm pregnant. Bobby and I are having a baby," Tasha's smile was so huge, Abby couldn't help but smile back.

"That's wonderful, Tasha. Just what you wanted," Abby's eyes fluttered shut and she was resting again.

"That loading dose did a number on her," Sam said. "I'll make sure she remembers when she wakes up, though. Congratulations, you guys. You sure you're up to the late night feedings?"

"We're gonna have to be," Bobby was all smiles. "We're heading home and wondering if it's okay if we take Nate with."

"Let me give him a squeeze first. I feel so bad when I have to spend the night away."

"Don't worry, Tasha and I will spoil him rotten while you're gone."

"I know. That's the only reason I know I can stay up here and he'll be well-taken care of. I'll call you later when we get the report."

"Sounds good," Bobby gave Sam a hug. He kissed Abby's forehead, "You get some rest, darlin'. We love you."

Kylee climbed into bed and Dean woke up.

"Why aren't you at the garage?" Dean asked.

"I think I have the flu," Kylee snuggled into the blankets.

"Me, too," Dean sighed. "Do you need anything?"

"No. You?"

"No. Can I have a hug?"

"Were you feeling lonely up here?" Kylee chuckled as she gave Dean a hug.

"I just felt so rotten and didn't feel like asking Sam for one. His hugs aren't like yours."

Kylee smiled and they fell asleep. Both of them were sick, but each felt better that the other was with them.

Bobby, Tasha and Nate came home to a quiet house.

"They must be doing okay," Bobby said. "I don't hear Dean hollering or demanding anything."

"You'd better to check on them," Tasha replied. "You'll feel uneasy unless you do. I'll take Nate with me."

Bobby handed Nate over, went upstairs and knocked on the door. He opened to find both of them in bed.

"Have you guys taken your temperatures or any Tylenol lately?"

"No. How's Abby?" Kylee asked.

"What's wrong with Abby?" Dean was clueless. Kylee had forgotten to tell him.

"She had a seizure. They did an EEG today and she and Sam are still waiting for the results. They want to keep her overnight," Bobby replied.

"Does that mean we get Nate?" Dean asked hopefully.

"Nope. Tasha and I do. You're sick, Dean. We're not letting you near Nate."

"Tasha's sick, too," Dean shot back.

"No, Tasha's pregnant," Bobby got the 'proud daddy' smile. "We just found out."

"Really? That's great, Bobby," Dean knew Bobby would be a good dad because of how he'd been with him and Sam.

"Congratulations," Kylee said softly.

"Thanks. I'll bring up the Tylenol. Do either of you want something to eat or drink?"

"Some crackers and soda would be nice," Kylee requested.

"Sure, honey. Dean?" Bobby asked.

"Soda would be nice," Dean answered him.

"I'll be back in a few," Bobby said as he went out the door, leaving it open so he could carry a tray up the stairs and into the room without fighting with a door and trying to balance.

"Baby," Bobby heard Dean say. "It will be our time, soon. We just need to be happy for Bobby and Tasha's good luck right now."

Kylee murmured something Bobby didn't hear.

"I love you, Kylee. Nothing is going to change that."

Bobby felt a little guilty for having good news when Kylee had wanted a baby so bad. He hoped they would get pregnant soon.

"How's it going in here?" Bobby entered his bedroom and saw Tasha playing with Nate on the bed.

"Just fine, Babe. Nate sure is a happy kid. How are Dean and Kylee?"

"I told them the good news, Tasha. It just came up in conversation. They're happy for us but Kylee was also sad because they've been trying for a baby since before we got married."

Tasha nodded her head. "I thought they might have been by some comments Kylee made. I hope it works out for them soon. I'd hate to think that our being happy would make them miserable."

"I don't think it would go that far. Kylee's just a little sad right now. It will get better as she gets used to the idea."

"I'm still getting used to the idea," Tasha smiled.

"Me, too," Bobby sat down on the other side of Nate. "I think we're going to enjoy being parents."

"I know we are," Tasha kissed him.

Just having Tasha say it made Bobby sure of it.