A/N: This chapter is, I'm sure, full of medical inaccuracies, but oh well. Hope you like it. If you do (or don't) please review!

Their flight landed at JFK at 2am local time, which meant by the time they got to Ryan's apartment, it was closer to 4am. They were both exhausted, Jade more so, for obvious reasons, but travelling was stressful even at the best of times. Not that this was a bad time, it was just an inconvenient time. Jade had only about eight weeks before she was due to deliver, but the pregnancy had been relatively uncomplicated so far, so the doctor had given her the go ahead to fly.

Ryan wasn't best pleased with them, to say the least. 'Did you seriously have to book a flight that landed at 2am?!' she snapped at Beck as she helped him heave their suitcases through the front door. When they'd rang the doorbell, Beck had been a little nervous, Ryan was a lot like her sister in terms of temperament, but unlike Jade, she didn't have a soft spot for Beck. Ryan had greeted her younger sister with a hug and a big smile, Jade had went on ahead to flop down on the sofa, and Ryan had turned on him.

Naturally, everything was Beck's fault. Never mind that he'd suggested they book an earlier but Jade had said she'd rather stay up until 4 than get up at 4. Never mind that he'd then suggested a flight for the next day that would get them in at 10pm, Jade didn't want to spend another day in this god forsaken country – by that time the winter was creeping in on them and she was getting grumpy – so they had to leave the day after their wrap party. No, Jade was Ryan's baby sister, and as such he was never going to be good enough for her. Now she was pregnant which meant she couldn't be blamed for a single thing.

'It's good to see you, too, Ryan,' Beck replied, smiling sarcastically. Ryan just rolled her eyes. Walking through the apartment, still in the short satin slip she'd worn to bed – Ryan was not modest in the slightest – she pointed out the bathroom, the guest bedroom where Beck and Jade would be sleeping, and the kitchen, then announced she was going to bed, and promptly left them alone.

Beck dragged the cases into their room while Jade got ready for bed. She was already curled up under the sheets, her back to his side of the bed, when he finally joined her. Sliding in next to her, he wrapped his arm around her waist, laying his hand protectively on her belly. A few moments later, when she moved her hand to intertwine her fingers with his, he realised she was still awake. Looking at her face, he noticed her eyes were wide open, and she looked almost anxious. Jade had been quiet since the plane, but he had just put it down to fatigue.

'Babe? What's wrong?' he asked, concerned.

His concern turned to full-blown alarm when Jade's eyes suddenly filled with tears and she let out a small sob. From there it escalated, her tears flowing rapidly down her cheeks, sobs ripping through her body, making it difficult to breathe. Questioning her in this state was pointless, he'd learned that a long time ago – back in high school unprompted emotional outbursts like this were not uncommon. He rubbed her belly soothingly and pressed kisses across the back of her shoulders, until she finally calmed down.

'She hasn't kicked since the plane took off,' Jade breathed, her lip quivering.

No. No this couldn't be happening.

Beck's hand stilled, his lips paused at the base of Jade's neck. Their baby hadn't moved in ten hours. Ten whole hours. Lately, Jade had hardly been able to sleep because of all the kicking, almost every hour, sometimes lasting a whole hour. And now she was saying she hadn't felt anything for ten hours.

Jade rolled over to face her husband seeing her own fear mirrored in his face. They lay there in silence, both with one hand pressed to Jade's bump, praying they'd feel something, anything, for hours. Every so often Beck would duck down to speak to the baby, whispering things into Jade's skin, pressed so close she could feel the movement of his lips.

Neither of them slept a wink, and Jade was beginning to imagine how she'd explain this to her sister, having to ask her to recommend a doctor, trying not to show her how worried she was.

The sun was rising, brightly shining through the crack in the blackout curtains, when Jade suddenly got up. Beck, though not asleep, had gotten used to their position, so he started at Jade's sudden movement. 'What is it? Did you feel something?' he asked, trying not to get his hopes up.

Jade shook her head. 'I'm going for a bath. I can't lie here any longer.'

Jade had been in the adjoining bathroom for thirty minutes. Beck hadn't moved from his spot on the bed, listening helplessly to his wife's sobs through the wall. She needed to be alone, he had to respect that, even if it was killing him.

But then she shouted.

Oh no. Oh god no. He didn't know what he'd do if he went in there and saw blood.

He dashed across the room, tripping on the jeans he'd discarded on the floor the night before, and practically fell into the bathroom. Jade was still crying, but now she was smiling too, both arms wrapped around her stomach. She reached out to him impatiently pulling both of his hands to touch her. Thump, thump. She was there. She was kicking. She was okay.

Beck was so relieved he began to laugh, dropping to his knees on the hard tiled floor, he lowered his head to Jade's bump. He kissed her there, again and again, while Jade laughed wetly, rubbing one hand over her stomach, and gripping Beck's hair with the other.

The water grew cold and Jade's skin went wrinkly, and still they stayed there, wrapped up in their love and relief. Until Ryan's fist thudded against the bedroom door. 'If you guys are screwing in my bath, you're cleaning it yourselves!'