Sorry that it took a while. I've written that one in one go... 5 hours in the making. I hope it doesn't sound too rushed. I just started and couldn't stop anymore.

Enjoy it... please! :)

Disclaimer: I own Tammy... I DO NOT own Cody or Randy... or anyone else... sadly.

4 weeks later

The time went by rather quick.

After Randy had given her the promise-ring, nothing seemed easy anymore. The guilt was eating her up more and more, every single time Cody visited, she felt a stab in her heart.

A week ago she had had an appointment to find out the baby's gender, but seeing that the divorce still was not finalized, Randy had asked Cody to join her.

She had said no. Randy was surprised, not to say curious. Of course, he had recognized the change in behavior of the two of them when they were around each other, but until then he never had given it a second thought.

That day he became suspicious, bluntly asking Tammy if anything between them had happened… ANYTHING.

She had lied… again. She just could not tell him. She wanted to… so badly… but she was too afraid to lose him, lose what they had, and lose the little family she had always dreamed of.

Yesterday she had made a new appointment, wanting to go by herself, but Randy once again insisted that she'd take someone with her… to take Cody with her and again she'd said no; this time leading into a huge argument, a fight and her storming off.

Now what do they say about being enraged and driving? Do not do it!

Sadly, Tammy did just that, getting into a car-accident when another car ran into hers, hitting the drivers-side. She did not see it coming with all the tears streaming down her face, blinding her when she had gotten to the cross roads, the crash hitting her off guard.

Now

She was lying in the hospital-bed, cold white walls surrounding her, only some flowers on the night-stand making it bearable in that lonely, unfamiliar room.

The doctor had informed Randy that the baby was fine, though she had banged up rips, a broken arm and a few bruises pretty much all over her body.

She could be glad that she was still alive. The car was a total wrack, the other driver having rammed it with full speed, smashing the whole drivers-side.

He was sitting at her bed, holding her hand gently, stroking its palm with his thumb, sighing heavily as his gaze went from her growing belly up to her beautiful face, flinching when his eyes moved to the bruise under her eye and the cut on the side of her lips.

"I'm so sorry…"

She was awake, warmly smiling at him, shaking her head as she squeezed his hand as good as possible, still being nauseous from the pain-killers the doctor had given her.

"It wasn't your fault… I shouldn't have argued… I shouldn't have stormed off… and I sure as hell shouldn't have taken the car."

"No… no… I should have just accepted your wish. I should have just taken it as you wanted and let you go alone…it's just…"

His voice trailed off as he looked away from her, not wanting her to see the tears in his eyes as he swallowed.

"I could have lost you… the baby…."

His voice cracked and was barely a whisper. She could not see him like this.

Carefully rising up, wincing at the pain in her ribs, she leaned forward to caress his face with her lips, gently pecking his cheek, whispering.

"But you didn't… it's okay. WE are okay…"

He swallowed again, slowly moving his head to face her, sadly smiling as he nodded.

"We're okay… are we really?"

She sighed, smile fading as she ran her good hand over his cheek and up to his hair, kissing his lips chastely.

"We are… I'm sorry… from now on… whenever you want Cody to go with me, I'll be fine with it."

He groaned, shaking his head as he pulled away from her, his voice now fully back.

"What really happened?"

She bit her lips, swallowing hard as she looked away, back leaning against the headboard, fingers fidgeting with her hospital-shirt.

"I… we…"

A deep breath later, she turned her gaze back to him, eyes watery, lips quivering as she slowly shook her head, voice a soft whisper.

"We kissed."

His expressions spoke words as his face went pale in an instant, fists clenching his pants, eyes going glassy, lips pressed together and without a word Randy got up from his chair.

"Randy… please… I'm sorry… it was just a kiss… it didn't mean anything… not to me… don't leave… please… I need you… I love you… just don't go… I can't live without you… please… it was just a kiss…."

However, Randy did not hear the last words anymore; in fact, she wasn't sure if he'd heard any of the words as he was out of the door in a hurry, leaving her all to herself, tears running down her cheeks, body shaking as heavy sobs left her swollen lips, shaking her head.

"I fucked up… again…"

2 days later

She'd gotten released from the hospital in the early morning-hours Granted that the tests had shown no more injuries, no inner-bleedings, no concussion and the baby was fine, the doctor had told her to go back home and just rest for a few more days.

Randy had not called since he had left the hospital two days ago, he had not shown up again and no one had heard anything from him.

Ironically, the last one she wanted to see was the one who had picked her up this morning. They had driven in complete silence, she not wanting to talk to him and Cody not knowing what to say.

"Thank you…"

It was barely audible and mumbled to him, as she got inside her house, Cody holding the door open for her, sighing heavily as he shook his head.

"You don't have to thank me. That's what friends are there for, right?"

And for the first time in over a month, she smiled at him, warmly, genuinely, as she nodded her head while he closed the door.

"That's true… I…"

She bit her lip, not really knowing how to ask, but Cody knew exactly what was on her mind. Stepping closer to her, he rested a hand on her shoulder, gently rubbing it, waiting for her to look him in the eyes.

"Sorry… I haven't heard from him. Ted told me that you told him… and…" He sighed as he saw tears dwelling up in her usually bright and brown eyes. "I'm really sorry… He'll come back… I'm sure he will… he loves you too much just to let you go."

He carefully put his arms around her, placing one hand on her waist, the other one on the back of her head, pulling her into a hug, softly, aware of her injuries, aware of her hurt feelings as he soothed her, his hand running up and down her back, the other one gently patting her hair, kissing the top of her head.

"It'll be okay again… I'm sorry that I ruined it… shhh… he'll come back…"

He just held her like that for what seemed like forever, feeling the wet tears draining his shirt, her heavy sobs shaking both their bodies, her good hand clutching at his arm, nails almost digging into his skin.

"I… I…" She pulled away, swallowing as she wiped the tears off her face with the back of her hand, looking away from him. "Sorry… I… I think I'll go take a shower…"

He smiled warmly, running his palm softly over her cheek, thumb brushing away some more tears, enjoying the fact that she leant into the touch.

"Okay… do you… well… want me to stay?" He waited for her to tense or to tell him off, to shout at him for even suggesting it, but got surprised when she nodded her head slowly.

"You know… just in case you need help with anything… as a friend of course… I just don't want you to be alone… in pain and all…"

She looked up again, smiling slightly, sniffling.

"Thank you… really… Thank you a lot."

He sighed, just giving her a short nod, watching her as she retreated upstairs, stuffing his hands in his pockets, absentmindedly whipping back and forth on his heals, sucking in his bottom lip, chewing on it.

*What have I gotten myself into there?*

He ran a hand though his short, fluffy hair, sighing again before he slowly followed her up the stairs, deciding to run a set of laundry while she was in the shower. He guessed that she hadn't gotten to do that in a while and was proved right as he saw the tile of clothes on the floor of her bedroom, mostly Randy's, but also some of hers.

She'd heard him walking into the bedroom even through the hot streams of the water soundly hit the tiles, flinching when she tried soaping her sore body up, wondering why he'd followed her.

She soon put that thought aside as she tried using her left arm, the cast wrapped in some plastic so it would not get wet. The pain was almost unbearable. She winced, holding her breath for a second, hearing the bathroom-door open.

"Are you okay?"

He had heard her, the wincing so loud that it topped the running water and he was there in an instant, worried that she might have hurt herself even more or that maybe something was wrong with the baby.

She sucked in a deep breath, tensing as she heard his voice, swallowing hard.

"Y…yeah… shit… just a bit complicated with the cast and all."

He bit his lip, a sigh of relief leaving his plump lips.

"Uhmm… you want me to help? I won't look… I promise…"

She could not help but chuckle as she slowly opened the shower-curtain, peaking her head out to see him standing there with his head lowered, but his cheeks flushed bright red.

"Would be nice of you if you could scrub my back… and maybe somehow my right side… I can barely move my left arm."

He swallowed hard, raising his head to give away the sincere ness in her eyes as he slowly walked over to the shower, breathing becoming heavy by only the thought of her naked form so close to him.

"I… sure… just give me the washing-glove!"

He tried to compose himself, not wanting her to know what he was thinking, not wanting to show any weakness, wanting her to believe him when he said he would not try anything again. He truly wanted to get back to being friends, good friends, without her worrying about him launching himself onto her again.

She smiled as she reached her hand out to him, handing him the glove before turning around in the shower, watching over her shoulder as he took one step closer, putting his hand over his eyes to cover them as he spread his arm out, hand searching for her back.

She almost burst out in laughter as she saw him fondling with the glove, cheeks beat-red as he tried to somehow reach her back without seeing.

"Cody… just look… it won't hurt me or you… come on… else it'll take years and the water will get cold before you finally get to my back."

He felt his hand shaking slightly as he removed it from his eyes, slowly blinking them open, biting his upper lip hard as his eyes grazed over her beautiful naked form. He had never realized the tattoo between her shoulder blades before, wondering what meaning it had the moment his eyes saw it. It was a broken heart with blood dripping out of it, strings surrounding it. He made a mental note to himself to ask her about it later.

His gaze traveled down the tanned skin seeing the few blue, dark-pink bruises on her lower back, tensing as her voice ringed in his ears.

"Cody? Back? Wash? Soap?"

She'd followed his gaze with her own, her good arm covering her front as her left, broken one rested on her side, head still turned to see what he was doing.

"Yeah… sorry…"

He slowly raised his hand, the soaped glove softly touching her bare skin, her shoulders first, carefully rubbing soothing circles over the tentative flesh, feeling her muscles tense and relax under his touch, wishing the glove wasn't in between his skin and hers.

His eyes stayed fixed on his hand, slowly moving it all over her back, tracing it from her shoulders to her neck, down to her shoulder-blades, her spine, her sides, to her lower-back where his gaze went a little lower as he licked his lips. He had never seen such a perfect bum, toned, trained, tanned, apple-shaped; even though she was five months pregnant, her body was still fit as ever, only her tummy had grown, her breasts…

He closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the images in his head, taking a deep breath as his hand went back up her side and to her right arm, sliding the glove up and down until he felt her hand covering his and he looked up to stare into those beautiful doe-brown eyes.

Before he could stop himself, he'd stepped under the shower with her, urgently pressing his lips onto hers, kissing her with all the passion and lust he found inside of his heart for the woman of his endless dreams, his hands gripping her hips tightly, still careful not to cause her anymore pain, but tight enough to show her how much he needed this as he turned her fully around, pulling her wet, naked body into his covered one.

Despite what she had said weeks ago, despite her denying any feelings for him, despite her better knowledge, she melted into the kiss, her right arm wrapping around his waist, hand slipping under his wet shirt, caressing his lower back.

The kiss soon became deeper as she granted his tongue access, her own tongue meeting his as the heat between them rose and she felt him growing underneath the clam material of his jeans, the bulge already big enough to be felt against her thigh as his hands wandered to her butt, gently caressing it, pulling her hips into his own, slowly rocking against her, the soft moan leaving her now swollen lips encouraging him even more.

He could not believe his luck… he finally had her where he had always wanted her. He finally felt her relax, finally felt her being at ease, finally felt her enjoying the mistake they were just making.

Mistake!

Randy!

This was wrong!

He suddenly pulled away, panting heavily as he almost stumbled out of the shower, bracing himself up against the wall behind him, his eyes wide as he shook his head.

"Shit… I'm sorry… so sorry… I shouldn't… I didn't…"

She bit her lip, watching the expression in his face turn from guilt to embarrassment to fear as Cody avoided her gaze.

"I'm sorry… you're Randy's… you love him… I said I'd never try it again… sorry…"

She groaned, shaking her head as she slowly, carefully got out of the shower, grabbing the towel hanging next to it and covering her front with it before walking over to where he was standing.

"Cody… look at me… please!"

Her voice was low and silent as her eyes pleaded with him and the smile on her lips as he finally looked up again almost took his breath away.

"It's okay… I wanted this, too. It's okay."

She took another step closer to him, getting on her toes to whisper in his ear.

"It felt good… thank you!"

With that she took a step back again, seeing him almost frozen, pushing his body against the wall, palms flat against the tiles, upper lip sucked in as he swallowed hard, audible, trying to form some words, but finding himself unable to do so.

She just smiled at him, warmly, softly, and he could have sworn he had seen a glint of love in her eyes as she turned around and left the bathroom without another word, leaving him alone, with enough time to think… or to calm down.

He slowly looked down at himself, seeing the wet clothes clinging to his tense body, the bulge in his now painfully tight pants still more than noticeable, realizing that he did not have any clothes with him to change into.

"Great…"

There you go.... Hope it's still good. I've a feeling that my slash-stories get better and better while this one gets worse... don't know why.

I'm glad about any review I get. Much preferred some creative input and criticism on what to change to make it better.

I have to concentrate on two other stories first before coming back to this one. So please bare with me!