Alright...enjoy! :)

Mara gripped the steering wheel tightly and leaned back in the seat. Her eyes were shut and her lips were pressed together; trying to building up the strength to leave the car. Finally, she grabbed her bag and her guitar and locked the door; trekking up the green hill. She sat down on the grass and took a deep breath. She pressed a kiss to her fingers and touched the engraved name on the stone gently. A tear slipped down her cheek.

"Lucy…" she choked out. "Sweetie, can I write you a song?"

She took out her guitar and strummed it slowly.

"Hey, Lucy, I remember your name…"

10…9…8…7…

Time went on; counting down, until the end.

His heart beat wildly in his chest.

6…5…4...

It was a race against time.

To save what he loved.

He went as fast as his body would let him. He pushed harder.

3…2…1…

"No!"

Eddie ran a hand through his sleep-ruffled hair, breathing heavily. His face and chest covered in a light sheen of sweat; he pushed the duvet away from him and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"Eddie, are you okay?" Patricia's tired voice questioned from the other side of the bed.

He didn't say anything and she kneeled behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He breathed out slowly and leant back into her. He held onto her wrists around his neck, making sure she couldn't get away from him.

"What did you dream about?" she asked, pulling one of her hands away from his to comb through his hair.

"Do you even need to ask anymore?" he ground out.

Patricia sighed. "I'm okay. Lacey is okay. The baby is okay. Our friends are okay. We're all fine." She assured him, kissing his temple. "Come on; everything's okay; don't worry. Let's go back to sleep."

"I-I'm gonna go get a drink of water. I'll be back." He murmured, leaving her embrace and exiting the room without another word.

Once he had drunk two full glasses of water, he headed back upstairs. On the way down the hall to the master bedroom, he stopped at Lacey's bedroom door. He cracked it open, peeking into the dimly lit room. In the far corner, his daughter lay, sleeping soundly in her bed. He kneeled beside the bed and brushed her cheek with his finger.

"Don't worry, baby," he whispered.

He pecked her forehead and left the room, trudging back into his room. Patricia sat up in the bed and he smiled softly at her. He switched off the bedside table lamp and found her lips in the dark, giving her a long, slow kiss that told her how much he loved her.

"Mick, I wanted to talk to you." Joy said as her husband entered the house.

He appeared in the kitchen doorway a moment later and he smiled. "What about, Joyful?"

"Well, the whole baby thing." Mick froze from his place in front of the fridge. "I understand that you're scared and nervous and worried, but you don't have to be—everything would be okay! I think that we should start trying. Maybe not now but in a few weeks, I guess. Now, we need to compromise—"

"Joy, this isn't gonna work!" he interrupted.

"…what?" she whispered.

"This baby thing isn't gonna work. It's not gonna happen. I'm not scared. I'm not nervous. I'm not worried. I just don't want to talk about this anymore!" he cried, gripping the ends of his blonde hair.

"Mick, we're not even talking about it—"

"Then stop. Stop bringing it up, Joy. Please." He begged and then he was gone, the front door slamming a second later.

Joy sat at the counter and swallowed. His eyes; they had held such strong emotion through the argument. He was hurting. His heart was breaking. And Joy didn't have any clue why. She had never seen such emotion in those crystal blue eyes before and it tore her apart. Why did he feel that way about having a baby? There had been many times that Joy could have gotten pregnant, but they never did.

Why didn't he want a baby?

So...some more Moy drama and some Peddie fluff-ish stuff...whatever you call that...and Mara went to visit Lucy! I think she's getting a bit stronger with the whole thing, yeah? What'd you think? :) Review...?

Such a large crowd of witnesses is all around us! So we must get rid of everything that slows us down, especially the sin that just won't let go. And we must be determined to run the race that is ahead of us. -Hebrews 12:1

-Rachel