In the middle of the room was a hospital bed. In that hospital bed, attached to various wires and a machine, lay his Lucy. James could only see half her face as she faced away from the door while lying on her back, but he could make out a rather large bandage on her forehead.

He quietly stepped towards her. Part of him wanted to run, hug her, feel the baby kick, find out what's wrong, but the other part didn't want to disturb her slumber. That part was also afraid of what might find out.

He looked down at her left hand with her middle finger in a brace. Without thinking he reached out and stroked her hand. He immediately retracted his hand when she stirred. Darn, he wanted to kiss her.

But, no.

He retreated to a white plastic chair near the head of the bed.

No sooner did he sit down than Lucy shifted positions and blinked her eyes open.

"James," she croaked, her eyes watering.

He ran to her, though only a few steps, carefully sat down on the bed, leaned over, and placed his lips on hers in the most satisfying kiss of his life. When they parted Lucy wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. The two wept into each other's shoulders.

"They're monitoring the baby," she whispered in his ear while still holding on. "I've barely felt anything since the accident. I don't know what that means. I'm scared."

James moved a hand to Lucy's bulge. He wasn't expecting to feel anything and he didn't, but he was glad to see her belly just as round as when he Face Talked with her earlier.

"What about you?"

"Me?"

James sat up, finally getting a chance to really look at Lucy.

"Just bumps and bruises," she admitted. "A few stitches in my forehead and a broken finger. And I wrenched my back. They have me on an epidural which I hope explains why I can't feel him move."

"You're okay?"

"I'll be okay. Just have to see if Baby Diamond makes it out okay." She rubbed the spot where James's hand had been. "They-they said they heard his heartbeat, but might want to do a more extensive test when the obstetrician comes in the morning. I won't forgive myself if something happens to him. "

"It was an accident, Luce."

"A big time accident. One that could have been prevented. I should've been at home watching dumb movies, eating nasty junk food, and watching myself get fat. I should have been taking care of him. No, I had to be selfish and put him in danger. I risked his life for my own enjoyment."

James wiped away the tears that had once again started falling down his girlfriend's cheeks. They kept coming so he handed her a tissue from the bedside table.

"The Lucy I know wouldn't just sit around and watch herself get fat. She likes to live life to the fullest."

"And look where that got me." Lucy waved her arm to indicate the room she was in.

"Hey, it was a bus accident. It wasn't like you were bungee jumping off the side of the Grand Canyon. Car accidents happen every day. This could have happened on the way to the doctor or to the store or wherever. This is not your fault and being on tour did not do this."

"I just—"

"I know. I haven't met him yet, but I love the little guy."

"He loves you, too. You know he loves it when you sing."

Placing his head next to Lucy's belly, James began singing a lullaby.

Hush little baby, don't say a word; Daddy's going to buy you a mockingbird…

.O.

"Excuse me, sir."

James opened an eye and closed it.

"I need to get to the patient."

James opened both eyes this time and saw a nurse standing before him. In the process of stretching he hit Lucy in the side.

"Hey!" she groaned in her sleep.

"I need to get to the patient," the nurse repeated.

Slowly, James sat up.

"All right," he mumbled as he climbed out of bed. He must have fallen asleep while singing to the baby, but being squished to the edge of the bed he felt like he'd gotten less than nothing at all. He sat in the patient's chair while the nurse, orderly, or whoever it was that did it, took Lucy's blood pressure.

"Mmm," the nurse murmured.

Having almost lolled back to sleep, James sat up abruptly almost giving himself a feeling of whiplash. He looked over at Lucy who was sleeping through all of this.

"I do not like the look of this," she said to James after scribbling some numbers on a chart.

James wanted to ask her what she meant but she had already wheeled her machine out of the room and left.

"I heard that," Lucy mumbled not opening her eyes.

"'Ve you been awake this whole time?" James asked climbing back in bed with her.

"Only when you hit me."

"Everything's going to be all right." James pecked her lips.

"I know." Lucy snuggled into James's side and the two drifted off back to sleep.

Sometime later James was awakened by a shrill cry next to him.

"Lucy?" He turned to see a rather sharp grimace on her face.

"I—I—" she said between shallow breaths. "Turned—ow—back—pain—wearing—off."

James put his hands on her to rub her back but immediately retracted when Lucy shouted, "Don't touch me!"

A nurse came an excruciatingly long time later it felt like, after James called for one.

"Your epidural's worn off."

Lucy rolled her eyes and then scrunched her face up in pain.

"I'm just going to let you sleep," James said sitting in the chair rather than the bed after the nurse gave Lucy another epidural. Once the medicine went through her entire body relaxed. No sooner did those words come out then a doctor entered the room.

"Lucy Stone," he read off a chart in his hands, "how are we feeling?"

"Better."

"You just received another epidural for your back, am I right?"

"Yeah."

"And your blood pressure this morning was rated rather high."

"OK."

Lucy and the doctor went through the usual protocol discussing her injury and level of pain. James drifted in and out during the conversation but he completely zoned in when the conversation changed.

"Now about the baby. Do you feel any pain or discomfort in your abdomen?"

"No. In fact, I can't really feel anything down there. I haven't felt the baby move since the accident."

"Yes, you mentioned that yesterday. So you haven't felt anything since we last talked?"

"No, sir. Before, he was becoming quite active. James spent a few weeks with me and after he left I started feeling him kick for the first time."

"But, now, nothing?"

"Right."

"All right. We still have a heartbeat," He pointed to one of the lines on the screen Lucy was attached to. "But, we can do a further examination if you'd like."

James scooted the chair close to the bed and reached for Lucy's hand once the doctor left, running his thumb over the cold metal brace on her finger. The tears in her eyes broke his already breaking heart. Heck, he was on the verge of tears himself. He couldn't believe this was really happening to them.

"Why didn't you call me yesterday?" He asked. "I was worried sick. No one would talk to me. I'm two thousand miles away with no idea what's going on."

"I did call you," Lucy said. "I told you everything was fine and you were okay with that. I had to use my manager's phone because my phone was broken in the wreck."

James shook his head. "No, you never called me and your manager sure as hell never picked up his phone when I called. Like he was purposefully avoiding me or something."

"I swear I remember calling you! It's very vivid, but now that I think about it, it could've been a dream. I was kind of out of it yesterday."

"'S all right now. It's definitely much better now seeing you. You can't imagine how worried sick I was. Your phone was out. No one except Greg was willing to talk to me and he knew nothing. I was afraid something so awful had happened no one could bear to tell me the news."

"I'm sorry, Babe. I thought I had told you. I'm guessing I also didn't talk to my parents."

"Your mom called me but I knew nothing so there's nothing I could tell her. Wanna call her now?"

"Can we not, please? I really don't want to get into it with my mom and if my dad's there, well…I just…" she patted her stomach with her free hand.

"The doctor said there's a heartbeat."

"A faint one."

.O.

"There's the baby." The nurse pointed to the black and white image on the screen. They had performed an ultrasound yesterday but with Lucy in a more cognitive state the doctor thought it a good idea to do it again.

Lucy's grip on James's hand tightened.

"He's okay?"

"Look at the perfect little head," the nurse pointed out.

"There's a foot," James spotted.

"With five toes," the nurse counted.

"Hey, Baby," Lucy said. "I hope you're doing okay in there. I'm sorry about yesterday. I should have never put you in that situation."

"Luce—" James started.

"You're my precious little baby and if anything ever happened to you…"

"Hmm," the nurse murmured.

"What?" James asked nervously. Lucy chattered on to the baby apparently not having heard anything.

"Nothing," the nurse said quickly.

"That doesn't sound like nothing."

"It's nothing. Nothing. I'll get the doctor in here to talk to you."

"J-James?" Lucy's voice quivered. "What's going on?"

"I don't know."

"It's the baby, isn't it?"

"It's going to be okay, Lucy."

The couple sat in silence for a few minutes waiting for the doctor. James wished their regular doctor was here, but he was in Los Angeles and they were in Youngstown. Actually, he wished his mom or Mama Knight was here. He didn't like the feeling of having to be the trusty adult. He didn't want this responsibility. He wanted to be a kid and not worry about anything.

"Lucy, you haven't had any bleeding since you arrived yesterday?" The doctor asked immediately upon entering the examination area.

"No, sir."

"OK. It's probably nothing, but we have to check."

"Ch-check what?"

The doctor placed a hand on his chin as he looked over the ultrasound.

"This white spot could indicate fluid in the baby's stomach."

"What does that mean?" James asked carefully.

"Fl-fluid?" Lucy questioned.

"It could be nothing. Or it could indicate placental abruption."

"What does that mean?" James asked.

"Y-you mean de-detached. The baby could be detached?"

"It's probably nothing. You haven't experienced any bleeding yourself, no abdominal pain, no contractions?"

"No."

"But you have the back pain."

"From the accident."

"But, unfortunately, that's a sign as well as not feeling your baby move."

"Am I—is he—"

"We'll have to do further testing. Don't be scared. His heart rate is in the normal range. This is just a precaution. I'll be right back."

James took a deep breath. What did this mean?

"What does this mean?" He asked.

"We could lose the baby." Lucy burst into tears.

James's throat closed up. He couldn't talk. He couldn't breathe. Lose the baby? That wasn't possible. That wasn't going to happen. They weren't going to lose the baby. Baby Diamond was going to be just fine. Everything was going to be okay. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening.

"James?"

"I'm okay," he croaked finding his voice. He took a deep breath and wiped his eyes, not realizing he had been crying. He squeezed Lucy's hand. She squeezed back. They squeezed together. "We have to get through this. We will get through this."

.O.

Back in the room, Lucy slept. They had given her something, something they assured was safe for the baby, to let her sleep. She needed sleep. James needed sleep but he knew he wouldn't be able to with everything running through his head. He kept watching the heart beat monitor. As long as the heartbeat line moved up and down he was still there.

He placed a hand on Lucy's abdomen.

"Baby, give me a sign," he pleaded softly.

Nothing.

Trying to get his mind on something else he took his phone out of his carry-on. After plugging in to recharge and turning it on he noticed tons of missed calls and text messages.

Oops.

He hadn't thought about letting everyone else know what was going on.

He dialed the one number he knew he needed to talk to.

"Hello?"

He burst into tears.

"James? Honey? What's wrong?" Mama Knight's soothing voice said over the line.

"He's—he's—"

"He's what? Who's what? The baby? Something's wrong with the baby?"

He took a deep breath and tried to get it out. "He's—he's—he might be—I don't know."

"You don't know what? I don't understand what you're saying, James. Is Lucy all right?"

"She had to have stitches in her forehead, but aside from that and back pain she's good."

"And the baby?"

"He-he, because of the accident, he might be detached. They think there might be fluid in his stomach and…" he couldn't continue.

"How bad is it?"

"I don't know. No one knows. They've got Lucy scheduled for an MRI in a few hours. She's sleeping right now."

"They definitely think he's detached?"

"They don't know. They don't know anything. The doctor said it's probably nothing to worry about but how can you not worry about this!"

"I'm so sorry."

"Are the guys there?"

"Kendall's down at the pool."

"I'm going to call him."

"Good idea. I'm here if you need anything."

"Thanks, Mama Knight."

He glanced over at Lucy still sleeping. It was going to be okay. Think positively. He just needed to remain positive.

"James!" Kendall answered the phone. "Hey guys, it's James."

"Who's all there with you? Did you put me on speaker?"

"Just Logan, Camille, and Carlos. Oh, and the Jennifers and…just about everyone except Jo."

"I really don't want to talk about this in front of the entire Palm Woods."

"That bad?" James heard some fumbling around. "OK, I took you off speaker."

"Can you, uh, go somewhere private?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Bring Carlos, Camille, and Logan."

About five or so minutes later the four were back in the living room of 2J sitting on the orange couch. Mama Knight joined them. The only two people missing were Katie and Jo. Jo was at a rehearsal for something James didn't know, and Katie was at the park. James didn't feel like waiting for her to come back. He could just tell her the news later.

"What does that mean?" Carlos asked after James relayed the news about the baby.

"I don't know. Lucy thinks we could," he gulped, "lose the baby."

"Do you really think that's a possibility?" Camille asked.

"I don't know. We'll know more after the MRI."

"Call us as soon as you know anything," Kendall said.

"It's just one spot," Logan reassured. "The chance of this is really low. You need to stay positive for Lucy."

"I'm trying." He turned his head when he heard her groan. "She's waking up now so let me tend to her." He hung up his phone and scooted the chair closer to the bed. "Are you okay?"

"I have to use the bathroom," she yawned.

"Need some help?"

"I can manage."

"With all the wires and such?"

"I can do it."

Eventually, she did make it into the bathroom. James stood outside the closed door just in case and at the sound of a tiny whimper he burst in. Lucy sat on the toilet staring at her underwear.

"Do you think that's?"

"What? Do you see something? Are you bleeding?" He knelt down to examine the female undergarment.

"I don't know. Do you think that's?"

Next to where Lucy's thumb held the panties was a small brown spot.

"It could be anything, Luce."

James looked into Lucy's eyes and then wrapped his arms around her. The two just sat there, Lucy on the toilet and James on the floor, crying into each other's shoulders.

Heavy feels.

I have not forgotten about Logan and Camille, if you're wondering.