If he never drank another cup of bad hospital coffee it would be too soon, Lucky decided as he sipped the lukewarm beverage. At one point it had probably been liquid but right now, it was closer to sludge. Deciding against poisoning himself further, he tossed the cup into a nearby trash can, shuddering as he heard it echo in the metal container with a disturbing thump.

He paused at the nurse's station, debating on whether it would be better to ask here or just walk down the hall. There had been no word all night from the hospital about Bobbie's condition. It had come as a shock when Elizabeth had pointed out that if anything had happened, the doctors would tell Cruz first before calling his dad. Even when he and Patrick had been shuffled out of the room last night, it hadn't really registered Cruz was being allowed to stay. Surely if something had happened, Cruz would have called someone to let them know.

Then again, Lucky reasoned, if the news had been bad, would Cruz have been able to call anyone? He knew from his own recent experience that if Lulu and his mother hadn't made the phone calls, it wouldn't have entered his own mind to do so.

Glancing at the clock above the elevators, Lucky realized he had an hour before Cameron's physical therapy session was over. If the news was bad, he was going to need time to call the rest of the family and calm down before seeing Cameron. If it was good, he would need to relax first before anything else could happen. He'd start at the nurse's station, he decided, then he would go down the hall. At least then he would be somewhat prepared for what he was going to walk into.

Now the question became which nurse should he ask? Who looked the most likely to tell him what she wasn't supposed to? As he attempted to size up the nurses as they checked charts and double checked monitors, Lucky realized he was completely lost at this. Where was Patrick when he needed him?

"Lucky, any word?" Patrick's voice bounced off of the hospital's walls as he closed the distance between him and his cousin as fast as he could without disturbing the calm brunette in his arms.

Lucky shrugged. "I was just going to ask." He explained. Spying Robin being carried and not hearing her scream about it, Lucky couldn't help but be curious as to what was going on. Glancing at Patrick, he noticed something different about his cousin. The fear and worry from last night were still there, but somehow it had been heightened. His cousin's eyes couldn't stop moving, glancing at every person as if they posed a threat. Patrick was an easygoing guy for the most part, and he wasn't suspicious by nature. What had happened between being run out of the hospital and now? Gesturing to Robin with his chin, he tried to get Patrick to focus his eyes on him. "What's going on? What happened?"

"Logan paid Robin a visit tonight." Patrick answered, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. "I have to get her checked out."

"Logan?" Lucky couldn't keep the confusion out of his voice. What did Logan have to do with this? And what had Patrick practically shaking? "Come on, let's go sit down."

"No, I can't. I have to get her to an exam room." Patrick argued, glancing in every direction, unsure which way he should be going.

"I'll get a nurse to call a doctor. You need to sit down or you're going to drop her." Lucky prodded gently, catching the eye of the nearest nurse to him. The young redhead's eyes widened as she took in the scene and offered a brisk nod before rushing off.

Patrick let Lucky lead him to a nearby chair. "I wasn't there for the whole thing. I don't know—" He broke off and wanted to shut his eyes but forced them to stay open. If Robin had to deal with this, then so did he. "I don't know how far he got."

"Just tell me what you know."

"I went to get some juice from the fridge. I wasn't gone for more than five minutes. In that time, Logan climbed through the bedroom window and, at some point, a lamp was shattered. That's how I knew something was wrong. I ran as fast as I could, but they were both completely still when I reached her room. She managed to knock him unconscious, but was practically mute when I got to her." Patrick explained gravely.

"Son of a bitch." Lucky swore under his breath. He had never particularly cared for Logan, but he hadn't thought him capable of this. Logan had better be in jail, because if he wasn't Lucky was going to make it his mission to put the younger man in the hospital. "Where is he?" he growled.

"Courtney called the police. They came and took him away. I went to give them my statement while Courtney stayed in the room with her. When I came back, she was cleaning like a mad woman and kept repeating herself, almost like a mantra she had to remember. She said she wouldn't let me bring her here." Patrick told him.

"So how did you manage that?"

"I mixed up some Ambien and put it in her iced tea."

"Whatever works I guess." Seeing the nurse approaching with a doctor, Lucky waved them over to the chairs. "I'm assuming you'll be going with her?"

"Unless they're planning on sedating me too." Patrick remarked before following them to the nearest exam room. It was going to be a long night. He prayed Robin was able to sleep through it.

Lucky put out a hand to stop his cousin before he disappeared. "I'll find out what happened to Aunt Bobbie and call Elizabeth. Do you need clothes or anything from your place?"

"I won't, but I bet she'll want something else to put on. Let Elizabeth pick it." Patrick replied. "And Lucky?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Lucky nodded down the hall. "Now go take care of her before I tell Mom and Aunt Bobbie on you."

Blinking, Bobbie squinted her eyes as she adjusted to the harsh light. It took a few moments to remember where she was, what had brought her here. Her hand rested protectively over her lower abdomen. Dr. Lansing had warned her that her pregnancy would be difficult, but she hadn't fully believed him until she had seen the blood when she had gone to the bathroom.

Her heart had thought and her mind immediately raced to miscarriage. Lucky and Patrick had tried their hardest, but they hadn't been able to disguise their worry from her. It had done nothing to calm her increasing anxiety. It wasn't until Cruz had crashed into the room that she felt on some level she would be able to survive this.

She smiled softly as her eyes focused on his form, folded uncomfortably in the chair next to her bedside. Reaching for his hand, she squeezed his fingers softly. "Time to wake up." She whispered.

"Huh, what?" Cruz sat up trying to make sense of why Bobbie was waking him up in the dead of night.

"Good morning," she smiled. "How did you sleep?"

"Did I snore?" Cruz asked in a worried tone.

"No more than usual."

"How are you feeling?" He wondered, moving his hand to rest over hers.

"Better. I still don't think staying here was all that necessary."

"It was very necessary," Cruz countered, stressing every word that left his mouth. "For both our sakes."

"You heard Dr. Lansing. Spotting is very common in women my age."

"I don't want to talk about Dr. Lansing or other women. I want to talk about how good it is to be sitting here with you."

"Sweetie, I'm fine." Bobbie squeezed his hand for extra emphasis. "We're both fine."

"Those nephews of yours are horrible at delivering accurate facts. All I could make out was Lucky yelling into the phone while Patrick was fighting with the drive-through speaker." He let his smile prove that the last part was a joke. He wanted to make her laugh, make her smile. He wanted her to know that she was safe with him, that he wouldn't sweat the small stuff.

Bobbie laughed lightly. "You did better than me. I thought they were speaking in Three Musketeers code."

"Was either of them talking to a suspicious-looking candy bar?" He smiled, reaching for her hand and intertwining their fingers.

"Baby that joke was lame even by your worried standards." She smiled as she looked at their connected fingers.

"Let's hope our daughter has your sense of humor." Cruz nodded slightly.

"I pray that every night for our son."

"Why do you continue to fight me? The book said that you know it's a boy when you carry it low..." He prattled on until her fingers touched his lips, silencing him.

"Sweetie. Why don't you just tell me what's really on your mind?"

"Besides our safe, sweet little baby?"

"Yes. Not that I don't enjoy this adorable excited part of you, but there is something else. I can tell."

"You always could read me just like a book. Alright, there is something." He sat up and kissed her softly, sliding his hand into her hair.

"Good. Now just say it."

"What would you think about...well I mean you'll...what I'm saying is—would you like to marry me?" Cruz barely got the words out before his throat started to close up in fear. This was what his friends had warned him not to do, to never do: make himself vulnerable.

Bobbie blinked rapidly. She couldn't have heard him correctly. Looking into his deep brown eyes, anxiety written all over his face, she realized she had. Her heart caught in her throat. "What did you just say?" she whispered.

"I did it wrong, didn't I?" He figured, fidgeting in his chair.

"Wrong?" She shook her head in confusion, sitting up higher in the bed.

"I've never proposed to anyone before." He declared, though he bet she already knew that.

"Sweetie, marriage? You want to get married?"

"Yes." Cruz responded hastily. "Don't you?"

"I...I haven't thought about it." And she hadn't. Not seriously.

"Well what do you think about it now? Do you want to get married?" Cruz asked cautiously.

"Baby, what brought all this on?"

"I don't want to waste any more precious time."

"So this is about what happened yesterday?"

"No. This is about loving you and this child."

Bobbie rested her hands on his face. "Sweetie I don't want you to do this because you feel you have to. I can take care of this baby on my own."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Cruz jerked away from her touch, sinking back into his chair.

"I don't want you to feel you have to do anything. I know you've talked to Lucas, and my son hasn't been quiet about what he expects."

"You think this is about your son?" Cruz asked incredulously.

Bobbie continued as if he hadn't spoken. "I know last night was a wake-up call for both of us, but we don't have to change anything. And certainly we don't have to change anything to make other people happy."

"Yeah." Cruz responded after a long pause. "Yeah maybe you're right." He got to his feet and stumbled over to the door. "I'm just...going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?"

"No. No I'm fine. Thank you."

"I'll be back. And it has nothing to do with obligation." He muttered, closing the door behind him.