Looking down at Gracie and Jake as they slept in their cribs, Lucky couldn't help but feel guilty. His children were fine and Lance's life was dependent on if a donor could be found. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right. He wanted to help but he couldn't. All he could do was sit here and watch his own children, selfishly grateful it wasn't them sitting the hospital bed.

He felt helpless, again. Like when Cameron had his accident. Like when he found out about what landed Max in jail. Like when Lucas had told them Max was getting out of jail. He wanted to stop all of it, protect those he loved from every potential harm, and he couldn't.

All he could do was sit here and wait. Wait for a donor to be found. Wait to see if Max was released. Wait to see what Max would do if he was released. Wait. Wait. Wait. He didn't deal with it well when Cameron was hurt and he hadn't figured out a way to deal with it yet. Taking one last look at the sleeping forms of the twins, Lucky turned to go downstairs. He was tired of waiting. He needed to do something.

"Hey." Elizabeth looked up when she heard him make his way down the stairs. "They asleep?"

"Yeah. Out like lights. Where's Cameron?" he asked, not seeing him playing with the train he picked up the second he ran into the room when they got back from the hospital.

Smiling, Elizabeth gestured towards the basement. "He went downstairs. Punching Hello Kitty became so much more fascinating to him."

"Good." Lucky began to pace the length of the living room. He needed to focus on something, anything.

Seeing his agitation, Elizabeth raised a hand to stop him. "Lucky? I s everything ok?"

"What?" Lucky shook his head, momentarily confused by the question. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"You're going to wear a hole in the carpet. You're not fine."

"Really. I'm ok. I just..." Sighing, Lucky sat down on the couch next to her, running his fingers through his hair. "I just need to do something instead of sitting around waiting for the phone to ring."

Leaning forward, Elizabeth offered him the binder she had been paging through when he came downstairs. "There's always wedding plans."

Lucky shot her an amused look. "Wedding plans?"

"I know your mother has had most of this done since you were six, but we do have some decisions still to make. And Christmas will be here before you know it bub."

"Smart ass. No I just thought..."

"You thought what?"

"I thought with everything going on that you'd want to postpone a little."

Elizabeth sat back on the couch, surprised by his words. "I mean sure I want to find out about Lance and I want him there. But Dillon and Lucas would kill us if we postponed because of them. And it might be good for Lance to have something to look forward to. I guess I'll have to talk to Dillon, obviously not tonight, but if they are ok with it, I don't see why we would need to postpone."

"Lance." Lucky said slowly. "You thought I was talking about Lance."

"Well weren't you?"

"No. Well a little but not just Lance."

Elizabeth shook her head in confusion. "What other reason would we have to postpone?"

"Max."

"Max? Why would we postpone because of Max?"

"Elizabeth." Lucky reached out and grabbed her hands with his. "I know we are trying to keep this low-key, but odds are some press will get out about this. And then Max will know where you are."

"I thought of that." Elizabeth admitted.

"So you see why maybe we should think about postponing at least until we know what's happening with him?"

"No." Elizabeth shook her head stubbornly. "I don't."

"Elizabeth..."

"Lucky no. I did think about that. I did. And it freaked me out. But then Robin told me something, amid her instructions on how to take down children's toys…that made sense."

"And what was that?"

"She told me that I had the choice to live in fear. Of course she was using it for the argument that I should learn how to beat up defenseless balloons, but she was right. If I was afraid of what Max could do or might do, then I choose to be afraid of that. And I would be choosing to give him power over me. Again." She shook her head once more and looked into Lucky's concerned eyes. "He's taken enough from me. He doesn't get this."

"Are you sure? Because no one would blame you if you did want to wait because of him."

"I'm sure. The only reason we should consider postponing is Lance, and that's really up to Dillon and Lucas." Elizabeth offered him a smile. "We're getting married at Christmas. And you still have to help me with wedding plans."

Lucky kissed her forehead gently. "Fine. I'll help."

*****

She wanted to be at the hospital. She should be at the hospital, Georgie thought. The rest of her family was there. But even though she and Lucas had been getting along better lately, her cousin was under enough stress right now. If she showed up, there were good odds any little attention she paid to Lance would lead to a fight and that was the last thing anyone needed.

Pausing as she stepped outside of her car, she pressed her hands against her still flat stomach. Soon Lucas would no longer claim she was holding onto the ghost of her lost child with Dillon. Yes she would always mourn that loss, but this new baby would survive. She just knew it.

Of course she still had to figure out a way to tell Steven she was pregnant first. Then she could start telling the rest of her family. She had only told Dad, Alexis, and Robin because she was so overwhelmed. She hadn't called Maxie yet. Or Lindsay and Ronnie. She didn't even know where her mother was, let alone her phone number to tell her the news. No she had to tell Steven. Somehow.

Pulling the door of The Outback open, she searched the crowd for her father's familiar features. He had called almost as soon as he got back into town, requesting dinner with her. She assumed Alexis and Kristina would be joining them as well. It would be just nice to see her dad after his trip. She wondered if he had been successful. Did he accomplish what he set out to do?

Steven felt like he had been punched in the stomach. His beautiful wife was less than twenty feet away and he was scared to approach her. He didn't want to scare her, but he didn't even know what he would say. The entire plane ride home and he had nothing to show for it. He had even taken Georgie's fool-proof plan and tried to write it out. Before he realized what he was doing, he had a one-act play on his hands. And for what? She was right here, no longer a world away, and he didn't know what to do.

She walked up to the bar, barely missing him. His heart constricted and he worried he might pass out. Maybe he should just go. What if she didn't want him here? She wouldn't appreciate him not telling her he was coming home early. Well then he could point out that he had to hear from her father that she was pregnant. That's right pot. This is kettle calling. He sucked in a breath and closed the distance between them, lightly tapping on her shoulder.

Turning around, Georgie smiled, fully prepared to see her father standing there. "Well I've never known you to be late..." She started but the words died in her throat as the curly hair and blue eyes registered in her mind. It couldn't be. He wasn't supposed to be here. But here he was. "Steven?" she whispered, feeling tears prick her eyelids. "Steven?"

"It's me." Steven promised, pushing a wavy curl out of her face. Of all the ways to greet her and this was the best he could do. God, but he couldn't just assume she was happy to see him.

"But how...why...?" In the end she didn't really care about the answers, she was just so happy to see him. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him hard. "What are you doing here?"

"Are you mad?"

"Confused. But not mad." She pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. "Why would I be mad?"

"Why wouldn't you tell me about the baby?"

Georgie took a step back, stunned at his words. "The baby? Who told you about the baby?"

"So there is a baby." Steven pursed his lips together.

"Are you here because I'm pregnant?" The look on his face showed her question to be ridiculous. Of course he was. "You quit the film to come back for this didn't you?"

"I told them I had a family emergency." Steven explained.

Georgie buried her face in her hands. "I didn't want you to quit. I knew you would do this. I didn't want you to quit."

"I didn't quit," Steven argued, pulling her hands away from her face. "I explained that I was needed here and they understood."

"You didn't quit?"

"No. I knew you wouldn't want me to."

"I'm glad you know that. I don't want you ruining your career for me."

"Georgie!" He snapped.

"Steven you were going to turn down this job to work on a student film. I have reason to worry about this."

"Do we have to talk about work?"

"No." Georgie admitted. "I'd rather talk about our baby."

"Good. Come on, sit down." Steven led her to a nearby table.

"How did you find out?"

"Mac came to see me."

"Dad?" Georgie sputtered. "Came to see you? He was in Australia?" Did Alexis know about this? If she didn't, he was in so much trouble when she found out.

"He was concerned."

"Concerned? What would he be concern..." Georgie's voice trailed off as she remembered the look on her father's face when Alexis told him the news. She had seen it exactly one other time in her life. And she remembered exactly what happened after that. "Oh God." She groaned. "He asked if you were going to abandon me didn't he?"

"I'm not." Steven reached for her hands.

"I never thought that."

"Are you sure that isn't the real reason you didn't tell me? Beyond your concern for my work, are you sure you weren't just a little scared that I would?"

"No." Georgie shook her head and squeezed his hand. "Not even for a second. I was scared since we haven't exactly talked about this, about how we would handle this. And yes we still need to discuss your job and how this baby will affect it, but I never thought you would leave me."

"What happened with school?"

"I didn't get in the program." Georgie admitted softly.

"So you're telling me you thought I would wreck my career if I came home to be with you?"

"I thought you would give up a huge opportunity if you did exactly that."

"If I hadn't come home...are you at least in school now?"

"Yes."

"What are we going to do?"

"Well now that you are here, we're going to talk about all our options. And then we will decide based on what is best for both of us. Not just me ok?" Georgie smiled at him. "But first we're going to celebrate you being home."

"I am going to take such good care of you. From now on, I'm at your beckoned call. What would you like to do first?" This was the first time he'd been able to smile since the night they'd created their little miracle.

She rubbed her foot along the inside of his calf. "I think I want to go home."

"Yeah? Should we get dinner to go?"

"Definitely." Georgie smiled.

"Would you like me to carry you, Mrs. Webber?" Steven asked, standing up and pulling out her chair for her.

"No." Georgie smiled as she stood up. "But you can do one thing for me."

"What's that?"

"Kiss me. It's been too long."

"I was planning on doing that anyway." Steven grinned, enfolding her in his arms and bending her backwards. The moment he kissed her, he knew that if he ever tried to leave her, it would kill him.

"Welcome home Mr. Webber." Georgie whispered as they parted briefly.

"Forget the food. Let's go home." Steven tugged her out of the restaurant quickly.

"Whatever you say. Whatever you say."

"Oh I almost forgot."

"What?"

Stopping outside the restaurant, he crouched down in front of her and kissed her stomach. "My baby."

Georgie ran her hands through his curly hair. "Take us home Steven. Take us home."