My car had been dead this morning before school, and Emmett had already left. I managed to get a ride from Regina, and had texted Emmett to pick me up after school. I ignored the looks I got as I sat out on a bench, staring down at my phone.

I heard his bike before I saw him. We had been getting closer. His attack had only been a few days ago, and though his bruises were almost gone, part of me was still convinced he wasn't fine. Every night, I had tried sleeping in my bed, only to wake up from a nightmare. And every night, I had crawled into bed next to him. At this point, I think he expected me.

By the time I made my way to him, he was already holding out the second helmet, looking uncertain. 'Are you sure you aren't too far?'

"I figure if I can fit behind you, I'm not too far." I shrugged and clicked the helmet into place, climbing on behind him. I wrapped my arms around his waist, my belly pressing against him.

He tried twisting his head to see me. 'Ok?'

I just gave him a thumbs up, and he was off.

It soon became clear that we weren't going home, yet. He went down various backroads and alleys, trying to avoid traffic. As far as I could tell, it looked like we were going to a park at the edge of town. It was large, and had a lake and plenty of trees, so it was usually easy to find a spot that was fairly private.

I closed my eyes, my hold relaxing very slightly. I trusted him. I was getting closer to him, letting him back in. I could tell it was happening, yet I didn't care quite enough to stop it. At this point, I wasn't sure if I had actually forgiven him, or if I was just desperate to put Simone behind us. And at this point, that was good enough for me. Despite getting closer, though, we hadn't kissed. He hadn't tried again, and I wasn't completely convinced I wanted it to happen. I knew that once we had that kiss, the fight was over. We would be together again in a second.

We suddenly jerked, and I slipped a bit to the side-without Emmett. My hold had loosened too much. My eyes snapped open in time to see his arm reach back, trying to stop me. His movement caused him to swerve into oncoming traffic, facing a semi-truck, and there was already a car in our way to the right. My arms tightened around him, not quite realizing I was screaming until I was drowned out by the semi's blaring horn. Emmett went as fast as he could go, continuing to the left until we left the road, hitting the grass briefly before it gave out under us.

With the speed of the bike, we started to fly over the ditch, but the other side was just a bit higher. The front tire hit the ground and the bike tilted, throwing us off. Emmett fell from my arms, and I barely managed to curl myself around the baby before I landed on my side. I slid a couple feet before coming to a stop. I slowly uncurled, groaning. I looked up, but only saw the road, no sign of Emmett. I slowly rolled onto my back, wincing, my ribs screaming at me. As far as I could tell, they took most of the damage, but they weren't far from the baby.

My hands moved to my belly, feeling for damage, hoping that I would feel some movement-despite having never felt anything, before. Over the ringing in my ears, somewhere to my right, I heard him. "Bay?! Bay!" I wasn't sure if I knew his voice so well because he never used it, or because it was so distinctive. Or maybe it was just because I liked his voice that much. As far as I was aware, he only used it with me. It could easily make the list of my top 5 favorite sounds.

I was pulled from my mind when I felt his hand on my stomach. His helmet had been discarded somewhere, but it had to have been on when he hit the ground. It didn't look like he had any scratches on his face. My helmet wasn't the full motorcycle helmet he had... I probably had scratches.

He checked me over, lightly pressing on my stomach, searching for any signs that it hurt. I cried out, when he touched my side, and he quickly pulled away. I heard another voice, and I realized someone had stopped to call 911. How nice of them.

It took me a moment to realize that Emmett's hands were moving. I was hoping that my delayed reaction time was because I was in shock, and that it wasn't some kind of serious injury. I probably also had adrenaline rushing through my body. Did that act like caffeine? Crap, was adrenaline bad for the baby? No, wait, I had to focus. Emmett was talking to me.

'Bay, come on, talk to me. Where does it hurt? Just your side? Does your stomach hurt? Is the baby ok? I didn't see, how did you land? Baby, come on, you have to focus. Talk to me, Bay. Are you ok?'

I tried to sit up, unlatching my helmet and dropping it to the side. He gently put a hand on my shoulder, keeping me down, and I didn't fight him. I took hold of one of his hands, bringing it to my lips and kissing it softly, pulling his other hand to rest on my stomach. It was much like the position he had used to calm me, and it seemed to help him a bit, as well. His eyes were still wide, flicking from my face, to my stomach, to my side, down my legs, back to my face. I lifted my hand from his on my belly, signing only, 'Ok.'

I heard the sirens soon after. I looked in their direction and pointed. He turned, seeming to relax further at the lights. It wasn't long until a couple men came out, carrying a stretcher. "No, guys, I don't need that, I'm fine. I can sit."

"Miss, are you hurt?"

Oh, so they were just going to ignore the sitting thing. Ok, then. "Yeah. My ribs, on the left side. I don't feel anything else. I mean, I feel them. They don't hurt."

"And you're pregnant?"

"18 weeks. I was thrown from the bike on impact." I winced slightly as they moved me to the stretcher, and someone turned to talk to Emmett. He wasn't watching them, though, his eyes never moving from me. I raised my hands. 'They're asking you questions. Are you hurt?'

The man talking to him paused and glanced at me. "He's deaf?"

I ignored him, watching Emmett. 'Could you interpret?'

Had he ever asked me to do that before? I couldn't quite remember at the moment. 'Yeah. Of course.'

'My back hurts. And my shoulder. On the right. But I'm moving alright. I don't think it was too bad. I can sit. I'm riding with you.'

"His back and right shoulder hurts. He can ride with me, right?"

They seemed to hesitate slightly, but deemed it was in everyone's best interest to allow it. They loaded me up and waved Emmett in. They asked the occasional question, and I interpreted, though they mostly just worked in silence. I held Emmett's hand until we made it to the hospital. Once we arrived, they asked about family to alert, and I told them Kathryn's number. She would manage to get everyone else here within minutes of getting the message.

The hospital itself was a blur. They ran me through some tests, and finally the verdict was that I had gotten off extremely lucky. I had some bruised ribs, scrapes and bruises, but no other harm was done. My baby was just fine. At some point, they had carted Emmett away from me so they could check him over, as well. I had a feeling he was going to get the same news.

I was now sitting in a hospital room, waiting for Dr. Olenick to get here just to confirm that the baby was alright. I closed my eyes for what felt like five minutes when the door slammed open, and I was surrounded by my mothers, Daphne, and Toby.

I smiled slightly at them. "It's just not our week, is it?"

"Bay Madeline Kennish, don't you start. Are you alright? Is the baby alright? Where's Emmett?" Kathryn was already checking me over, pressing lightly on my stomach. It seemed like she was the 20th person to do that, today.

"I'm fine. My worst injury is bruised ribs. We're just waiting for my obstetrician. They're 99% sure that the baby is also fine, but we wanted her to input the final 1%. They took Emmett to check him over, but he's fine. He was moving around just fine earlier, no blood or anything. Guys, I'm really tired."

I had to have looked pretty bad for them to give in that easily. I closed my eyes again, and was quickly asleep. That was something I really liked about Sign Language. I'm sure they were still talking furiously over me, but I didn't hear a thing.

...

"Ok, so I hear Mom got in an accident!"

I slowly forced my eyes open, watching Natalie make her way inside. At some point, some equipment had been pulled into my room, and Emmett sat next to me, his right arm in a sling. 'What happened?'

'Just a sprain in my shoulder. It should be fine in a couple weeks. Everything else is fine. You?'

'Bruised ribs.' I looked up at my doctor. "Yeah. We got thrown off his motorcycle. They were pretty sure that the baby's fine, but I wanted to make sure."

"I'm just glad I was called. If you told me in two weeks at our next appointment, then I would have been upset. What were you doing on a motorcycle?" She raised an eyebrow as she pulled on a pair of gloves.

"My car wouldn't start this morning, and this has never happened before. I still fit alright, and Emmett's a great driver. I think someone almost hit us?" I looked to Emmett for confirmation. My eyes had been closed for the initial jerking, but he had never done it before.

'Someone was changing lanes and almost hit us.'

"Yeah. Someone almost hit us. He was avoiding them, and I wasn't hanging on as tightly as I used to... I trust him. But then because of that, I slipped, and he tried to catch me, which made the bike turn, and just... It wasn't good."

"Mmm." She hummed, feeling along my stomach, concentrating. She pulled away and grabbed the Doppler, turning it on and handing it to Emmett. It looked like he was gripping it tighter than usual-despite holding it in his right hand with the sprained shoulder-and his eyes never left it.

The loud whooshing sound filled the room, and Emmett's hand tightened further around the device. He dropped his face in his other hand, covering his eyes as he took deep, shaking breaths. I reached out and gently stroked his hair.

"Baby's at a good, strong heart rate..." Natalie murmured gently. She left the wand on my stomach a bit longer than usual, and I knew it was for Emmett's sake.

"Thank you..."

"Of course."

After a minute, she pulled the wand away, and the noise stopped. Emmett's head snapped up, instantly tense, but relaxing when Natalie showed him the wand. He took the device into his left hand and handed it back to her. She turned it off before sticking her head out, calling for the ultrasound technician and returning to us.

"Not my equipment, so I can't do it."

The technician didn't leave us waiting long, and soon my shirt was up, the goo was on, and the picture was on the screen.

I felt almost like I was cheating. We were supposed to be doing this part in two weeks, but it looked like we got an extra showing.

Emmett held my hand against his lip, his eyes glued to the screen. When the technician found the baby, he let out another shaky breath. The baby made a small, almost imperceptible movement, and Emmett dropped his forehead on our joined hands, closing his eyes.

I'm not sure if I was supposed to see the tear that fell or not.

...

That night, we were back home. I laid on my bed, lightly stroking my stomach, unable to sleep. Now that I was alone, I was given time to think, time to play over all the horrible ways today could have gone. We had gotten off easy.

For the horrible things that had happened this week, we had been fortunate. Emmett hadn't been badly hurt in the attack, neither of us had been horribly hurt in the crash... Still, my mind played it over and over. What if the baby had gotten hurt? What if Emmett hadn't been able to get out of the way of the semi? We could all easily be dead right now.

My mind quieted when I heard the soft click of my door closing. I reached behind me and pulled back the covers. Emmett slipped in behind me, wrapping his right arm around my waist, his sling probably back in his room.

With his hand over the baby, I finally got to sleep.

I hope you all appreciate the self restraint it took to do this all in one chapter, instead of finding something else to write about and ending the chapter with the crash. I was really tempted to find a way to end this with 'and then I was flying through the air'.