Warning! Pure Bemmett fluff ahead.

The next morning, I woke on my back. Emmett was already awake beside me, lightly tracing patterns on my stomach. He glanced up at my face when I stretched.

'Morning. Nice pajamas.'

I looked down at my pink plaid pants and white shirt. On the shirt, there was a small cartoon dinosaur, above it saying 'Caution!' Below the dinosaur it said, 'Pregosaurus Rex!'

"See, I told you that you'd like it. How did you sleep?"

He laid back, staring at the ceiling for a moment before turning his head to me. 'Not well. Nightmares.'

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He sighed slightly, laying his hands down and looking away. I gently took hold of his hand, placing it on my stomach. He had been scared. Anyone could have seen that. He had to have apologized about a million times, no matter how many times I told him that it wasn't his fault.

I had a feeling that he was going to be scared for at least another few weeks, too. He would have nightmares about the accident, just like I had nightmares about the attack.

I suddenly got up, sliding out of bed and turning to him. "I'll be right back. Stay here."

I went to the growing nursery. I was just about done with the mural on the walls, and had figured out where I wanted the furniture. Purchases from my shopping spree with Kathryn littered the floor. I dug through a few bags before I found the home doppler.

Triumphant, I returned to my room and shut the door, sitting beside Emmett. He watched, confused as I opened the box and read the instructions. I dug through the box and pulled out the batteries, putting them in and turning it on.

Laying back, I lifted my shirt and started my search for the heartbeat. There were a few other noises before I found it, handing the monitor to Emmett. He relaxed into the bed, and I grabbed his other hand to hold the wand into place.

'We're fine,' I signed slowly. 'What happened yesterday wasn't your fault. Someone didn't see you, and you did all you could to keep us safe. If I had been holding on tighter, it could have all been avoided. It wasn't your fault, in any capacity. We're fine because of you.' I pointed to the doppler. 'That is your baby's heartbeat. Everything turned out just fine. I'm ok. He's ok. We're ok.'

I reached down to take hold of the wand again, and he didn't say anything. I closed my eyes, lacing my fingers together on my stomach to make sure the wand didn't slip. The sound filling the room had me drifting in and out of sleep. I jerked slightly when the room went silent, turning to him. He handed the doppler back to me, and I put it on the nightstand.

'I could feel you.'

I turned on my side to watch him.

'Behind me. I could feel you pressed against me. And the baby. It's not like I could forget anyway, but feeling it... it was a constant reminder to check my surroundings. Check for other cars. Take less populated roads. Be careful. Don't hurt them. Be careful. Go slow. Back away from that car. And then that car came over, and it almost got us, and my heart was in my throat, and then... you slipped. And I know... I know it wasn't much. You probably could have righted yourself. But I panicked. I couldn't let you fall off. And then everything... you were laying there... you were just... laying there... I was... I thought...'

'I know.'

'I remember thinking... she can hear. I can get her attention, I can wake her up, I can... I don't know. I don't know what I thought it would do. Calling your name.' He shook his head. 'I dreamed... I dreamed that it was worse. That when I got to you... it was bad. You were... it was bad. You... You didn't make it. Then it changed. My dream, it changed. You looked fine. But the way you landed... the baby...' I could see the tears in his eyes. 'You were right there, I could feel you, you were right behind me, and then you were gone...'

I gently took hold of his hand to get him to stop. I had been wrong. He hadn't been scared. He had been absolutely terrified. On a level I'm not sure I could imagine.

I reached up with my free hand and wrapped it around the back of his neck, pulling him forward. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, and I held him.

...

I tried to stop my laugh, not wanting pizza to fly from my mouth.

The day had taken a more lighthearted turn, though we were still in bed. We still wore our pajamas, even at three in the afternoon. We had ordered pizza, and Emmett had left the room long enough to retrieve it. No one bothered us, no one questioned us. We needed a recovery day, and they accepted that.

"We are not naming our child Winston! That's a horrible name."

'It's my grandpa's name! I mean, like what you picked is any better?'

"What's wrong with Mercury?"

'Mercury is a planet, not a name for a baby.'

"That's it, it's just time to start going through music. Pick a band, we'll find a name in there."

'Oh, that reminds me. I'll be right back.' He set aside his empty paper plate and got up. I leaned back against the pillows we had propped against the headboard. So far, the only names we had thought of that sounded halfway decent were Tiana and Wyatt.

It wasn't long until he came back in with his laptop and headphones. Not even ear buds, but legitimate headphones.

"What's all that for?"

'For you. Or... The baby. I read that babies develop hearing at 16 weeks, so I made a playlist. I put in mostly my music, in case the baby's deaf."

He laid back in bed and pulled up his music, scrolling through until he got to a playlist titled 'For Baby'. He opened it up and set the headphones over my stomach. I leaned over to scan through the titles, jumping slightly when the music started, the vibrations taking me by surprise. At the bottom of the playlist was something called 'Baby Rock', but had no artist. I pointed to it, raising an eyebrow.

'That's something... That I did. I played the drums. The day that I was knocked out.' He frowned as he felt me tense. 'You never told me what your nightmares were about.'

"You know when you said that you... you got to me too late? And it was bad, and... And all that? That's what I dream. But it's you." I shook my head and grabbed the headphones, putting them over my ears and quickly reaching over to turn down the volume. "I want to hear your drums."

He hesitated slightly and nodded, clicking on it. I focused on the sound, ignoring the look he was giving me. After a moment, I put the headphones back over my belly.

"It's good. I like it."

'Do you think he does?'

"I have no idea. I'll let you know once I start actually feeling him."

'When is that supposed to be?'

"I have no idea. Everywhere I read, people said it varied. It could be in five minutes, it could be in five weeks. It depends on the mom." I paused and frowned. "It's weird to think of myself as a mom."

'I know what you mean.'

...

That night, Emmett still didn't leave my room. We fell asleep together again.

After that night, we went back to sleeping in our own rooms, separately. At least, until one of us had a nightmare. Either he would come to me, or I would go to him. Over the next few days, it became so common that we didn't even seem to notice it anymore, didn't comment on it. One night he didn't even manage to wake me up. He was just there in the morning.

And it felt right.