For a short wonderful moment that morning Jethro forgot the events of the night before. He sat up and looked around the unfamiliar room and quickly realized he was in a hotel. For a moment he thought that he'd had too much to drink the night before. That would explain his throbbing headache and why he felt so weird. He reached for his cellphone and dialed Jenny's number to check in on her and make sure she had gotten home OK. On the other end Jenny's phone went straight to voice-mail. That's when it all came rushing back to him. Jenny was dead. She was dead and he would never see her again. She would never hold their child or watch her grow. He threw his phone across the room and watched it shatter against the wall. He didn't care about his stupid phone though. He hated that thing. He only had it in case Jenny needed him or went into labor and she was dead. So what did it matter?

"Leroy? Can I come in?" Jack asked from the doorway.

"Fine" Jethro replied.

"How you holding up?" Jack asked.

"For a while when I woke up. I forgot." Jethro replied.

"That's how it was the morning after your mom died. Sometimes I still wake-up expecting her to be beside me. It upset Darla pretty bad the first time I called her Ann. Luckily she understood after I spoke with her." Jack explained.

"I thought I had just had too much to drink and called her to make sure she was OK. It didn't hit me until her phone went straight to voice-mail." Jethro explained.

"Oh Leroy I am so sorry." Jack replied.

"I just want to hold her one more time." Jethro replied.

"Oh Leroy I wish I could let you do that but her body is so badly damaged." Jack explained.

"Don't think I could face her body anyway." Jethro admitted.

"I saw it last night. Her grandparents wouldn't come identify the body. So I did took care of her. It is going to haunt me for the rest of my life." Jack explained.

"Can't believe her family doesn't care about her." Jethro sighed.

"They're selfish people Leroy." Jack sighed.

"What about Emily how is she doing?" Jethro asked.

"I don't know I haven't heart anything since we left the hospital." Jack replied.

"No news is good news." Jethro replied.

"Very true now would you like to go see her?" Jack asked.

"I would love to see her." Jethro replied.

"OK I just have to call and check in on everything at home before we go to the hospital." Jack replied.

"Do the others know?" Jethro questioned,

"No, Darla and I agreed to wait until morning to tell them." Jack explained.

"Have you told Darla that Jen is dead yet?" Jethro asked.

"I am glad news spreads fast in Stillwater. I don't think I could handle telling anybody." Jethro admitted.

Abby ran down the stairs Tim followed close behind. Tony was still feeling too sick to get out of bed. She was a little mad that Darla decided to skip church that morning but she liked getting to sleep late. Even though it seemed strange that Jack or Jethro couldn't stay home with him. Jethro never went to church after all. When she got downstairs. She saw Darla sitting alone at the table she looked like she had been crying.

"Mom what's wrong?" Tim asked.

"Yeah you look really sad." Abby added.

"Where's Tony?" Darla asked.

"Upstairs he's still sick remember?" Abby explained.

"I know. Look I have some bad news for you three and I want to tell you all at once." Darla explained.

"OK let's go up to Tony's room." Tim replied.

"Where is everybody else?" Abby asked.

"You'll know in a minute." Darla sighed.

Abby and Tim followed Darla down the hall to Tony's room. They both knew that whatever they were about to hear was not just bad but really bad. The way Darla looked when they got downstairs and how she insisted that all three kids hear the news at once. It didn't help that Jethro and Jack weren't around. Abby was scared to death about what would happen to her if Jack died. Would Darla want to raise her as her own or would she get thrown out like Tony. Tim was worried about Darla leaving Abby behind too. Of course what his concern was, was never seeing Abby again. Abby was his best friend in the world. Tim and Abby took seats on the floor near Tony's bed. While Darla took a seat in the computer chair. That she had rolled over to be right beside Tony's bed. At this point in her pregnancy. Standing was unpleasant so she sat as much as she could.

"Tony?" Darla called as she gently shook him awake.

"What?" Tony asked groggily.

"We need to talk. I have some bad news for you and your brother and sister." Darla whispered.

"What?" Tony asked,

"Yeah what's going on?" Abby added.

"Please just tell us." Tim finished.

"This is going to be very hard to hear but last night there was a really bad car accident." Darla started.

"Oh no" Tony moaned,

"Dad or Jethro?!" Abby cried.

"Please tell me they will be OK." Tim begged.

"Actually it was Jenny." Jethro replied.

"What?! NO!" Abby cried.

"Is she OK?" Tim asked.

"How's the baby?" Tony questioned.

"The baby is OK but Jenny she didn't make it." Darla explained.

"NOOOOO!" Abby cried.

"No...No...No" Tim whispered.

"Jenny can't be. She just can't." Tony stuttered.

"Wait isn't the baby early? Shouldn't it be sick?" Abby questioned.

"The baby was born early but so far she is doing well." Darla explained.

"Where are Jack and Jethro?" Tony asked.

"They are in Scranton that's where the accident happened and where the baby is in the hospital." Darla explained.

"Can we go see them?" Abby asked.

"Maybe later in the week. After the funeral." Darla replied.

A/N: Jen's funeral may be in the next chapter. Which will be up soon. Please review and thanks for reading.