After dinner, Samantha and Angela headed back into the living room, and Hank cleaned up what little needed to be done in the kitchen. Angela had shared with him about her pregnancy, so he insisted that he would go grab some crackers and ginger ale for her to have in the house. He also asked that she take it easy with having been in the accident and being in a "geriatric pregnancy"; the med student in him knew that needed more care than a normal pregnancy.

"It was so sweet of Hank to be worried about me, though I'm not THAT old yet. You did choose a good man, Samantha."

"I learn from the best! Dad was definitely a good role model for me to look for, and while no one will hold a candle to him, I think I got one pretty close. He's such a sweetheart! When we first found out I was pregnant, his first concern wasn't that we couldn't party with the other students, but what kind of car seat to get. Something we won't even need for at least six months from now, and we already have his or her first one on layaway."

"Aww, that's really cute! Your dad was already thinking that we needed to trade in the Jag for a more family friendly car." She looked so sad. "Well, I guess we won't be trading it in now."

"Mom, it's okay. She'll be okay, she's Mona after all. And as far as the Jag goes, you and Dad can now choose a car together. You bought the Jeep together, well kind of. I know that you "loaned" Dad the money for it."

"How did you know about that? Did your father tell you?"

"No, Mona told me and Jonathan after she overheard your conversation in the kitchen. Please don't tell her I told you that that was meant to be a secret like..."

"Like what?"

"Um, well, there are lots of things that you and Dad discussed over the years in the kitchen that one of us may have overheard and told the others. Sorry, Mom..."

"Ah, that's what all those hushed whispers were about between you three over the years. I'm not mad, after all, we are indeed a family. But what things were shared? Private things?"

"Maybe some, but if any of us overheard anything really personal, we kept it to ourselves."

"And what may I ask fell into that category for you?"

"Well, I did happen to overhear you and Dad talking about Kissing Rock, a few years after we went to get Jonathan from camp."

"What exactly did you hear?"

"I had heard you tell Dad that was the best first kiss you'd ever had, and he said 'so were you, Ingrid'."

"So, you know that..."

"Your first kisses were with each other? Yeah. But I never told Mona and Jonathan."

"Thank you for that, honey. So ironic that we were each other's first kiss, and now we're together, engaged, and expecting a baby."

"I think it's really sweet! It's as if you were destined to be together."

"Yes, it is. Owww!"

"Mom, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think so. My back and legs are hurting,"

"Do you want me to take you to get checked out? It could be residual from the accident."

"No, I think I just need to rest. After all, it's been a stressful day. But I do think I will sleep down here tonight. Could you grab me some blankets and a pillow?"

"Anyone need anything?" Hank asked as he came through the kitchen door.

"Actually, I was just going to grab Mom some blankets and a pillow from upstairs. Do you mind grabbing the cot down too? I'll stay here with her tonight."

"Samantha, you don't need to do that. That cot isn't very comfortable."

"I'm staying with you, to make sure that you are okay. No argument!"

"You are certainly your father's daughter! Ok, Hank, if you don't mind, it'd be great if you could bring those things down."

"Sure thing, Mom, I mean Angela."

"Hank, you are married to my daughter, and I'll be married to Tony soon enough. Please call me Mom if you want."

"Sure thing, Mom. Where is the cot?"

"Oh, I think it's up in the attic. And you can grab extra blankets from the cedar chest in my room. And grab the pillows off my bed."

"Anything else? Sam?"

"If you could grab that bag from Dad's old room, that'd be great honey."

"Yep, you got it!"

After Hank headed upstairs, Samantha helped Angela get settled on the couch. "Anything I can get you, Mom? Some tea maybe?"

"That'd be lovely. Thank you for taking care of me."

"Of course! Us pregnant gals need to stick together after all!"

While Samantha went into the kitchen, Angela briefly dozed off. She began dreaming of her and Tony in their house with 3 little blonde haired girls and 3 little brown haired boys. And they'd hired a new housekeeper named Alice. Sam and Hank were living down the street from them with 6 kids of their own, and Jonathan had moved into Mona's old apartment with his wife Marcia, who was also blonde. Between them, they had enough kids for their own baseball team.

"Mom, do you still want your tea?"

"Oh yes, thank you Sam. It was weird, but I was dreaming that we each had 6 kids. And I think my house was like 'The Brady Bunch'."

"That's funny! Although you and Dad having 6 kids together would be a lot. And me and Hank having 6 kids, that's crazy!"

"You'll be an amazing mom, my daughter. I love you!"

"I love you too, Mom."

Angela stood up to give her a hug, and suddenly doubled over in pain. "Mom! Are you okay?"

"Just some pain in my back...owwww!"

"Hank, come quick!" He came running down the stairs just as Angela crumpled to a heap on the floor.

"Sam, go grab the car and I'll carry her out. We need to get her to the hospital!"

"Put her in the back, and I'll sit back here with her."

As they reached Fairfield General, Angela was shaking and crying out in pain. Sam went in to grab a wheelchair as Hank got her out of the car. She checked Angela in, and waited with her. "Mom, do you want me to call Dad?"

"No, not yet, He's flying out tomorrow and I don't want him doing anything crazy like driving all night to get here."

"He's flying home?"

"Yes, he told me when I spoke with him earlier that he wanted to make sure with his own eyes that Mother and I are indeed okay."

Sam chuckled. "Oh, that definitely sounds like him!"

"Sam, can you call the nurse? I feel like I'm going to be sick." Sam went to grab the wash bucket just in time for Angela to empty her stomach.

There was a knock at the door. "Hello, Mrs. Bower, I'm Erica, your nurse for the next few hours. Can I get you anything? Someone from the lab will be in shortly to draw blood."

"Can I get a new bucket, or have this one cleaned out?"

"I'll take care of that for you. So, your daughter said that you are pregnant. How far along are you?"

"About seven weeks. I'm due in mid-June. Is my baby going to be okay?"

"We'll run some labs and do an ultrasound to see how everything's looking. Where is your pain currently at?"

"My lower back and legs."

"Your whole legs, or just the upper?"

"Mostly the upper part."

"Okay, I'll put that in your chart."

A few minutes later a phlebotomist came in to draw her blood. "Hi, Mrs. Bower. I'm Rachel. I'm just going to collect a few vials of blood today. I see on your chart that you are pregnant. Congratulations!"

"Thank you. How long do the results usually take, Rachel?"

"Usually about an hour, but I see yours is marked "rush", so maybe around 30 minutes."

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

"Sure thing. I hope you feel better soon!" Rachel stated as she left the room.

"Mom, I'm going to go out and update Hank quick. Will you be okay?"

"Yes, honey. He can come back if he'd like."

"I'll let him know."

"And please let him know how grateful I am for all of his help. And you too, of course!"

"I'll be back in a few."