Daniel and Lily had left about 6:30 or so to get a few hours of sleep before they headed to work. Michael left soon after remembering he had to meet with a client about her divorce. They only two that were left was Nick and Mark.

After she finally feel asleep he stayed there with her for a while before going back out and sat with her brother. The two didn't say much to each other but wanted the doctor to come back with good news. When Dr. Thompson finally came with news she was paged to an emergency C-Section and said she'd be back as quickly as possible.

Helen and Sophie as well as Derek called Mark to check if there had been any change in her condition. Nick's parents and sister called asking the same thing. The only bright spot in his very bleak morning was talking to his children. Once he finished that conversation he went back to Phyllis' room not wanting her to wake up alone.

She looked so small and fragile as she took regular breaths, and it broken his heart. She was Phyllis but she wasn't herself and he hated seeing her that way. Nick wanted her and their Blueberry to be fine.

He couldn't imagine anything being wrong with their baby, the baby they both loved. Phyllis was thirteen weeks pregnant and as early as it was, they were too happy now about this baby to lose it. He couldn't imagine losing Phyllis and this baby and to know that tonight he may have come close was enough to make him ill. He loved them, he couldn't lose them.

"Hey." Her voice whispered, a little raspy from all of the crying. "Hey." He looked up, immediately coming to his feet and walking closer to the bed. "You're awake." "I'm awake." She breathed, her hand running over her face before she looked around the bright room, quickly looking around. "Nick oh my…the baby Nick…what…Oh my…" "Shh…" Nick quickly sat on the bed and took her hand as she began to panic. "Phyllis...it's okay."

"What did the doctor say?" She asked quickly. "I…the doctor has not been back in yet but when she comes back we should know." "Oh…" "Phyllis?" "Yeah?" She bit her lips, barely turning her head to face him because her body felt entirely weak.

"Everything's going to be okay." Nick squeezed her hand, thankful that she had woken up. It wasn't a concern, she had just fallen asleep but after everything he just wanted her to talk and look at him. "Phyllis?" "What?" "I love you." He replied, before sitting gently on the bed."I love you too." She bit through the slight tears in her eyes. "Nick the doctor has to…"

"She'll come in." He breathed, running a hand on her face. He watched as she let out a deep yawn, causing her tears to be a little stronger as they came from her eyes. "Phyllis the baby…" "Don't tell me the baby is going to be fine." She bit her lip, as she wiped the corner of her eyes. "Please don't say it because if you do and Blueberry isn't…just please don't tell me that." "Okay….okay." He replied, leaning forward and putting his lips on her forehead as she began to quietly cry. "Phyllis…I'm so sorry." "I just...I want to know…."

"Phyllis…Nicholas." A feminine voice made itself known and caused them to pull away from each other. "How are you Phyllis?" "I'm fine…a little sore; the baby?" "What's wrong Dr. Thompson?" Nick asked, sitting up and getting off of Phyllis's bed while still holding her hand.
"Although I wish I could say exactly what is wrong, I do know that we were able to rule out placenta abruption and miscarriage." The doctor breathed as she typed something into the computer. "Now, one thing that I do know is that your blood pressure is too high."

"What do we do about that?" Nick asked nervously. "What about the cramping?" Phyllis asked as nervously as Nicholas. "The cramping was a result of the stress on you and the baby." The Doctor added, picking up the ultrasound jelly. "So, she's okay?" Nick asked. "Well she's just fine, but I do want to put her on modified bed rest for the week to keep the blood pressure down, then when we get there…we'll determine where she is at." She explained.

"So we'll do it right…?" Nick asked, looking down at Phyllis. "Right?" "We can do it?" Phyllis asked, her voice still tired. "We can, but we're going to have to discuss the restrictions." Dr. Thompson sat on the stool, located next to the bed. "Restrictions?" Phyllis whispered.

"The high blood pressure and the stress are a bigger concern for me." She explained, lifting Phyllis's night gown and squirting a little bit of the gel onto her stomach. "I already told you about the bed rest, but I want to limit some of your activity starting with no lifting of anything over ten pounds." "That's like…nothing." Phyllis replied. "Exactly." Dr. Thompson replied, "That will be key in the next couple of weeks to making sure that these sutures heal. I also, want to talk to you about the possibility cutting back your work hours for the duration of the pregnancy."

"I can do that." Phyllis agreed, looking over at Nick as her eyes turned red. "If it is possible, I would like you to work no more than four hours a day." The doctor added, "Jobs are a major stress elevator and from what I understand you're opening a new business which is double the stress." "I suppose I can…" She trailed off into a whisper.

"That's good." She added, "You're more likely to be able to go on with your normal routine. "That means everything will be semi-normal?" Phyllis frowned, wincing slightly as the cool gel was spread around her stomach. "It means we will be able to prevent preeclampsia and you'll get to hear this sound more."

"I…that's the heartbeat." Phyllis breathed, her voice choking back a weak giggle as she smiled at the screen. "The baby is okay?" "Your baby looks good." The doctor replied, "Nicely developed, a little bigger than the last time I saw you which is good." "That's good…that's great." Nick smiled, surprised by the tears poking at his eyes as he looked at his baby on the screen. "There are toes and a head and…you're sure the baby is okay?"

"I don't see anything wrong, I would like you to gain some more weight Phyllis." The doctor replied. "But that will be easier once you get some rest." "I'll eat more." Phyllis nodded, unable to stop looking at the screen as the beating of the heart became etched in her brain. "I'll make sure she eats." Nick replied, rubbing her head and looking at his baby. "And Phyllis will be okay?" "With plenty of rest, I can't see why not." The doctor stopped, focusing on an image before letting out a small smile

"I'll give you two the pictures of the sonogram." The doctor stood, turning off the screen and starting to wipe the gel from Phyllis's stomach. "That's…good." Nick laughed, before kissing Phyllis's head. "Dr. Thompson?" Phyllis asked breathlessly, starting to feel more and more tired. "Yes?" "What are the restrictions?"

"Limited walking, activity and sexual intercourse." "I…we can't have sex?" Phyllis frowned. "I would say no for the next week, but if you're looking good after your stress along with your blood pressure levels are down then I don't see why not." "Oh…that's good." Phyllis breathed, looking up at Nick.

"Phyllis, sex should be the least of our worries." Nick laughed before kissing her again. "And Phyllis, you're most likely to be taken off of sex restrictions you don't lift too heavily and you guys aren't too…rough." "We won't be." Phyllis said quickly. "I'm going to leave you two alone." The doctor announced as she opened the door. "I'd like you to get some more rest."

"Okay." Phyllis smiled weakly as the doctor left. Blueberry was fine, she'd have to make some changes, but her pregnancy could return to mostly normal if she made those changes.." "So…" Phyllis took a deep breath, "If I'm not stressing over the job…then I'm more likely to get off of the sex restriction."

"And if you're careful." Nick grinned, kissing her again as he placed his head next to hers. "You'll have a normal pregnancy and fewer risks." "I'm taking the next week off." Nick replied, rubbing her stomach. "If you're on bed rest…I want to make sure you're okay, so you can stay with me for the next week if you'd like."

"I don't have to have someone there the whole time." Phyllis replied, "I'll be fine." "I know but…I want to make sure you're okay." "Okay, but see how Cassie feels about it first." Phyllis smiled, breaking into a small yawn. "I will and you need sleep." "So do you." She whispered, her hand falling over his. "I know." Nick kissed her cheek. "Do you want me to go get Mark?" "Yeah." She whispered before the quickly left.

"Hey you." Mark said walking into the room with a smile kissing her cheek. "Hey." "How's Peanut?" "Good, and will be better." "That's good." He said looking at her chart. "You can't do that." "Do what?" "Look at that, you're not my doctor." "I beg to differ. I treated your face and all your other scrapes and bruises." "Fine."

"So bed rest for a week, sounds like funny." "Actually I will be. I get to relax and take a breath." "Well as long as you and Peanut are ok I'm happy." "We are." "Helen, Sophie, and Shep called to check on you." "Oh really?" "Yeah, Shep was worried shitless from what they tell me." "Well that's because he love me Markiepoo."

"I know, and my dad called." "He did?" "Yeah, he knew I was coming here. I'd just got off the phone with him when Nick came and got me." "Well next time you talk to him tell him I say hi." "I will. He wants you to come to the wedding." "He's getting married again?" She said shocked.

"Yep, wife number nine or ten I think." "Well best of luck." She said yawning. "You need to sleep." "I will." "Good. I'll be back to check on you later." "Ok. Love you Markie." "Love you Firecracker." He said leaving as Nick walked back in.

"Mom and Dad said they're glad you're ok and I left Michael and Daniel a message." He said. "Ok; Nicholas you're not going anywhere, are you?"

"Never." Nick promised climbing into the bed with her. He kissed her before closing his eyes, hearing his Blueberry's heartbeat play over and over in his head. All he could think about was that his baby was going to be ok. His Phyllis was okay. Even as he tried to drift to sleep, all he could do was keep his hand on Phyllis's stomach, because his baby was in there.

He moved his hand a little as Phyllis inched close, her tired body aligning with his. It had been a long night, ending with a smile he couldn't get rid of. The baby was okay, his Phyllis would be fine. There was still a risk, but those would be eliminated if she took care of herself and she seemed perfectly willing to do it. They were going to be happy.