A/N: Life continues to be busy, but I'm still committed to finishing this story as well as my others. I hope you enjoy the new update.

C POV

"Ok, Bye." I put the phone down and run a hand through my hair. "Fuck", I mutter.

"Should I come back?" I see Ana standing by the door of the study. "I'm only asking because you look like Grumpy Cat." I can't help but chuckle at her comment.

"I'm close to feeling like Grumpy Cat." She crosses the floor and sits down in my lap. "I've got to go to San Diego tomorrow. The fiber optics deal we've been working on with the Medlin Corporation is hanging on by a thread, and the only way we can even attempt to fix things is face to face. I should be back late tomorrow night."

"Ok", she shrugs.

"Ok? You sound like you're not going to miss me." She lightly punches my arm. "What was that for?"

"For thinking I wouldn't miss you. Of course I'll miss you, but you've got work to do. Besides you'll be back in no time." She's got a point, but I'm still not feeling great about the trip. "You sound and look like you've got doubts about going."

"I don't want to leave you. You're pregnant", I sigh.

"And I'll still be pregnant when you get back", she teases. "It's sweet that you want to be here for me, but you can't cancel work because of it." Her lips graze mine. "The baby and I will be fine."

"You could come with me. I can extend the trip, and we can have a little babymoon after the meeting. How does that sound?"

"Like a nice idea, but I'm going to pass on the babymoon. At least for now. I'm in the middle of getting the agency set up so I can't really take time away. Please understand."

"I understand. I'll go to San Diego, but I'm going to be calling and texting every chance I get."

"We can get the cost down only if we use a lower grade material", Dan Medlin says during the meeting to discuss our fiber optics deal. "However, I wouldn't suggest it. Lower grade materials aren's very dependable."

"I agree", I reply. "I'd rather spend more and have things go smoothly. The last thing we want is for something to go wrong and end up back where we started."

"It sounds like we've got everything in order", Ros says as she closes her folder. The three of us stand and shake hands. "I'm confident this is going to be a great deal for everyone."

"I share the same sentiment", Mr. Medlin replies as my phone rings. "I'll let you answer that." He and Ros step away to continue discussing the deal while I look at my phone and see Ana's name on the screen. I told her I'd call once my meeting was over, but I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong.

"Hey, baby, I just finished my meeting." I hear Ana breathing on the other end, yet she doesn't speak. "Ana?" The more silent she is the more worried I become. "Ana, what's wrong?"

"My mom", she manages to say. "She was in a car accident. Sawyer's driving me to the hospital." I wish there were a magical way to reach through the phone and hold her.

"Baby, it's going to be ok", I tell her while Ros and Mr. Medlin look on. "I'm going to get on the plane and be on my way back.

"I'm scared."

"I know, but it's going to be ok. I love you."

"I love you too", she sniffles before ending the call.

A POV

"I know you said you weren't hungry, but I got you a bag of chips from the vending machine. They're barbecue which Christian told me are your favorite", Mia says. I wipe away my relentless tears and take the bag from her even though I'm not sure I'll open it.

"Don't just take the bag and set it to the side", Kate says as she sits down in the chair next to mine. She and Mia along with the Grey family and Gail have been by my side since I arrived at the hospital an hour ago. Missing but on his way is Christian. "Mia got your dad a bag as well." Mia passes the other bag of chips to me. I try but fail at smiling as I stand with the second bag of chips and go to the empty chair beside my dad.

"Dad, Mia got your some chips." He slowly brings his tear streaked face up.

"I'm not hungry, but you should eat. Take care of yourself and the baby." He sighs and paces ahead a few steps, looking in all directions. "I don't understand why we haven't been told anything. Why hasn't the doctor been out here to tell us what's going on?"

"I'm sure we'll hear something soon", Carrick says. He was at the hospital visiting Grace on her lunch break when my mom was brought in. Grace immediately went to see what she could find out, but she hasn't been back out yet.

"Ana, have you heard anything else from Christian?", Elliot asks me.

"Not since before his plane took off."

"He'll be here soon", Gail assures me. I nod and fold my arms and then unfold them. She reaches over and holds my hand. "Your mom is tough." Grace finally appears at the end of the hallway. Next to her is an older guy in a white coat. My dad and I quickly rush to them.

"This is Dr. Howard Pierce", Grace announces.

"Tell me how my wife is", my dad pleads.

"Your wife is very lucky. She has a broken left arm and multiple lacerations to her body, but she's going to be fine. We'd still like to keep her overnight.", Dr. Pierce says. My dad wraps his arms around me as we breath sighs of relief.

"Can we see her?", I ask.

"In a few minutes. The nurse will be out to get you. I'll be back around to check on her later."

"Thank you." Dr. Pierce leaves, heading down one of the other hallways. "She's going to be ok."

"Yeah", my dad murmurs. "Now that we know she's going to be ok I want you to eat something."

"Dad, Dr. Pierce said we can see Mom in a few minutes. I'll eat after I see her." He gives me a stern look. "Fine." I open the barbecue chips and eat a few of them. "I'll eat something else after we see Mom." The nurse walks out and tells us to follow her. She can't open the door to my mom's room fast enough. My mom's face is covered with cuts, but it lights up when she sees my dad and me. "Hey."

"Hi", she says softly.

"Carla, my dear sweet Carla", my dad says. He kisses the top of her head.

"I'm ok. I've got a broken arm and some cuts, but I'm ok."

"Do you remember what happened?"

"I was on my way to the grocery store when a car got on my side of the road. I tried to move over so we wouldn't hit head on, and I must have overcorrected."

"You went off the road, and the car flipped over on the drivers side", my dad adds. "The driver of the other car was the one who called the police."

"Are they ok?", my mom asks.

"Yes. The police said it was a woman in her late thirties. She told the police she took her eyes off the road to look for a tissue in the console." He shakes his head. "She's lucky you weren't seriously hurt."

"Ray, I'm sure she feels terrible for what happened." My mom smiles at me. "How are you feeling?"

"Good. However, it's you that's in the hospital", I say as I sit in the chair next to her bed.

"That doesn't mean I shouldn't worry about my daughter and grandchild. Where's Christian?"

"He had to go San Diego for a meeting but is on his way back. Can I get you something?"

"Sweetheart, I'm fine. Oh, Ray, I'm sorry I didn't make it to the grocery store. I know you were looking forward to those lemon cookies you love."

"I think I can manage without them", my dad chuckles.

"Baby, wake up." I open my eyes and see Christian in the chair next to me. I stretch my arms and yawn. Scanning the waiting room I find it empty except for the two of us. "Everyone else went to the cafeteria for some food which is why I woke you. You've got to get some food in you."

"In a little bit. How long have you been here?"

"About thirty minutes. I got here and found you asleep in this chair."

"I guess I fell asleep after coming back in here from seeing my mom. Is my dad in the cafeteria?"

"He went back in with your mom. I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner", he sighs.

"It's ok. You're here now, and that's what matters." I rest my head on his shoulder and try not to cry any more than I already have, but the tears break through the barriers. Christian rubs my back.

"It's going to be ok. Your mom's fine and will be home tomorrow." I raise my head and continue sobbing.

"But I didn't know that when I got the call she had been in an accident. I kept thinking what if I never got to talk to her again. What if she didn't get the chance to be here for the baby?"

"You can't do the "what if" game. You need to focus on the "what is" game instead. Your mom's going to be sporting a cast, but she's here." Christian's right. I need to be positive. He places his hand on my tiny bump. "We've got so much to look forward to."

"We sure do."