I woke up with a headache from hell. Not to mention I was feeling nauseated. I flickered my eyes a few times letting them adjust to the sunlight that was coming through the window. I was moving a lot better and had more strength than the day before. So, I decided to get up and carry myself to the bathroom for a change.

I made my way into the doorway then the room started spinning. I grabbed for the sink to brace myself, knocking a bottle off in the process. I hoped it didn't wake Matt up. I eased myself down into the floor pressing my body against the wall to let my head settle. I, then, heard Matt coming up the stairs.

"Man, You ok?" he said as he reached the doorway. I looked up at him. He had a look of disappointment on his face.

"Yeah. I just got a little dizzy. That's all." He leaned down to help me up.

"You should have yelled for me or something." he stated. I gave him a weak smile.

"I didn't want to wake you up." I stated. "You know how you get when you're woken up." He
knew exactly what I was talking about. He gave a smile.

"Come on let's get you up." He pulled me from the floor. I finished my business in the bathroom and made my way downstairs. Matt followed close to make sure I didn't fall.

"You want breakfast?" He asked. I felt really bad that he was having to do every little thing for me. I decided that I would try to help him.

I walked over to the fridge and grabbed the eggs, then back over to the counter. Usually I was the one that was making breakfast for Kay and myself. I waited for the arms that used to wrap around me to come. I knew that wasn't gonna happen. It had only been one night and I was missing her like crazy. I quickly turned me head toward the counter as I heard the phone ring. I walked over and looked at the caller ID. It was Zina. I answered.

"Hello?" I allowed her to speak. She was crying.

"Is Matt with you?" she asked. I went into shock mode.

"Yeah, What's wrong?" I wondered why the hell she was upset.

"You guys need to get to the hospital right now." she sobbed.

"What? Why?" I asked her. I had no clue what was going on.

"It's Kay. She's been in a car accident. Zack, She's in a coma."

That was all it took for me. I hung up the phone and told Matt we had to go. We grabbed our things and headed out the door. The ride to the hospital was quick, even though it seemed like it took forever.

We pulled into the parking lot and I ran, literally ran, toward the door. It was like I had all the strength in the world; Like I wasn't ever sick at all. I walked through the doors and my sister was standing at the end of the hallway. I ran to her, taking her into a hug.

"Where is she?" I tried to hold back the tears. She showed me the room that she was in. I walked over and took the handle into my hand. I couldn't find the strength to open up the door. I feared what I would see on the other side. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. I saw her frail body laying on the bed with all these tubes running up to her. It hurt me to look at it.

Knowing that the last thing that I said to her was out of anger. What if it was too late? What if I couldn't take it back? I was scared to death of that.

I walked over to the edge of her bed. All of a sudden I was in the same position that she was in the day before. It was my job to stay with her and I would live up to it. I pulled the chair up next to the bed and sat down, taking her hand into mine. I leaned down, bringing it to my mouth, kissing it. I let a tear roll down my cheek. I looked at her laying lifelessly on the bed.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. It was too much at this point. I was scared to death that I was gonna lose her. It was my biggest fear. Being alone for the rest of my life was my biggest fear.

"If I wouldn't have been such an ass, then none of this would have ever happened. We would be at home making breakfast right now. I didn't mean the things that i said last night.

I know that you're worried about me and that's because you love me. I need to accept that."
It hit me that this could be the last time that I get the chance to apologize. That scared the hell out of me. It wasn't something that either one of us wanted, I'm sure. I'm sure that she didn't want to be laying there, unable to move or react to anything. I expected her to sit up and tell me that I was a major asshole yesterday, but it was ok, that she still loved me, no matter what. That was the way she was. She took so much shit off me. I needed to do better than what I had been these past couple days. If I had of then maybe we wouldn't be here in this position.

"You can't leave me." I said above a whisper. "I can't make it on my own. You're my lifeline and you have been since we met. My life wouldn't be this way if it wasn't for you."

I knew that I was right and I also knew exactly there I would be, still. I knew that I would either be the biggest drug addict anyone has ever known or I would be dead. I laid my head down on the bed beside her. I knew that she was there, because of me. It was obvious. It was once again my turn to take care of her. I got what I wanted, I just didn't want it this way. I wanted her home, with me. I wanted it back to the way that it was the day before. I knew that I couldn't have it like that and it made me mad. I hated myself again.

I felt that the only way that I could make it up to her was to stay with her; just like she had stayed with me. I won't leave her. I can't bare the thought of her waking up and me not being there.

It wasn't long before I heard the door open and a nurse's face emerged through.

"Can I see you for a sec?" she asked. I nodded before pulling myself to my feet. I looked back at my wife, laying on the bed. I kissed her hand.

"I'll be back in a sec." I said, before laying it back down onto the bed and walking out the door. Once I was outside. She pulled me to the side.

"Is she gonna be ok?" I asked. I couldn't help but worry. She gave me a puzzled look.

"She going to be fine. We did a lot of tests on her and there wasn't one that said otherwise. One of the tests surprised us a little."

I didn't know what to think on that one. I was scared but at the same time I couldn't wait to find out what that surprise was. She looked at me straight forward. More of how a friend would look at you when they were about to play a joke on you.

"Mr. Baker, You're wife is pregnant." she blurted. The statement took my breath away.

"That's impossible." I stated. "We can't have kids." She smiled.

"Nothing's impossible." She stated. "Looks like you two got blessed with a little miracle baby." I didn't know what to think. I was scared to death at the thought of having a baby in the shape I was in, but ready or not hear it comes.

"Is the baby ok?" I asked. I was eager for the answer and hoped it was a positive one.

"The baby is great. She's at an estimated 8 weeks." I looked at her with a puzzled look. I knew that just a couple days before they had called and said that the test came back negative.

"Are you sure?" I asked, with that riding in the back of my mind. She nodded.

"I'm pretty sure." she smiled. "We did and ultrasound and everything. It shows that she is." I smiled. "We're gonna let you tell her the news, when she wakes up."

"Thank you." I said. She nodded.

"Congratulations." she said, before turning and walking away. I made my way back into the room, with the biggest smile on my face. I sat back down beside her bed, taking her hand into mine, kissing it again.

I couldn't' wait til she woke up and I could tell her the great news. This baby was everything that we had hoped for, and I knew that we would make great parents.