“C’mon. Let’s go!” The traffic was going at a snails pace. You were still five blocks from the hostpital. When you looked in the reareview mirror you saw Owen looking back at you. 

“Is Daddy okay?” He looked like he was on the verge of tears. The look on his face nearly broke your heart.

“He will be. Daddy is big and strong, remember.” If you were saying to reassure  Owen or yourself you weren’t sure. Smiling you turned your attention back to the road.

Remembering the phone call, you cringed. You had a cart full of groceries when your cell phone rang. ‘Y/N Amaro?’ You confirmed to the caller who you were. ‘This is Officer Simmons. Your husband was involved in an accident. He’s being taken to Mercy General.’ 

Abandoning the grocery cart you grabbed the kids and sprinted to the car. Finally finding a spot to park, you made a beeline for the ER. ‘What caused the accident?’ Was he wearing  helmet when he left?’ You couldn’t remember anything. 

All the officer knew was that he was awake when he was loaded into the ambulance. Anything could have happened on the ride to the hospital. You knew first hand how fast trauma victims could crash. 

“I’m looking for Nicholas Amaro. He was in a motorcycle accident. I was told he was brought here.” You explained when you found the registration desk. 

The woman behind the desk looked up, “Alamo? Relationship?” She said in a bored tone.

“No, Amaro. A-M-A-R-O, Nicholas. I’m his wife.” There was an edge to your voice that you were sure she picked up on.

“Thank you for the spelling. Bay 5.” She informed you. Had it been any other day you would have given her a piece of you mind about how to treat people.

Hoisting Elise higher on your hip, you took Owen’s hand and made your way to find Nick. As you rounded a corner, you saw him being wheeled out on a gurney. “Nick!’, you said with relief. 

“Y/N. I’m sorry, the guy came out of no-” Nick started to explain. Nick was in a C-collar, had some bumps and bruises but looked good considering. You breathed a sigh of relief.

“You were hit by a drunk driver, sir. It wasn’t your fault.” The male interrupted Nick.  “I’m Dr. Stern. Your husband is going for a stat CT of the head and neck to check for fractures or brain bleeds. We’re also getting an abdominal CT to check for bleeding, internal injuries.” 

“I understand. ICU nurse”, you informed Dr. Stern. Giving Nick a quick peck on the forehead, and allowing the kids to do the same, “We love you, Nicholas.”

“ And I you mis amores.” Nick was rolled away, your eyes not leaving him until the stretcher turned a corner.

 “Y/N!” Hearing Cesaria’s voice you turned to find her hurrying down the hall. “How is Nicky?” She asked after she hugged you.

“He’s good. He was talking to me before they took him to have some testing. He had some cuts and brusing. He was wearing his helmet thank God.” Taking Cesaria’s hand you sat her down next you. Owen was looking at a book and Elise had fallen asleep. 

“Where is he now? Can we see him?” She inquired. 

“He was sleeping so me and the kids came out here. Been a crazy afternoon for everyone.” You brushed Owen’s dark curls from his forehead. “It was a drunk driver you know, that hit Nick.”

Cesaria made the the sign of the cross. “When will the doctor tell us anything?” 

“Mrs. Amaro?” Both you and Nick’s mom turned at the name.  Dr. Stern approached both of you and you introduced Nick’s mom. “Head and neck CT look good. He does have a small laceration on his spleen but it doesn’t require surgery. He should be able to go home in a day or so, barring any complications.”

Squeezing Cesaris’s hand you thanked the doctor. “Go. You haven’t seen him.” 

“I’ll be quick.” She walked down the hall to Nick’s room.

Later that evening you were sitting with NIck in his inpatient room. Cesaria had taken the kids and was going to stay the night at you and Nick’s house. Nick woke up and grimaced. “Hey. What time is it? Where are the kids?”

“It’s 8 o’clock. They gave you some good pain meds. You’ve been out for a couple hours. The kids are at our place with your mom.” Sitting gingerly on his bed, you brushed the hair from his forehead. “You gave me a scare.” Your voice small.

Nick reached brushed his finger down your face, “I’m okay reina. It’s going to take a lot more than that to take me away from you.” He patted the bed and you laid beside him. “Honestly, I was a little scared too. All I could think of was you and the kids and my mom”, he confessed then kisssed your head. 

Laying with Nick, you said a silent prayer, thanking God that he was okay. It wasn’t often you prayed, but you knew someone was watching over him.

“You want anything to eat, drink. I’ll get you whatever you want”, you offered. “I can go to the sub shop-”

“Just you. Just stay with me. That’s all I need right now.” He closed his eyes and you followed suit.