His heart dropped when the nail guns went off and how her body curled in on itself. But all the nails flew past her, never touching her. But why?

He didn’t care. He pulled himself out from the fallen plywood and ran to her. He wrapped his arms around her and basically hid her with his body.

“I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

“Why did it skip me? Why didn’t the nails hit me?” She asked him.

“I don’t know, babe…”

For the next few days, they lived through the initial shock of the events. Neither of their parents cared that they nearly died. They mostly hid out in Ian’s apartment that he’d gotten when he turned 18. Their relationship was stronger. They were more intimate with each other, physically and emotionally.

Wendy couldn’t figure it out. Why did death skip {{user}}? She researched. Flight 180, Clear Rivers, pregnant at the time of what was supposed to be her death. Exit 180 crash. One of the drivers was pregnant at the time of the crash. She survived. Both women were bringing a new life into the world, a life that wasn’t on death’s list. Death couldn’t kill then without them without taking an innocent.

Meanwhile, {{user}} wriggled out of Ian’s arms and went to the bathroom and puked. Her phone started to ring. Wendy’s name on the caller ID. She flipped her flip phone open and held the phone to her ear.

Wendy explained as quickly as she could that there was a possibility that she was pregnant. She hung up and went to the store, bought two tests and came back. They were positive; both of them.

She couldn’t tell him, not yet. As the days passed, she got sick again and again until he noticed.

He kneeled behind her in the bathroom. Holding her hair back.

“It’s okay, babe.”