A/n: part of my Family series, this one focuses more on why Connor and Y/n are so close so you should read Too Far and Thankful for this to make a little more sense
You were pregnant again but you were glad this time it wasn’t twins. You loved those two boys to death but my god, being pregnant with them was awful. This was your easiest pregnancy and what you hoped would be your last.
This was gonna be baby number four for you but your fifth child. Skylar was always going to be one of your babies regardless if you carried her or not.
The pregnancy sometimes left you feeling awful, more often than not. Bending was a difficult task. Cooking was something you had to get used to all over again with a giant bump in front of you. The older kids helped when they could but when you were home alone with the twins, it was a different story.
The twins were testing their limits, seeing what they could and couldn’t get away with doing and every time they started crying when you said no, it broke your heart to hear your babies crying because of you. They would get over it in a few minutes but you never forgot how the one time you told Alex no and you tried to give him a hug he said no and pushed you away.
It might not have been that big of a deal but that day you went and cried in the baby’s nursery for a while.
Later that day Ethan came home with Connor and Sky to find you missing from the living room where you usually were. Sky has immediately gone to her room while Connor seemed to be looking around for you, ready to tell you about his day at school.
“Hey bud, you wanna go find your mom?” Ethan asked the six year old.
“Okay, but if she’s sleeping don’t wake her up,” he knew it was getting harder for you to sleep comfortably and he wanted you to get what rest you could.
Connor passed through the hall when he heard someone sniffling from the babies room. He quietly peaked in and saw you. He then ran back to Ethan.
“Daddy! It’s mommy!” Ethan immediately looked up from the kitchen counter and went to his son.
“What? Where?” He immediately thought you were hurt somewhere in the house.
“Mommys crying,” he explained. Oh.
“I’ll go check on her bud,” he left to check on you after asking where you were.
He made sure you were alright before going into the hallway to find Connor waiting by the stairs.
“She’s okay,” he sat down next to him. “Hey, you wanna do something for me?” He waited for his response.
“Can you take care of mommy when I’m not here? Just make sure she’s okay and if something happens, call me?” He didn’t want to put too much responsibility on the child but he did need an extra set of eyes while he was away.
“Yeah,” Connor nodded his head vigorously.
To say Connor took his new task seriously would be an understatement.
You were walking down the stairs? Connor suddenly showed up and held your hand while you walked down. You were cleaning? He was cleaning all the lower sections that were easy for a six year old to reach. You were bringing in groceries? He was at the door waiting to go help.
One day you had Connor with you since he was missing school because he wasn’t feeling good. You weren’t completely sold on it, but he had hardly missed any days and figured a day off couldn’t hurt. You were on your way to go grocery shopping with Connor chatting away happily in the backseat.
You were crossing the intersection when all you felt was a sharp pain in your side and then it went dark.
“Mommy!” You heard Connors voice coming from somewhere next to you. You slowly opened your eyes and carefully looked around, not wanting to hurt yourself.
“Connor, baby, dont move okay? Just stay there,” if he was injured you didn’t want him moving around. You looked out the window and saw the car was flipped on its side. He was in the back passenger side and you were worried about him being injured from where the car hit the pavement.
You looked around and couldn’t find your phone. You left it on the seat and you had no idea where it was now.
“Baby can you see my phone?” You saw him shake his head.
Fuck. You really hoped someone pulled over to help or at least the car that hit you had the decency to stop.
“Mommy I’m scared,” you heard Connors voice come from the backseat, sounding so much smaller than you were used to.
“It’s okay Connor, it’s going to be okay,” you tried to reassure him the best you could given the situation.
You were doing your best to stay calm and keep him distracted when you noticed it.
You weren’t sure if there was an actual leak or if it was just fumes but you knew you had to get out. You had to at least get Connor out.
“Baby, I need you to be brave for me okay? Can you do that for mommy?” He looked at you and you could tell he was still scared while he nodded his head.
“Are you hurt? Does anything hurt?” You asked him. He shook his head. Thank god.
“Can you take off your seatbelt?”
“Be careful with the glass.” You warmed him as he tried to stand up with how the car was. You saw the front windshield was broken. You also started feeling something wet between your legs and felt the pain and started thinking the worst.
No no no please no. Please not the baby.
You had to stay calm. As much as you wanted to panic, you knew if Connor saw you freaked out he would get scared.
“Connor, I need you to take off my seatbelt.” He saw how you were sitting and knew if he took it off you would fall.
“Baby, I need you to do it please,” you knew you were taking the chance of hurting yourself and the baby but you had to get out of the car. You would rather you break a bone than be stuck in a car on fire.
He came closer to you and he was hesitant about pushing the button.
“Once you push it, step back okay?” The last thing you wanted was to crush him under you. He nodded.
“Ready? On three. One, two,” you took a deep breath, “three.” You felt yourself fall onto your side, landing on your arm. You bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming.
You carefully made your way to the front windshield. It was broken but you would have to finish kicking it off to get through. You positioned yourself closer, with your feet facing the windshield.
“Take my sweater and cover your face,” you handed your son the sweater you found, not wanting to get glass on him.
You started kicking at the glass, trying your best to break it despite the amount of pain your body was in. After what felt like forever and the smell of gas just as strong, it finally gave.
“Connor go first,” you took the sweater and placed it over the broken glass so he wouldn’t get too hurt.
“Mommy will be right behind you okay? But you have to go,” there was no way you were going to go first without knowing your child was safe.
You made sure he got out then you started to climb out when you felt the contractions getting stronger. You collapsed but did your best to keep yourself up with your arms to make sure you didn’t crush the baby inside you.
“Miss, I called an ambulance they should be here soon,” a woman came up to where you were.
“My son, take care of him.”
“He’s okay, he’s with my husband.” She noticed you seemed to be stuck. She didn’t want to say anything because she didn’t want to stress you, but you had to get out of there fast. What you thought was just fumes was actually a gas leak.
You heard her call someone over and start talking to them quietly.
“Ma’am, I’m going to try to help you okay?” The husband came over and while he had wanted to wait for the ambulance, once he took a look at you he knew he needed to help.
He pictured his wife in the same situation and he hoped someone would help her if the same ever happened.
“Take my hand, let me help you out,” you took his hand and he started pulling you closer to him. He managed to help pull you out of the car.
“We need to move away from the car, I’m going to carry you,” he mentioned before picking you up. You’re body hurt so much but you knew you were seconds away from collapsing and wouldn’t be able to move that far on your own.
The man placed you down on what you were assuming was the backseat of their car and just as he did, you felt the heat from what was once your car but was now totally engrossed in flames.
“Can we call someone?” The woman offered and you dialed Lisa’s number. You would have called Ethan but you knew he was out of town and the chances of him picking up were slim. You needed someone with you now.
The woman told her what happened and she said she would meet you at the hospital.
The paramedics arrived and they were quick to load you and your son into the ambulance. You were confused about why they were treating Connor like he was hurt but then you saw it.
His arm was bent at an angle it definitely should not be at. He was hurt this whole time and you didn’t notice.
“Con…” you held out your hand to him which he gladly took with his good arm.
Your contractions had been getting worse as time went on but you were beginning to feel the need to push. The last thing you wanted was to have this baby in a damn car, but if that meant they would be okay then so be it.
Luckily you arrived at the hospital quickly and Lisa was already waiting. They started to separate you and Connor since you both needed different things. He had to have his arm fixed, and while you had your own broken bone, this baby was coming now.
“Go with him!” You shouted at Lisa. You were terrified to give birth alone but you could handle it. You had done it a few times before so at least you knew what to expect.
Connor on the other hand wanted his mom. He loved grandma Lisa but he wanted his mommy with him. He was scared. He was scared and in pain and he knew you were too.
“Your mom is going to be okay Con,” Lisa went and ran a hand through his messy hair. “It’s going to be okay.”
Ethan was in a meeting when he felt his phone go off. He ignored it at first but after the constant vibrating he quietly excused himself, leaving Grayson alone in the room.
“There was an accident, Ethan. She had Connor with her and the car-“ Lisa was getting choked up thinking about what you two went through.
“Are they okay? Mom, tell me they're okay,” he hated that something happened and he wasn’t there. He was across the damn country and there was nothing he could do.
“They’re okay, pretty banged up, Connor is knocked out on meds right now. Your sister is with Y/n, she’s having the baby.”
“Your grandparents are picking them up,” she already knew he was going to ask about the other kids.
Lisa could hear the opening of a door followed by Ethan telling the team he had to leave right now and that there was an emergency.
He told Grayson what happened and he was already booking tickets back home, not caring about the price for the last minute nonstop flight back. They had half an hour to get there.
On the drive towards the airport Ethan was looking at the news back in Jersey for anything about what happened with the crash.
Car accident resulting in fire risks the lives of pregnant mom and child.
Car accident leaves car flipped and two injured.
Local couple helps car crash victims moments before explosion.
Ethan swore his breathing stopped. His mom didn’t mention the car caught on fire. Or that it flipped. He had insisted on getting a larger vehicle for moments like this but now seeing the black suv flipped on its side he wasn’t so sure about that anymore.
“Dude get off your phone,” Grayson could see his brother worrying himself with every article he clicked on.
“Gray what if something happened to her or Connor? Or the baby? I should have been with her, I shouldn’t have left when she was this far along,” he couldn’t help but feel so guilty about not being there.
“Mom said Cam is with Y/n right? If you can’t be there at least you’ll be able to talk to her while she goes through this,” he explained to him.
He quickly dialed his sisters number and was surprised at how quick she answered.
“Ethan?” He heard your voice from somewhere else and felt his heart break. You sounded so exhausted.
As much as he wanted to talk to you and make sure you were okay and ask what happened, he knew you needed help with having the baby. Every time you were in labor you were so tired and in so much pain he wished he could take it all away.
“How’s the baby mamas?” He tried to be as soothing as he could over the phone.
“Almost here,” you’re breathing was heavy. “Ethan it hurts so much,” you let out a cry.
“I know honey, I know but you’re doing so good. I’m on my way okay, I’m going to be there as soon as I can. You’ve got this, you’re so good at this.” He hated not being there. Not only that, but he might be missing the birth of his child.
The twins reached security and he hung up as late as he can and quickly called back as they walked to the gate.
It answered to the sound of your screaming mixed with your crying. It was time for the baby to come out and you hated the pain that came with it every time.
He heard all the yelling, the crying, the heavy breathing of you being so physically exhausted after the whole day. As he boarded the plane he heard it.
Tiny cries coming from somewhere away from the screen followed by “its a boy” from the doctor. Cameron fixed the camera so Ethan could see the tiny human being placed on your chest.
“We have a boy,” you said to him with tears in your eyes.
“We have a boy,” Ethan repeated softly as he watched you gently stroke your sons head.
For a moment you forgot about just how much pain your body was in as you stared at the small baby on you.
Ethan hung up as the baby was taken away to be checked on and he promised to call back as soon as he could.
After the baby was checked on Cameron took care of him while they took care of your broken ankle and sprained wrist. Once that was all taken care of, Connor and Lisa made their way into the room.
“Mommy!” He went over and hugged you the best he could with the height of the hospital bed. Lisa helped him up so he could sit next to you.
“Oh Connor,” you glanced at his casted up arm, feeling sad seeing your child quite literally broken.
“Look we’re matching!” He pointed towards your ankle which was wrapped in the same color as his arm.
“We are,” you let out a small laugh at that. “Do you wanna see the baby?”
Cameron gently placed him in your arms and Con took a peak over the blanket to look at the baby.
“He’s little,” he gently touched the baby’s hand.
“Mhm,” you agreed with him. While he was a few weeks early he was fine. There wasn’t a need for him to be in the NICU.
“Hm?” You sat up a little.
“Can he be Noah?” He was offering a name. You and Ethan hadn’t really discussed names too much, wanting to get a feel for the baby without having a set name picked out.
You looked down at the baby in your arms, and you smiled. Noah. It fit.
Just then Ethan walked in to see you with the baby in your arms and Connor at your side.
“Hey mamas,” he gently stepped towards you. His felt an ache in his heart at seeing you and his son covered in cuts and bruises.
“Hey,” you waved him over the best you could. “Come meet Noah.”
“Noah?” He looked down at the baby who seemed fine. Maybe a little fussy about making his grand appearance into the world earlier than expected, but he was beautiful.
“Noah… it’s perfect.” Ethan began taking notice that the baby looked just like you, sure it looked like he had Ethan’s hair, but he was all you.
“Right,” you realized he hadn’t even held his own child yet, “here you go.”
You were about to hand over Noah when Connor stopped you.
“No!” He smacked away Ethan’s hand.
“Connor,” you scolded him. After you sent a look at him he settled down.
“Fine. Be careful with mommy,” he sat back down but watched Ethan intensely as he got closer to you.
When you all finally got to go home after a few days, Connor wouldn’t leave your side. You had let him sleep in the bed with you and Ethan because he was having nightmares of the accident.
“I couldn’t get the seatbelt off and I couldn’t help you,” he sobbed into your shoulder one night.
“Shhh, it’s okay, I’m okay, you were so good.” You always did your best to make him feel better.
It also took a long time before Connor felt safe in the cars again. He didn’t want to leave the house. He didn’t want you leaving the house either.
What if it happened again? What if he couldn’t get out? What if you were stuck? What if baby Noah was there? What if something happened to you?
He never wanted to see his mom hurt ever again.
A few months later everyone was healed and everything was back to normal for the most part. Except for a few things.
Connor wouldn’t leave your side. When Ethan told him to take care of you, he stuck to it.
One night you and Ethan were arguing over who’s turn it was to do the dishes.
“Ethan you said you would do them earlier!” Noah had been fussy all day and you really weren’t in the mood to deal with anything.
“And now I’m saying I’ll do them tomorrow,” he had a day filled with meetings and all he really wanted to do was go to bed.
“When? Before you add more plates in after making breakfast? Before you take the kids to school? Before your meetings? When you come home and spend time with the kids? When!”
Rationally you knew there was no reason to be his upset about the dishes. But you had a long day and you had hoped you wouldn’t have to add doing dishes to it.
“I said I’ll get them done!” Ethan’s shouting woke up Connor whose room was closest to the kitchen.
“You’re never here Ethan! I practically take care of this family by myself with how often you’re gone!” You were so stressed and exhausted and you felt yourself starting to cry.
“You know that’s not true!” He yelled at you from his spot.
“Stop being mean to mommy!” Connor ran in and Ethan was surprised to find himself being shoved away from you by his son.
“STOP IT!” He screamed at him. Connor came and grabbed your arm before pulling you with him towards his room.
“Mama stay?” You two were sitting on his bed when he asked you. He wanted you to stay because he didn’t want his daddy being mean to you.
“Yeah I’ll stay,” you two climbed into bed and you pulled your son close to you. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.
Connor had waited until you were asleep before he climbed out of bed and headed to the kitchen. He pulled over a chair to the sink and started doing the dishes.
Ethan has fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for you to return from Connors room but you never did. He woke up to the sound of plates being knocked around and water getting everywhere.
“Con, what are you doing bud?” He saw his son trying to do the dishes and failing just a little bit.
“You were mean to mommy,” he wouldn’t look at Ethan.
“You were yelling! That’s not nice!” His parents had always said to use inside voices and that you didn’t have to yell so if that was true, why was his daddy yelling?
“Connor look at me please,” he shut off the water and took the plate out of his hand.
“Sometimes mommy and daddy fight, but that doesn’t mean I’m being mean to her okay? We just get upset sometimes. I’ll try not to yell anymore,” he knew he shouldn’t have been yelling. He knew he was in the wrong and he knew he should be spending more time at home.
“Okay.” Connor nodded in approval.
“How about I finish these and you go back to bed huh?” He dried off the six year olds hands and lead him back to his room but Con stopped him at the door.
“You can go,” he started opening the door but stopped once he saw Ethan still standing there.
“She’s sleeping. You’re loud. Go away,” his son simply stared at him and he swore it was like looking exactly at your eyes. He had your glare down perfectly.
With a sigh he bent back up and headed down the hall and when he looked back, Connor was still there staring at him until he was out of sight.
Connor quietly walked back in and got more blankets from his closet before arranging them on the floor in a fluffy pile. He knew you were tired so he decided his mom could have his bed.
He was always going to make sure his mom was okay.
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