Oh, this is gonna be a gas!

What Baby?

Previously...

"That's enough Silas!"

He looked around Jo at Lizzie "What about the baby? She ever tell you that one??"

"How dare you bring that into this."

"How do you know about the baby?!" Lizzie asked

Jo turned, looking at her wife terrified, "Are you pregnant?"

Lizzie nodded, "What baby are you talking about?"

"Oh did dear miss perfect Josephine not tell you?"

"Silas." Jo warned, "Don't."

"She got pregnant in high school-"

Jo cut him off "I was never pregnant. The test was faulty. I got my period the next day."

"All three?" He shot back. "Josephine the great and powerful! So broken she couldn't stand without the help of another. You're a big fake. All bow before her royal highness. Daddy was too drunk to love you is that why you went with her" he pointed at Lizzie taking a step towards her.

Jo quickly jumped in front "Don't you dare try to lay a finger on her." Her voice was cold and cunning. Lizzie had never heard her speak like that. It was something that would leave most people shaken.

"Or else what?"

"I will kill you." She spoke low and slow with the confidence of a lion. Venom dripped off her lips like honey in a beehive, thick and slow. Her southern accent was gone she adopted a more cunning sultry old British accent the kind that fit the best movie villains. Lizzie wrapped her hand around Jo's forearm asking her to stand down but Jo paid it no mind. He moved his arm back before attempting to land a blow to Jo. She quickly took a step forward creating more distance between him and Lizzie before she caught his fist. He cripples as she twisted his arm. She was so consumed in rage she didn't see the knife that was coming toward her. She caught its shine in the corner of her eye and moved to block it with her forearm. The knife came down, cutting into her face and arm. She could feel the blood hit her lips as Lizzies screams filled her ears. "Hey Silas!" someone yelled

"Oh, God!"

"Help!"

"He's hurt, Jo!

"Someone call 911!"

"Whos out there?"

"What's going on?"

"Whose blood?"

In a matter of seconds Jo had been cut, Lizzie screamed and a number of people exited the bar to pull Silas and Jo apart. Jo could hear Silas' boots on the gravel as someone placed their hands on her face. She finally focused on the figure in front of her. It was Lizzie. Jo quickly sobered up "Are you okay?! Is the baby okay?!"

"Baby! I have to get you to the hospital!"

"I'm fine. How are you?"

Blake was beside Jo as he looked over at Lizzie "I'll pull my truck around."

Lizzie nodded before returning her attention to Jo. Jos' chest was heaving. "Do you hate me?"

"What?!" Lizzie exclaimed

"I didn't tell you about my pregnancy scare."

"Hey shh. Shh, I could never hate you! I love you. I am never leaving." Just then Blakes's truck pulled up "We will talk about this later but right now I need you to get in the car."

"Are you sure you are okay?"

'We are both okay."

"You promise?"

"Baby I promise now please get in the truck."

They drove to the hospital in a tense quiet Lizzie had her hand in Jo's as They both held pressure on Jo's wounds. They quickly pulled up before Lizzie and Blake helped Jo inside. Upon seeing Jo's face the nurses quickly put a wheelchair under Jo rushing her to a trauma room. A nurse sat down and asked Jo some questions before the doctor finally came in. "How are we doing this evening?"

Jo gave him a testy look "Just dandy."

"I can see that. May I have a look at your arm?" Jo held her arm out as he examined the cut on her arm and face. "I am afraid these are going to need stitches so I am going to step out and get myself prepped than a nurse will be in here to numb you."

Jo nodded. As the man left the room the two women sat in silence. "Don't put your walls up. Baby please." That was all Lizzie was able to say before a nurse came inside.

"Look like you had a nasty cut, Mrs. Olsen."

"Seems that way," Jo answered honestly

"I do have to ask: have you been drinking?"

"I have."

"Okay. I am going to do a topical numbing."

"Do whatever you gotta do."

The Doctor came back in sitting beside Jo "Now you need not worry about a scar. Im make it to where they never knew."

"Look at me Doc. I'm riddled in scars."

He pulled his pants leg up  "Me too. Afganistan. You?"

"Abusive father."

He changed the subject to "What happened."

Jo sighed "Classic ex got waisted and wanted to push the line between being stupid and being dangerous."

"Where do you draw it?"

"Coming towards my wife."

He looked over at Lizzie "She yours?"

Lizzie nodded with a light smile "She is."

"I'm sorry." He laughed "If I remember correctly you were old Ben's little granddaughter?"

"I am! How do you know my granddaddy?"

"I used to work out in his old wheat and gin fields."

"Oh. You Nicolas oldest?"

"Nicolas Bowels? The very one."

"Wow. Some world."

"No. Small Topanga." He tied the last of the stitches before standing shaking both of their hands "Glad to hear there are still good people who believe in protecting the ones they love."

Jo nodded smiling. The nurse that was assisting with the stitches wrapped Jo's arm before giving them instructions on how to care for both of her wounds. It took longer than they thought but finally, Blake pulled in front of the Hospital. After a long silent ride, the truck pulled down the drive dropping the couple off. Lizzie and Jo climbed out. Lizzie went and found Jo's hand putting it into her own before walking through the door. The house was dark making the couple believe Lily had gone to bed. She knew they would be out late. They walked up the stairs and down the hall into what had become their room. Lizzie went and sat cross-legged on the bed just watching as Jo went and stood by the large window looking outside. Lizzie just watched Jo. Even from the back, she could see the cogs in Jo's brain spin. She wanted to push to talk to Jo about what Silas had said and what she said but she knew her wife would come around when she was ready and for that Lizzie was prepared to sit there all night. Finally, after what felt like forever Jo turned around drawing out a long shaky breath.

"We need to talk."