Noah's POVThe room had an eerie feel to it, the quickness and the stench of antiseptics made it worse. I walked over to Storm and held her hand. "David, is she fine? Is she hurt anywhere? Does she need surgery? Why is she still unconscious? " I rambled the questions out but my eyes were focused on Storm."She's fine, the impact of the choking caught off the air in her brain for a minute but she's a fighter and so is the baby. She'll be back home in a day or two." He said, my brain had only heard the word baby, what the hell was going on?"Baby, what baby? Who has a baby?" Was he talking about Fiona?David's eyes widened and he cleared his throat."Oh, erm, so I'm guessing you don't know. " He loosened his tie. " Storm is seven weeks pregnant, I don't know why she hasn't told you, she's known since she was three weeks pregnant." My chest ached and my eyes burned, Storm was pregnant and I was going to be a father. How come I didn't know, how could she not tell me?"Noah, are you okay?