Jayce was thrilled to have Amelia on tour with him. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, always touching her growing bump, kissing her every chance he could get. On the way to the venue for the concert that evening, he sat in the middle of the car with her, one band mate in front, the other in the very back. They were laughing at something ridiculous Logan had said when another car hit them out of no where. It was enough to spin the car around until it was facing the other direction. When they came to a stop, for a brief moment, no one moved, no one spoke, it was absolutely silent. Seconds later Jayce was scrambling to unbuckle, his hands moving over Amelia. “Are you alright?” He rushed out, face full of worry.