Hi my name is Suze Simon. I am twenty-three years old and fresh out of collage. I have been married for three years two the most wonderful man in the world. It's a shame that no one in this world can see him.

I bet you wondering what I meant about that. Well to put it bluntly I married a ghost. Yes that right ghost. Oh one thing I forgot to mention earlier is that can see them. Ghosts I mean. I'm a mediator a liaison between the living and the dead. Now when I move to Carmel from New York I had no Idea that I would fall in love. And more importantly that, that love would be a ghost.

Three years ago I used to get questions about why I was so happy. Nobody knew apart form Jesse (my husband), Father Dominic (also a mediator), and myself that I was planning my wedding. I was a beautiful but small ceremony in the mission, just Jesse, Father Dom, my Dad (died from a heart attack when I was 6), and I. I was a little disappointed that my mom couldn't be there but I just wasn't ready to share that piece of my life with her just yet.

Sure that meant I still got set up all the time, but by this time I was used to it. Jesse still played jealous and every time I got home I had to convince him that despite the obstacles it was him I loved and I always would. With all of Jesse's books and CD's laying around I had to pretend that I had an interest in thing I couldn't pronounce but it was all for the sake of love so I was okay.

We still had Spike (like Jesse would even think of getting rid of him). And when I rented our apartment I made sure that it had a window seat over looking the ocean. It was perfect only instead of waking up to see Jesse sitting on it; I woke up in his arms.

It was now years later and Jesse and I were happy and more in love than ever. But lately I hadn't been feeling all that great. For the 4th time that week Jesse held my hair back as I threw up in to the toilet.

"Querida, should you go see a doctor?" Jesse asked with so much love and concern in his voice I almost swooned.

"No, Jesse I'm fine I must have eaten some bad fish." I lied hoping he wouldn't notice my face turning red. I truth I knew exactly why I was sick I just didn't know how to tell him.

"Susannah you don't like fish." Damn! What was I gonna tell him? How was I gonna tell him? It's not like I knew this could happen. I was scared out of my mind what was I going to tell him? It was now or never.

"Jesse I'm pregnant." I whispered.

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