Emma sat down in the rocking chair. Swaying back and forth rhythmically as she stared out the window at the falling specks of snow. It was the end of December in Montana. At least three feet of snow had already dropped onto Emma's mothers cottage, they were staying at. Roscoe, the Australian shepherd, sat at her feet keeping them warm. She let out a sigh before opening her book for her class. It was always quiet and cozy while Owen was out of the house. No annoying sounds of his sipping, burping, chewing, or him talking to himself as he watched whatever television show he watched that day.

Roscoe perked up his ears, then hoisted himself up darting towards the door, barking excitedly. Emma silently sighed, while shutting her book and tapping her fingers on the cover. There goes peace and quiet. The door creaked open, letting in a cool blast of air drift through the house causing Emma to shiver a bit in her chair. Squeaks of shoes could be heard from the mud room as they were being taken off, the sound of Owen hushing Roscoe was heard throughout the cottage.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, she could feel a large migraine coming on. But, no matter how annoying she found her boyfriend to be she still loved him and dealt with him. "I thought you'd be busier today." Emma stated as she looked up towards Owen, who's cheeks were still a rosy red from the cold. "Busy?" Owen sighed as he slumped onto the cream colored couch. His dark green sweatshirt stained with oil and other dirt particles. Emma feared for her couch. "I haven't been busy since the park shut down temporarily." Emma smirked to herself then gathered her book to pace towards the couch where she relaxed next to him, her arm resting on the back of the couch.

"How was the lecture?" Owen asked forcing Emma to frown and push the thick black book towards him in disgust. He took the text book in his hands before lightly smirking at the title. "Subphylum Trilobitomorpha?" Owen held up the book in confusion towards Emma. "I don't even know what the hell that is but, the reviews say it's "DINO-mite"."

Emma grabbed the book out of his hands as he snickered at the pun. "Careful. I don't want you to drop it on her." Owen cautioned, placing his hands on Emma's belly to feel his child. Emma chuckled a little, placing her hand on his much larger hand, feeling his warmth on her palms comforted her. "How do you know it's a her?" She asked, as he nuzzled himself under her arm before furrowing his brow to think up an excuse. "Intuition." Owen smiled playfully up at her, he could tell in the look in her eyes that she didn't believe him for a moment. "Intuition? I'm only three months." Emma pushed him off her, smiling as she hopped up to go to the kitchen.

Owen had been against having the child at first, seeing as how he didn't have a good job at the time and Jurassic World was going under maintenance he didn't think they could afford it. Even with his experience with Jurassic World and the navy, he couldn't land a job better than a lowly mechanic. Then Emma came across a site and discovered some new tyrannosaur skeleton, and the people that funded her gave her and her team seven grand each. It wasn't much, but it was enough to sustain for now.

Owen looked back at his career choices thinking he should've picked up paleontology when he was younger. Still after the money from the dig he was against having the baby, he was at the ripe age of thirty four and she was only twenty six he was worried the baby might come out wrong, they weren't even engaged but, then he went with Emma on a check up.

He watched as the doctors put gel on his girlfriend's stomach, then press a tool down on it. His first reaction was to snatch the tool out of the doctors hands thinking it was going to hurt the baby, that's the moment he knew he was ready. He was willing to do anything to make sure it was ok. Then he heard the heart beat. It was a fast little fluttering sound, like a small drum. That was the moment he knew he was in love with their unborn child. Besides Kate would literally kill him if he didn't want the child. She was way too excited to be an aunt. She was also the only family member who knew and, Owen somewhat regretted that.

Emma had always teased him of being jealous of Kate and of being more protective of the baby than she was, always telling him that he was going to be the mother instead of her. Owen blamed it on Jurassic World, they had made him nurture and hatch the raptors which put him into instant mama mode. Thinking about the raptors made Owen's stomach hurt, it felt as if he had been stabbed several times. His heart ached to hear Echo or Charlie growl at each other, but he knew he'd never hear or see them again and it caused him great pain.

Owen sat up looking blankly at the coffee table for a moment before leaping up and bounding after Emma. Owen rounded into the into the quaint kitchen. He approached her from behind, nuzzling his scruffy face into the side of her neck and kissing it. "You know we have seven more months until our relationship takes on a third person. I think we should get to know each other a little more first." Owen flirted into her ear, causing Emma's spine to shiver in goosebumps.

She shudder as he touch her lower back, skimming his hand towards the front of her hips. His lips grazing on the side of her neck, her body tingling with every kiss, she wanted to melt into submission right there but, she wanted to be in control. "You know we tried getting to know each other better once and I got pregnant after the first time." Emma sarcastically laughed, then held up one finger towards him, biting her bottom lip as seductive as she could, before stepping towards the counter to wash the dishes.

Owen smiled widely at her as he admired her, thinking back to when they first started seeing each other. Not only did he think she was beautiful, she was intelligent, courageous, he wouldn't've made it out of Jurassic World if it wasn't for her. She had always played hard to get, never once letting him get anywhere except when she broke down to him three months ago. He didn't expect to go far with her in a relationship but, now after being with her for almost a year and seeing her with his child overfilled his heart with joy and affection.

He scooped her face into his hands, kissing her deeply. "You're beautiful." He purred as he gazed into her eyes, stroking the stray hairs that were placed against her cheeks by his hands. Emma smiled up at him, clutching one of his wrist with her hand delicately, kissing the palm of his hand before forcing his hands off her face. "Yes and you're handsome but you're distracting me from doing the dishes." Emma noted as she backed up and turned the sink on, hoping it would fend him off of his sexual desires. Owen bit his bottom lip before smiling as Emma pushed him away towards the door of the kitchen.

Owen sighed back at her before flipping on the couch and turning on the television, relaxing as Emma washed the dishes in the background. He wasn't even five minutes into watching Lost before something in his back pocket went off. He shifted uncomfortably as the phone in his back pocket began to vibrate, irritating him. He looked at the screen that read "Unknown Number" puzzled, then proceeded to cautiously answered the phone. "Hello?" He answered in a questioning tone, while perking an eyebrow. "Owen?" A recognizable voice called from the other line.

Owen smiled instantly as he heard the voice. "Claire. It's good to hear from you. What's up?" Owen beckoned lowering his voice, he knew Emma didn't mind him talking to Claire but she'd ask a million questions about the phone call. He turned the television down a little, making sure he could hear Claire, he didn't know when he was going to be able to talk to her again. "It's about the park," Claire spoke with a professional tone as usual. Owen huffed at her tone, she knew he didn't like her being so formal with him but, he reckoned that was just how she operated to make herself feel more comfortable, more important. "It's starting to reopen and we'd...I'd, like to know if you and Emma would be interested in your jobs back." There was a long moment of silence as Owen sat there thinking about the park.

He had missed it, he'd much more prefer to see the tropical setting than the snowy abyss they lived in right now. He missed his bungalow, granted it was more of a bachelor pad than this house which could be used for family making but, that didn't mean he could family proof the bungalow. The most important thing he missed was his raptors, he dreamed about them calling out to him, almost in a helping way, he would wake up breathing heavily waking Emma up with him also. "I know it's a long stretch, Owen but we could really use you." Claire admitted. Owen was still silent, he bit down on his knuckle and tapped his feet on the ground as he thought of his decision. Emma was pregnant, was he really about to leave her when she needed him most? He thought about what Emma would say if he declined the job though, his head would be bitten off. "Of course." Owen agreed with a smile on his face before peering back to glance at Emma in the kitchen still. Damn. Instant regret.

"Uhh well, for me at least." Owen ran his fingers through his hair thinking about the baby. Emma could not work there pregnant. He feared for her around the dinosaurs but, he mainly feared for the dinosaurs. What if something happened to the baby and Emma took it out on a dinosaur? But what if a dinosaur hurt Emma? Then Owen would hurt it and he didn't feel like losing his job after just reclaiming it. "Claire, Emma's...Emma's pregnant." Owen hesitantly told her, his voice dripping with worry. "It's uh, mine, well obviously. I don't...I just don't think it's suitable-"

"Suitable for her to work in the park as the tyrannosaur behavioralist?" Claire finished with a small laugh. It was perfect how they both thought alike when it came to Emma and dinosaurs. "Of course not. We can find her a more tame job. Perhaps working in the petting zoo?" Claire rattled off.

Owen looked back at Emma again, who was now drying the dishes and putting them away. It was a better offer but still unsafe. His babies were not about to be trampled by a young triceratops. Endless possibilities flew through Owen's mind as he thought of his girlfriend. "I don't know, Claire. I don't think it's safe. Besides she's finishing up grad school, and finding dig sites. I'll take up on the offer but, you'd have to be more than convincing to her. I mean she is a Grant and all and you know how they feel about the island." Owen teased, earning a giggle from Claire on the other line. "Yes, well, I'll be sure to contact her. Are you able to fly down on the 27th?" Claire asked. "Please, I'll be able to fly down tomorrow." Owen scoffed, pointing to his chest with his thumb, he could practically hear Claire's eye roll. "The 27th it is then." Claire replied in a monotone voice.

Owen punched up into the air in a congratulatory demeanor. "Thank you." He breathed into the phone, running his hand over his face in amazement. "And Owen?" Claire halted him, his heart sinking a little as he hesitantly raised back up to the phone. "Yeah?" He questioned nervously, thinking there was going to be some sort of catch to her offer. Maybe he'd have to clean the apatosaur paddock with a toothbrush, or bathe the gallimimus...with a tooth brush. "Congratulations on the little Grady." Claire's smile was vividly audible. Owen's hearth fluttered in relief, he relaxed back down into the couch before signing heavily.

He sat up, turned over his shoulder to look at Emma who had began babying Roscoe. He smiled as he watched her play with his ears, making baby noises at the dog. "Thank you." He smiled into the phone before hanging up. He kept watching as Emma began dancing along with the dog, smiling warmly at her even though she didn't notice. A sharp pain of betrayal hit him in the chest as he remembered that he just took the job back at Jurassic World. He sat on the couch for a moment, biting on his knuckle again trying to think of a way to explain to Emma about the job. Carefully, was the only way he could try to explain it to Emma.

"Hey, handsome." Emma's voice sounding alluring as she sat next to him with a plate of spaghetti in her hands, the sound of Emma's voice snapping him into reality. "Leftovers?" Owen cleared his throat as he eyed the warmed up plate before taking it into his hands. Emma nodded her head as she slurped up a long strand of noodles. "Wouldn't've been that way if someone hadn't've eaten the ground beef." Emma peered sharply over to the Australian shepherd that wagged his butt in response.

Halfway through his spaghetti Owen sat up and paused the show, looking up towards Emma, who hit his shoulder as he paused it. "Owen, they were just about to find Penny's boat!" Emma whined as she watched Owen set his plate on the coffee table, then he placed one hand on the back of her neck, lightly tickling it. "Honey, I have something big to tell you." He stated, his palms getting sweaty. "Oh! I do too. Me first!" Emma exclaimed getting excited over it, she bounced away from his grip almost dancing in her seat. Owen raised his eyebrows at this.

"Go ahead." He leaned back a little, resting his head on his hand. "My very first ultrasound is on the 30th. We get to see what gender the baby is! How cool, right? I just scheduled the appointment." Emma boasted, the news causing Owen to smile widely. "That's incredible." Owen commented before leaning in and kissing her on the cheek as she smiled at him. "Great! Kate's gonna be there and you're gonna be there, right?" Owen froze by her cheek, he slowly leaned back as he looked at Emma's confused face as he rubbed his sweating palms on his knees. "About that..." Owen started, knowing she was going to take the news badly. Emma shook her head and covered her ears childishly, he could tell she was getting furious by her ears blotching up in red patches. "I don't even wanna hear it."

"Honey, Claire called...she offered us our jobs back." Owen told Emma just as she began getting emotional, he leaned back thinking she was going to punch him in the arm unbelievably hard. She's done it before, she could do it again. Instead Emma was quiet for a while as she took in the news. Her job? The job that was willing to pay all sorts of money was offering her her job back? "Are you kidding me?" Emma questioned crying while smiling in relief. She wiped a few tears from her face, her eyes red and irritated. "So I'll be watching a T-Rex while being pregnant?" She smiled at him, as he began rubbing her back in a reassuring manner. Her statement made him freeze and slowly put his arms back to his side, as if she was tyrannosaur.

"Well..." Owen started, reaching towards the table and grabbing his, now room temperature, beer. "Not exactly. I want you to be safe so I told Claire not to put you on tyrannosaur patrol until after your pregnancy. In fact I don't want you to step foot on that island until the baby is old enough to date." He sipped on his beer knowing that Emma was glaring at him in anger. He wiped his mouth before swinging his hands to his sides. "What?" Owen bleated out, making Emma groan in anger. "I didn't know I couldn't speak for myself. I'm sorry I forgot I'm a grown woman, so I can't make my own decisions, right?" Emma started to rant, it was only the beginning. She was too angry and too flustered to even think straight at the moment. "I'm sorry I don't want Kasey getting hurt." Owen barked out, raising his hand up as if he were innocent even though Emma sought him to be in the wrong.

Emma threw a confused look towards him, scrunching up her face as she replayed the name in her head. "Kasey?" She questioned in a sarcastic tone, undermining his precautions and throwing the subject of a job out of the window. "Yes! Kasey! That's what I want to name our little girl! Kasey!" Owen shouted at Emma, causing Roscoe to raise up and bark protectively in defense of Emma.

"Roscoe stop!" He shouted at the dog, who defied him and continued to bark. "Kasey? I don't even like that name! It sounds like a frat boy's play thing." Emma roared at him, lifting out of her spot, enraged. Roscoe still barking at Owen, Owen not trying to focus on Emma, began trying to calm Roscoe down until he processed her quip in his mind. He turned and looked up at her outraged. "What the hell?! Kasey was my mothers middle name!" Owen retorted, before turning and point at the Australian Shepherd. "Roscoe shut up!"

"That's a lie! And we're not naming our child Kasey."

"Who's says we're not? Roscoe!"

"I do! The mother of this child? Like helloooo, I have to carry it inside of me for nine months and then go through the extensive pain of giving birth. I feel as though I should get a say on the baby's name. And how do we know it's gonna be a girl?"

"Intuition! Grady's have baby seeking intuition."

"That is literally the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Emma snatched up her plate and headed towards the kitchen again, hastily. "You know what intuition I have? The intuition of knowing I'm going to stick my foot up your ass once this baby comes out." Emma threatened causing Owen to roll his eyes, scoffing at the hormonal woman, Roscoe still barking at him. "Roscoe, don't give me that shit!" He shouted, slamming his feet on the ground and raising a hand towards the dog. "Stand down." Roscoe quietly stopped barking, licking his chops still angry at Owen.

Owen rubbed his hands over his face, he had lost the battle somehow even though all he was doing was trying to help. He didn't want his girlfriend or his child getting hurt at the park. What if another incident happened and Emma ended up dying because she couldn't catch up with the group? Or she tripped and fell and lost the baby instantly? All the possibilities that could harm her and the baby by her working at the park, it irked him on the inside knowing she wasn't going to listen to him.

"I can't believe that works." Emma chided from the kitchen, talking about the commands he gave to Roscoe that got him to stop. She reappeared after a few moment with a small bowl of ice cream in her hands. Owen groaned as she came out with the ice cream, she was unstable with mood swings while being pregnant and the only cure was food? It was useful information but, useless when she wasn't hungry. She gently perched herself down on the couch where she was poised earlier, scooping a bit of ice cream in her mouth, glancing innocently at Owen as he looked at her blankly, almost drained out.

"Are you done?" Owen spat out, rubbing his forehead with his palm. Emma slowly pulled the spoon out of her mouth, examining it for a few moments before innocently saying, "I was still hungry." Owen sighed frustratedly, rubbing his hands over his face before staring off into the distance in front of him. Seven more months of inconsistent mood swings like this. Now, she was going to tell Kate about this and then, Kate's going to come over and open one more can of beans for him. It was ridiculous cycle. For seven more long months

"Honey I'm sorry," Emma rubbed his back in apology, placing the ice cream on the table. She didn't mean to snap at him, she just wanted to let him know that even though she was pregnant she was still able to work and function. "This thing is driving me up the walls with mood swings." She lifted up her shirt and tapped at her bare stomach where she believed the baby was. It was hard to tell where it was when she's this early in the pregnancy.

Owen heavily sighed before touching her stomach, then wrapped his arms around her torso, laying down on it. He accepted her apology, even though he couldn't understand why the baby caused her such bad mood swings. Roscoe saw the opportunity to jump up on the couch with them, curling himself up in between Owen's legs. He kissed her stomach once before resuming the episode of Lost they were on.

"When're you gonna tell them?" Owen questioned after a while of watch Lost, gently stroking her side. Emma deeply sighed, she didn't want to think about that yet. She already rued the day and it was quickly approaching. "I was gonna tell them when we go over for Christmas." Emma informed, clicking up the volume of the television.

She knew they weren't going to handle this well, her mother and stepfather approved of Owen barely, and that's only to begin with, now after only dating him for almost a year she was pregnant with full intentions on having the baby. Her father would be there, he approved of Owen at least, until he finds out she's having his kid. She already knew Christmas was going to be when her mom and family were in a drunken stupor, she figured it was the best time to tell them without being extremely upset. Kate was going to torture the both of them the whole time. Saying snide remarks that implied Emma was pregnant until they actually told everyone. Then she'd probably boast about being the only one Emma and Owen told first.

Emma groaned at the headache she was giving herself. "This baby stuff is hard." She exclaimed, feeling Owen's mouth curve up into a smile on her stomach. "I know, but in seven months it'll be worth it. You'll see." He coaxed her before leaning up and kissing her. It'll all be worth it soon.