3 years after graduating Gallagher:

Cammie POV

There are few things that Gallagher Academy didn't prepare me for. This one had to be on the top of that list.

Most physical revelations you have a reaction to in less than 3.78 on average according to Liz

Most emotional revelations you have a reaction to in 9.43 seconds on average.

It had been an hour and I was still in complete shock.

After Gallagher I went to the University of Georgetown, and I decided I didn't want to get to know anyone at the school.

Zachary and I moved in together in an apartment about the same amount of time from the CIA, where he worked, and the University.

Last year I graduated with a associate in performing arts, and Zachary and I had been working for the CIA full time since.

10 months ago we had our first serious relationship fight. We had bickered with each other and even got into arguments before, but this was different. He stayed at a hotel for a week and we didn't talk at all.

After the fact we both made compromises, said apologies, and admitted it was our worst week ever as a couple.

Since then we have spent less time together and more time doing our own thing with friends. We both think it has helped us find ourselves and strengthened our relationship.

4 months ago, on August the 10th, we got officially engaged on our anniversary of, basically, four years. We hadn't told anyone at all that we were engaged and I only wore my ring at home. We were waiting until Christmas were the whole family was together to reveal it.

Now on December 11th I was beginning to think that we would have much more news to tell them.

But my mind is still focused on the biggest issue, Zachary doesn't want children.

That's what are huge fight initially started off with an argument about if we would have kids. Then I let it slip that once while he was out of town I had a pregnancy scare, and from there it went downhill.

The last two months for us have been nothing but blissful and I really don't want to ruin that. Definitely if I'm not even sure. It was just one test, and that couldn't tell me anything really.

The thought of going to buy a more expensive test crossed my mind briefly, but Zach had just called and said he would be home in about ten minutes.

Right about the time I got settled with some hot chocolate he came in.

Once he changed his clothes he sat by me with a beer, this was usually our Friday night ritual.

"No beer?" He eyed me suspiciously.

"Uh," I began with one of my worst lies in a while, and only lie to him in a really long time, " I have a had a headache all day and I once read that alcohol makes them worse," I babbled trying not to flush at my unmistakable lie.

"Oh okay," He squinted his eyes like he was waiting for me to reveal the truth but when I never spoke up he started talking about all the things we needed to host Christmas at our house this year.

The next morning we were bantering playfully just like always until it wasn't like always. In the midst of discussing songs and movies I got really nauseous, but covered well because Zach didn't notice.

That was until my stomach decided to lurch, "Hold that thought," I stopped Zach mid sentence, and realized there was no way I was making it to a bathroom, so I found the trashcan was only three feet away.

I didn't see his expression but I heard him say "hey" in total shock as he came reaching for my hair.

Once I finished I sat on the floor against the trashcan where he followed laying my head on his chest.

"I don't feel very good," I admitted almost sheepishly.

"Clearly," I felt him rolling his eyes,"I haven't ever seen you get sick before, Do you think you may need to see a doctor?" He felt my head like I might have a fever.

"That may be a good idea I'll make an appointment for Monday" I said while hugging him again.

I felt bad for lying to him about what I knew was going on, but I couldn't tell him yet; not until I was sure.

Monday rolled around soon enough, only puking three more times since then and Luckily hiding two of them from Zach.

There were babies all over the walls of my OBGYNs office although I had never really noticed it before.

Mothers walked in and out, about 80% of them with husbands.

And while I knew I was being somewhat paranoid I couldn't help but wonder if that might be me someday.

I knew Zach really well, but to some extent we were both used to getting what we wanted and having it go our way. The majority of the time, like 6/10 we agreed on thing. Maybe 3/10 we ended up compromising over something stupid like music or where to eat, but nothing that would be life altering. And this 1/10 we really had conflicting opinions.

Zachary is an amazing guy, but I know that if anything can scare him off it has to be this.

That still doesn't me I have to be sympathetic. Sure, half of this situation is my fault but the other half is his. He needs to get over it and accept it. So that we can do this together like we do everything else because the idea of baby is petrifying and not something I can do alone.

"Ms. Morgan," the nurse as the door announced.

I swallowed and approached the person that would give me the news to determine the rest of my life.

I sat the ultrasound pictures under a file on the bar with the pamphlet of 'options', put the prenatal vitamins in a box with my tampons, and stashed the dvd of the heartbeat in some junk draw at the bottom of the entertainment center.

For the next ten minutes I sat with my head in my hands developing a nervousness I rarely experienced.

I, Cameron Anne Morgan, was 7 weeks pregnant.

"Hey honey," Zach scared me standing at the door.

"Ohhey," I said not being able to stop the shakiness that spread into my voice like wildfire.

"Sweetie," He sat on the couch taking my hands," What's wrong?"

I swallowed preparing a lie," nothing I just remembered how much I can't stand doctors. It was so horrible! Anyway I'm good they think it was just a stomach virus, but if you want we can watch your favorite movie, just give me a sec to get changed."

But I knew there was no way he was buying it, "okay of course."

"Honey, have you seen that file on the issue in Paris?" He called a minute or so later.

"No not recently," I called. At the time I didn't realize it but he had picked the folder on the bar up revealing the picture of our baby.

Through the movie something seemed wrong but I passed it off as worry about me, and I still wasn't myself either.

Later that night before bed i was making a glass of water when I noticed that the file had been moved openly displaying the pictures.

Zach was changing when I can to the room.

I sat on the edge of the bed and it finally dawned on me that he had found the pictures this afternoon.

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you," My voice as tears rushed down my cheeks before I had time to stop them, "I'm really sorry, I was just.."

Zach finally poked his head out from our closet.

He bit his lip, a trait he had always had when he was suppressing a emotion and it had dissipated into something else.

"Oh honey," he came putting his arms around me, "I'm not mad."

"But you were at first. And that doesn't ever matter I'm suppose to tell you the truth all the time, and I didn't and its my fault," At this point I felt horrible about myself and came to the conclusion this had to be a infamous mood swing.

"If anything I'm the one that should be sorry. I'm not the easiest person to tell something like this too, and it's gonna take a lot of time and you might have to be patient with me, but I'll adjust," At this point his head of was on mine.

A small grin crossed my face as he uttered those last words, "So your not gonna leave me?"

His fingers were already intertwining with mine, "Never were in this together..."

"Forever," I finished feeling the biggest weight lift off my chest. We were good.