She sat on her couch snuggled up under a warm fleece blanket with a text book resting on her knees and a notebook cramping her hand. She looked around the room and sighed, taking in the room with her dark eyes. It was a small living room but she arranged everything so it seemed bigger than it truly was. A small entertainment center sat five feet from her with a small flat screen TV she had bought off of Ebay. It didn't need to be too big because she was constantly at school, the library or the gym. But she did like watching her shows from back home and that TV was just what she needed to get that enjoyment fulfilled. The coffee table was basic and standard, nothing special, except the third day she had it, she was cleaning under the glass windows that sat on top of the table. Under the lip of the table was a scratched in name; Daniela. The letters were childlike with a few of them backwards. She had gotten the table from a yard sale and the table must have belonged to a young lady in the family. When she moves back to the States, she will bring the table with her for sure. The rest of the room was plain and bleak. Black curtains on the windows that looked out into the small village she lived in. The hard wood floors had a molded brown colour to them and it surprised her every day that she never fell threw the floor into her downstairs neighbors living room.

"Dinner is almost done," she turned her head to the voice in the doorway of her kitchen; of their kitchen. He was tall with short brown hair and striking blue eyes. The freckles that he sported dusted his nose and cheeks. He wore a plain white T-shirt and ratty jeans. His hands were strong but sensitive enough to be drying the porcelain bowl he carried. A small smile flashed across his face.

"I just need to finish this paragraph and I'll be right in to dish up," she smiled back to him.

He nodded and turned into the kitchen.

"Oh, TJ, did you make enough?" Her voice called after him. He stopped and turned to see her standing up and stretching. A small bump had formed where her petite stomach use to be.

"Oh, I made enough to feed an army, Ash." He smirked.

She smiled and looked down at her stomach, rubbing the underside of the bump with her left hand. The wedding band and ring glinted in the living room overhead light.

"Good, because I think she is hungry," she teased.

"You mean he's hungry."

When TJ found out that Spinelli was pregnant, he almost passed out. They had been married for nearly seven years now and not once did they discuss starting a family. They couldn't even fathom the idea because of Spinelli's schedule. They had planned on doing something when they moved back from to the states and they were able to buy their first home. They didn't act like they were married. In fact, being married sometimes put a burden on their relationship. They tied the knot a week after he purposed at the local court house to ensure their living situation in England so they could be together while Spinelli went to school for her degree in astronomy. They fought often but eventually made up. They never went to bed angry or upset or at the very least tried not to. Spinelli was stubborn and hard headed which made it hard to make things right with her.

TJ walked back into the kitchen the pulled out the rest of the dishware he needed to serve up dinner. His cooking wasn't bad, especially since he had gotten a job as a small time cook at the local café across the street. He learned to make the best biscuits in town and constantly bragged about it to his mother. She send him a list of recipes that would remind the two of them of home, so that's what he always cooked when Spinelli wasn't in class or at the gym.

Tonight was baked macaroni and cheese. It was a childhood favorite of his and he wanted to make sure that his future son loved it too. He scooped a spoonful into his bowl and two spoonful's into Spinelli's to make sure she had enough. He turned to the living room and saw her standing in the door way, a smile stretched across her face.

"I love this stuff," she reached out and grabbed her bowl and started chowing down in the door way.

"Sit down or you'll make yourself sick," TJ pushed her into the living room and the two sat down to eat.

"Are you nervous?" She asked between mouthfuls of food.

"About what?"

"Going home. Once I pass this final, we will be on a plane back home. Are you nervous about seeing your parents? Your sister and her family?"

"I'm more nervous about telling them we're expecting." He said flatly.

She frowned, looking at her bowl.

"I'm not sorry we got pregnant. It's not like I did it on purpose."

"I'm not blaming you." He reached over and squeezed her arm.

"I know," she sighed. She had forgotten to take her birth control that day which she is sure is how she got pregnant. TJ was mad at first, claiming they weren't ready for the reasonability and that he didn't want their baby born out of their home country, which she thought was ridiculous. They were here on visa's and they can easily make their child a US citizen when they move back. But she had made the point that her last quarter was almost over and that by the time she gets her degree, they will be back on a plane home and the baby wouldn't be born yet.

She took another bite of her dinner and suddenly felt sick. She reached into the end table drawer and pulled out a bottle of pills. She popped a few into her mouth and chugged her water. Her nausea has been out of control and the doctors are worried about weight. She was already small as it was and with how much she had been throwing up, they were concerned she wasn't carrying enough weight for the baby.

TJ looked at her with worry in his crystal blue eyes. She loved it when he worried about her. It made her feel special, like she was the only thing in his life that could make him happy.

"I'm fine, Love, I promise."

The two finished their meals in silence. An occasional cat meowed out their window. It probably belonged to the sweet old lady next door. The sun was setting but it didn't seem like it was evening time. They cuddled on the couch and watched their shows and before she knew it, TJ had fallen asleep on her lap. She pulled the blanket over his shoulder and repositioned herself comfortably next to her. She kissed his forehead and rolled over, thinking about the final she had in two days, about the email she was expecting back from NASA and the look on her parents face when she comes home pregnant.