This is how Rory and Chase find out they're expecting a baby.

Rory's P.O.V

Chase and I have been married for close to a year now. It was so magical when he proposed to me. (Literally!) But that's another story.

This, is the story of how Chase and I found out we were expecting.

I'd been feeling a little off lately but just decided it the flu.

Chase kept making me take sick days from work, which was the sword and weapon's master. (Sorry if that's not what it's called!)

I was sitting on the couch one day, puking into trash bin, when there was a knock on the door. "Rory?" Lena asked. "Come in!" I said in between puke.

I heard the door open and close.

"Chase said you weren't feeling good. Can I help with anything?" she asked. I sat up and put the trash down. Lena sat down at the end of the couch. "Could you keep me company?" I asked with a half smile.

She smiled and said, "Of course."

So, we sat and watched TV. I ended up puking three more time and Lena went to make me some tea.

"Do you think you should go see Gretel? I mean, you've been doing this for close to a month now," Lena said. "I don't know. It's crossed my mind, but she's been so short staffed lately after Rapunzel. . . And there have been a lot of attacks lately so the infirmary is probably full," I said.

"Actually, it's not. There's only a few patients in there," Lena said.

"Ok, I'll go when Chase get's home."

Chase ended up getting home early and I told him Lena's idea. He agreed that I should go, because like she said, I have been doing this for almost a month.

Chase emptied out the trash bin and we took it with us.

By the time we got to Gretel's, I had thrown up two more times.

"Well, everything sounds ok. Let me do a blood test and I'll be right back," she said.

A few minutes later, she came back. "I'll call you in a few days when I have your results," Gretel said.

It had been almost a week since we went to see Gretel. I noticed I had started gaining weight for some reason.

It was Saturday when Gretel finally called. I was currently leaning over the toilet while Chase rubbed light circles on my back.

When I had finished, the phone rang. Chase went to get it and came back two seconds later.

"Mhmm, ok," he said. He put Gretel on speaker. "Rory, how have you been feeling?" she asked. It sounded like she was smiling. "Uh, I'm still throwing up and I noticed that I've started gaining weight for some reason. I'm not eating any more than I usually do," I said.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that your perfectly healthy," Gretel said.

"Then why do I-?"

"Because you're pregnant!"

Silence.

"Hello?"

"Really? How far along?" Chase asked. "1 month and 11 weeks," Gretel said.

Silence.

"Well, I'll let you two go. Come back in two weeks for your next check-up," she said, then she hung up.

"Well, at least you don't have the flu."

"Chase, what if something goes wrong? What if I have a miscarriage? What if we get attacked? It's too dang-,"

Chase cut off my fear-ranting by kissing me. "It'll be alright. You'll have me, Lena, and you're parents supporting you," he said softly. I smiled and kissed him again.

Maybe this would turn out ok.