AN: This is the promised sequel. I hope you like it! I decided to take a different route than most. I hope you like it! R&R! I don't own 7th Heaven or anything else used, including the song by Johnny Cash, "You Are My Sunshine"

I looked down at the stick in my hand. It had a clear negative sign on it. The fan blew my hair in my face and it stuck to my tear streaked face. I stood up from the side of the bathtub, threw the pregnancy test away, and washed my hands.

"We have been trying so hard," I whispered. "How am I not pregnant?" My heart was heavy and it felt like it was at least in two.

"Honey, are you ok?" I suppose Martin heard my sobs.

He and I have been married for 3 years in August. It is the last few days of May. We have been trying for our first child for a year and a half and still, no baby. I want a small, itty-bitty bundle to show he world how much I love Martin, but nothing has worked so far. At least, nothing normal. I don't want to tell my doctor about it, because what if she tells me there is nothing she can do? Then we will have no hope left. We have decided that we are going to the doctor if I'm not pregnant by our anniversary on August 2nd. None of my sisters have had this problem! They all seem almost too fertile, since Mary is pregnant with her 5th child and Lucy with her 3rd. It isn't fair!

Sometimes I wonder if Martin still loves me. He says he does and nothing has changed. He still gives me presents and does sweet things, but I can see how much he wants to be a daddy.

"Martin," I said, swinging the door open. He knew already I wasn't and he took me into his strong arms and held me tight.

"It's okay sweetie. I hope it is ok, but I arranged an appointment with Dr. Johnson to help figure out a solution. I know we were going to wait but you were so miserable and…" I couldn't let him ramble anymore. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"I love you!" He laughed.

" I love you too, Ruthie Brewer."

"I hope I don't let you down, Martin."

"Ruthie Elisabeth Brewer!" he exclaimed. "How could you say that? I love you and you never could let me down, even if you never make me a father."

"But I should be pregnant already! I want you to be a father!"

"You can't make that happen, Ruthie. It might even be me. I am willing to check out every possibility, so don't be upset with yourself. You are my sunshine. When you are sad or disappointed, it practically makes my whole day overcast." Then he started singing.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

I'll always love you and make you happy,

If you will only say the same.

But if you leave me and love another,

You'll regret it all some day:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

"You are a goof ball," I said, wiping away the last tear and kissed him.

"I know, but I am your goof ball!"

He finally had my smiling. He pulled down the blankets on our bed and climbed in, patting my side. I giggled and climbed in. I hugged him around his waist and eventually, settled in enough to feel tired.

"I love you," I said groggily.

"I love you too" And we both fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I woke up still wrapped in Martin's arms. I kissed his cheek and climbed out of our bed. I got a quick shower, put on jeans and a t-shirt, and went down stairs. I grabbed my messenger bag full of final papers and quizzes to grade over the last unit we covered; 20th century poets. I scribbled a note for Martin and left for the park.

I love our new house. It is next door to Lucy and has four bedrooms and a very big back yard. Now, all we need is children to fill it up! The house is only ½ mile from a small park, so I enjoy going there and sitting on a bench. It is a good place to think and get work done. There are very few interruptions. There are essays to grade on the Red Badge of Courage to grade. True to my word, I did get my Master's degree in Literature. The old Literature teacher retired and when they re-closed the music program, they gave me the job. I enjoy it more than I thought possible. Everyday is a new challenge.

I looked up from Emily Jenkins's paper and saw a young mother with her twin sons that looked about 3. They had the reddest hair you could ever want to see and it curled at the ends. I sighed. They were the kind of site I wanted to be. I wanted that for Martin and I.

Around noon I walked home for our appointment at 1:30. Martin was coming with me, but I was still dreading this. Although, maybe with the doctor's help, I will be a mother in simply 10 months!

I walked in the door and Martin was making grilled cheese sandwiches. I laughed, knowing he was doing this for me, when he can barely make toast!

"Your home! Lunch is ready." He ladled my soup into a bowl and cut the grilled cheese in half. He poured my milk and then his. He set it on the bar and motioned for me to go ahead and eat. He pulled a bouquet of daisies from the corner and handed them to me. See what I mean? He is a total sweetheart.

An hour later, we were getting into the car on our way our way to see the doctor. We walked into the waiting room. Martin went to sign us in and fill out some paper work. It was kind of awkward being in there with all the pregnant women, some only teenagers. I saw a girl a recognized from my 2nd period junior class. Her name is Izzy. Izzy Clapton. She is a very nice girl and I think she was dating the Jack of her year. Now, Jack wasn't a bad guy, he just was a ladies man and didn't stick around for very long. I saw that she had a small bump forming. She saw me and slumped in her seat and raised the Cosmo Teen magazine higher.

"Hey, Izzy." I sat down next to her.

"Oh, hello Mrs. Brewer. Are you here because you are pregnant too?" She got it out in the open. I always like that in a person.

"Nope, opposite. My husband and I can't seem to get pregnant."

"I wish I had your problems, she laughed and put one hand on her bump.

"How far along are you?"

"I am due in July."

"You are still so tiny!"

"Luckily! Look, I would really appreciate it if you don't tell anyone about this. You have no idea what it would be like if anyone finds out."

"I think I do. Do you want to hear a back in the day story?"

"Sure." She turned towards me.

"Ok, when I was a sophomore 10 years ago, my current husband thought he got a girl pregnant. He thought he was the father for almost 2 and one half years. They got a paternity test done then, and he wasn't, but still, for a long time, everyone at school knew he was going to be a dad. He had to tell his current girlfriend about it and he broke up with him, but he didn't tell her the name of the girl that was pregnant because she didn't know her so it wasn't important. She was in college. But Martin and I had been best friends for 2 years and I had a big crush on him around that time. So when the ex-girlfriend told her sister, her sister thought I was pregnant. That is what she told anyone she could. Then they told. And then everyone was walking around staring at me as if I was the biggest slut on the planet or like I was so lucky because Martin, up until then, was know for being a goody-goody. And I thought it was because they found out about Martin and I going out, which we weren't, but I thought we were. It was complicated. But that is the story in a nutshell. We are married now and we cant get pregnant. How ironic." She laughed. "So I do understand slightly what you are feeling, even if I wasn't really pregnant."

"That sucks, Mrs. Brewer."

"Please, we are out of school. Call me Ruthie."

"Izzy?" the nurse called.

"Good luck," I called. She smiled and went back.

"You too."

AN: So what do you think? The next chapter: what is wrong with Ruthie? Is it fixable? And what if it isn't? DunDunDun!!!