1Author's Note: Welcome back readers! This is a story Me and Lightonahill are writing. We both wrote this chapter. We hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

It had only been four months, and they were already facing their greatest trial in their married lives. Sam held Octavia's hand reassuringly, and smiled at her weakly, "Don't worry. I'm sure they will both be happy about the news."

Gulping, "I hope you are right." Octavia said her hand shaking slightly while they walked over to the Roman Empire where, Jed and Octavius were waiting for them. "What if they aren't happy about it?"

"Then there is nothing else to do, like I said don't worry. More than likely they will be happy, and anyways isn't this what parent's want their children to do?" Sam asked..

Chuckling a bit, "I guess," Octavia said.

Octavia and Sam found their dads by the fountain.

"So what is this all about?" Octavius asked.

"Well, me and Sam have some wonderful news to share," Octavia said.

"Come on suspense is killing me," Jedadiah said.

"Well, you see...I'm...pregnat," Octavia finally said.

"Really?" Octavius said.

"Yes. We found out yesterday," Sam said.

Octavius and Jed just stood there looking at each other black looks on their face. The two couldn't be believe, it had only been four months!

Trying to say something, "H-h-h-h-...,"Jed tried to say. "How far along are you?"

"Two months," Octavia said nervously.

There was a moment of silence, Sam couldn't take it, "What are you two thinking?"

"Well I think it's great," Jed said, "what about you Octtie?"

"I'm happy too. A little shocked but happy," said Octavius, "I mean I'm going to be a grandfather."

Octavius stood up and hugged Octavia and shook Sam's hand. Jed hugged them both. What they didn't know is there was someone watching the happy moment from a distance.

Cassius watched from cackeling, "Oh this is just wonderful, the happy family has a upcoming addition...That baby won't last eight months in the womb if I have anything to say about it!"

Taking the dagger out he had to hold back, telling himself that it would much better later.