A/N: I love Shawn and Jules. I wish they would get together already.

Review plz thanks. :D

Shawn woke up to a pained groaning. He squinted at the digital clock beside his bed; it was 2:12. After struggling for a minute or two, he turned the lamp on that was on his bed stand. Rolling over, he brushed some of his wife's bangs away from her face. "You okay, Jules?"

She opened her eyes, winced, and nodded. "Yeah, Shawn. I'm –I'm fine."

He frowned and scooted closer to her. "Are you? Well, that's good, because like, two seconds ago you were writhing in vocalized pain."

"I wasn't exactly writhing, Shawn."

"You woke me up, though. Are you sure you're alright?"

"I—" she started, but the thought was punctuated by a sharp, high-pitched gasp. She clutched her stomach and bent herself further into a ball.

He flinched. "Juliet O'Hara, I have seen all kinds of fine in my life, and while you are one of the kinds, your health is not fine."

"I am, Shawn! I am!"

He threw the covers off of his side of the bed. "You are not, you are not, you are not, and I am making you some chicken noodle soup… possibly with a soda on the side? We'll see how it goes." Jules smiled weakly and pulled the comforter further up on her body.

Approximately twenty minutes later, Shawn returned to their room with some of his 'homemade' chicken noodle soup and a can of Sierra Mist, which he knew made her feel better when she was ill. He called the soup homemade because he added pineapple juice to the can of Campbell's. Juliet didn't like the combination when he first made it for her, but she quickly became accustomed to his more-than-unusual taste for the tropical fruit; he used it in practically everything he cooked. "It's soup time!" exclaimed, and he placed it on the table next to her.

"Tell you what," he said as she sipped her soup. "Today we are gonna stay home from work, watch Sound of Music, and you can be lazy and sick. Sound good?"

"I love Sound of Music," she said happily.

"I know you do, babe." He kissed her on her forehead. "I'll go get the DVD and some quilts. If you start feeling bad just tell me, alright?"

She smiled widely, and watched him walk out of the room. Rubbing her stomach, she thought that their baby was going to love pineapple.