Hey guys! Hopefully536 back with another installment of The Positive Feedback Loop! This story will be a series of one-shots, based around different moments in the relationship of Megan and Aiden. Some of them will be based in the story itself. Some will take place between the end of the story and the epilogue. Some will take place after the epilogue. I'll try and let you know at the beginning of every chapter. Enjoy!

1 Year After The Wedding

"This tastes great, babe." Aiden says through gritted teeth. He had no idea what went on with her sometimes. She could cook a mean chicken and dumplings, and her chili was phenomenal. She made these cookies that were bite-sized pieces of heaven. But Megan always screwed up meatloaf.

It was burnt on the outside, but the inside was still pink. It even smelled funny.

"Do not eat that. It's going to make me sick." She says, throwing her fork down and closing her eyes. Her stomach had been churning since this morning, and even though she had managed to keep everything down since then, she knew that she was going to throw up sooner or later. She would probably throw up as soon as she looked at this meatloaf.

"You okay?" Aiden asked her.

Megan took a deep breath, and slowly opened her eyes. There it was. She felt her stomach churn in the familiar get-to-the-nearest toilet way. She bolted towards the bathroom, hand over her mouth.

Reaching the toilet, the contents of her stomach spilled out of her mouth. Aiden swooped in, holding her hair, and rubbing small circles on her back.

After she was sure she was done, she sat back and wiped her hand across her mouth. "Sorry."

Aiden handed her a wet washcloth. "Don't apologize. Sorry you feel so rotten."

To say that life married to Megan was easy was a lie. It wasn't easy. It was probably the most complicated that Aiden Lucas had ever done. She couldn't cook a meatloaf to save her life, and always forgot to lock the car, and was up half the night puking, but goodness was she cute in his bed.

That's where she was now. It's a Saturday morning, and she's sleeping in. She does that, every single Saturday morning, without fail. Even if she had a million other things to do. Which she does. She told him yesterday not to let her sleep past nine. She has to be at work at 12, but here it is, going on 10:30, and she's still sleeping. He doesn't have the heart to wake her. Also, he likes to look at her.

He usually notices when she starts to wake up. She'll give off clues. Her breathing will start to become shallower. She'll toss and turn more. She wiggles her toes right before she opens her eyes. But she doesn't do any of that today, which is why he's so surprised when her eyes fly open and she catches him staring at her.

She looks weird. She must have been having a bad dream. Unlike anyone he'd ever met, Megan's bad dreams were handled without all the thrashing around and moaning. She'd wake up, take a few minutes to regain her thoughts, and roll right back over. This wasn't one of this times. She looked green.

"Aiden, I think I'm pregnant."

"I don't know. I just know. You're an 8th generation medium. I doubt that's going to end with our child." She says over breakfast that morning. Aiden had refused to feel excited until he got all the details This was the fifth time he's asked her how she knows she's pregnant.

"What was the dream like again? You said it was like you woke up inside the dream?" He asks through a mouthful of bagel.

He notices Megan isn't eating. She's just swirling her cereal around in the bowl, taking extra care to make sure all the pieces are equally soggy. "Yes. I woke up because somebody said my name, and I noticed there was a little girl standing in the doorway. So I got up and she ran at me and hugged me. She had your eyes, Aiden."

Aiden was trying so hard not to get excited. If she were to ask him what he was feeling right now, he would tell her to get dressed because they were going to the doctor. "That could mean anything. Maybe you saw her at the park or something and you realized you want a kid now."

Megan shook her head, thinking. Suddenly, she drops her spoon, head whipping up to meet Aiden's eyes. "Aiden, she didn't call me by my name. She called me Mommy. It all fits. That's why I got sick last night."

Aiden's heart soared. He remembered his mother telling him about the dreams she had around the time she figured out she was pregnant. It wasn't so impossible to think that dreams actually meant something—especially in his family's line of work.

"So what do you want to do?" Aiden asked, reaching over and placing his hand on hers.

She smiled. "I guess we get dressed. Go to the doctor."

While Aiden is in the shower, Megan calls in to work. "Hey, Mom, it's me." Melinda had almost cried the first time Megan called her Mom the night of their wedding reception, and now it was all she ever called the ghost-whisperer.

"Hey, Meg. What's up?"

Megan was pulling on her jeans. "I'm not going to be able to come in today. Something came up."

Melinda seemed to know every happening in her son and daughter-in-law's life. That's why it was so surprising that she had no idea what this was about. "Are you okay? Can you still make it to dinner?"

Megan smiled, trying to force her blue jeans to button. They were a little tight, but they fit. "Everything's fine. You don't need to worry. We'll be there. Do you need us to bring anything?"

"No, just yourselves. Let me know how everything goes today?"

"Of course. We'll talk tonight. Love you."

The doctor's office is cold and clammy and white and sterile and everything that Megan hates. If she had grown up with the environment like Aiden had, she might have better learned to appreciate it. Her dad was a lawyer.

When the nurse calls her name, she almost jumps out of her seat. Aiden has to bite back a laugh.

The room is blue, with clouds all over the walls. Megan should be calmed by the scenery, but is made even more nervous by the table and machinery. Reluctantly, she has a seat on the table.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Greene. I'll be taking care of you and your baby throughout the pregnancy." After the awkward handshakes were over, Dr. Greene got settled on the doctors' stool.

"So. You think you're pregnant, but you didn't take a home pregnancy test."

Megan shakes her head. "No."

The doctor smiles. "So, why do you think you're pregnant?"

Megan shrugs. She doesn't know if it's normal for ghost-seeing children to send their mother dreams from the womb, but she's pretty sure it isn't. "Just a feeling."

"When was the date of your last period?"

Megan blushes. "Can't remember. Late August, I think." Aiden gawks at his wife. It's October. He hadn't even noticed she was that late.

Dr. Greene doesn't seem phased, though. "Well, I guess the only way we can tell is if we have a look."

Aiden hates seeing Megan in so must discomfort. The only thing he knows to do is to squeeze her hand, and lean in and kiss her cheek. "You are so beautiful right now."

Megan laughs. "What? Scared out of my mind?"

Aiden shakes his head, staring at his beautiful wife in her beautiful blue eyes. "You are going to be such a great mom."

"Yes, you are!" Dr. Greene announces cheerily. Aiden and Megan turn to look at the monitor. Sure enough, there is the unmistakable shape of a small baby on the screen.

"I'm pregnant!" Megan exclaims, happy tears already threatening to run down her face. The largest smile of his life breaks out on Aiden's face. He can't tear his eyes off of the monitor, but he has to look at her.

"We're having a baby." He whispers to her, tears of his own starting to fall from his eyes.

Aiden thought his life couldn't get better than this. They got married, finished school, moved into a small house near his mom's, and were living the dream life. Megan worked at the antique store, and Aiden was working under a doctor of psychology at the hospital. They had just celebrated their one year anniversary in a little bed-and-breakfast just outside the city.

And now it had. It had gotten better, more rapidly than he ever saw possible. His wife was going to be the mother of his child. He finally allowed himself to show the excitement that had been building since Megan woke up this morning. He couldn't stop kissing her face. He didn't want to. Megan's girlish giggles filled the air.

Dr. Greene cleared her throat. It was more of a reminder that they weren't finished yet than one of annoyance. "We'll have to do some bloodwork, to make sure everything looks normal, but other than that you are good to go. It looks like you're about 6 weeks along. That puts your due date at," she pauses, checking her tablet, "June 14th."

Over the year that they'd been married it had become a tradition that Megan and Aiden were to go over to Melinda and Jim's house for dinner one Saturday every month. It just so happened that today was that Saturday.

"You don't think they're going to mad, do you? That we got pregnant so fast after getting married?" Megan's been a bundle of nerves all day.

"Megan. My parents tried for five years to have me. She'll probably be mad that it didn't happen sooner." Aiden pulls into his parent's driveway. He turned off the car and rushed around to open Megan's door for her.

"Aiden, I can open the door for myself. I'm fine." She says as she gets out of the car.

"You're pregnant. I have to take good care of my boy."

She sighed dramatically, blushing in spite of herself. "I told you, it's going to be a girl. The child in my dream was a girl."

Aiden keeps a hand on Megan's back as they walk to the front door. Megan speaks again. "Maybe we should wait until Christmas to tell them."

"Megan, that's too months away. Mom actually would kill you then."

They reach the front door. They don't even bother knocking. "Mom, we're here!" He calls as they take their coats off in the entrance way. The house has hardly changed since Aiden moved out. His old room was still just as he had left it when he moved out.

Melinda pokes her head out of the kitchen. "Perfect timing. The pasta just finished."

Megan's stomach turns, but she doesn't say anything. Melinda would go through the trouble of making her an entire meal if she knew that the baby didn't like the sound of pasta, and that wasn't necessary. If nothing else, they could get something on the way home.

All throughout dinner, Megan thought. She didn't know how she was going to tell them, but Aiden had decided that she should be the one to do it. Sure, it was Aiden's baby too, but Melinda and Megan shared such an intense bond that sometimes he had to remind himself that she was actually only Melinda's daughter-in-law, and he was the blood child.

Aiden could tell that Megan wasn't hungry. She kept stirring her noodles. He did see her pick out all the mushrooms and meatballs, though, so at least she was eating something. Wasn't the sickness supposed to happen in the morning time?

Megan was grateful that Melinda didn't ask her why she'd had to take off work today. She is not a good liar.

After dinner, like always, the conversation moved to the living room. Megan got settled on the couch with Aiden's arm draped around her shoulders. Melinda sat in the chair opposite them. Jim comes in with a bottle of wine.

"A friend of mine just brought this back from Italy. Supposedly the best wine in the world. Glasses for everybody!"

Megan suddenly realizes that Jim has just given her a perfect way to tell them. "No, thank you."

Jim throws her a look. "C'mon, at least try it. I'll pour you a little bit and if you don't like it, it won't be wasted."

Aiden squeezes Megan's shoulder, probably anticipating her next line. "It's not good for the baby."

It takes Melinda longer to react than Aiden thought it would. When her shrill scream finally fills the air, he knows that she is excited.

His mother is out of his chair and hugging Megan faster than he thought possible. "How far along are you? When are you due? How did you find out? Who's your doctor?" There are tears streaming down her face.

Megan laughs. "Aiden, honey, get the picture." Aiden stands up. His dad is standing there, staring at him.

"Hey, Grandpa." Aiden jokes.

Jim looks like he wants to be mad at the comment, but can't. A huge smile breaks out in his face. "Congratulations, Aiden." And then his dad pulls him into a long, hard hug. He almost doesn't want to let go. His dad was the greatest dad that ever existed. How could he possibly top that?

After the two men break their embrace, Aiden reaches into pocket for his wallet. The ultrasound picture still looks almost pristine. He hands it to his mother and waves his father over to join the small group.

Megan smiles brightly and leans over to look at the picture with Melinda. "We just found out today. That's why I took off. I'm 6 weeks. Due on June 14th."

"How'd you find out?" Jim asks, leaning over his wife's shoulder to get a look at his grandbaby.

"It might sound silly, but I had a dream about it. There was a girl at our bedroom door, calling me Mommy. She had Aiden's eyes. Plus I haven't been feeling very well. I guess I just knew."

Aiden watched his wife as she talked. There are some things in life you just know. He knew that he would never get this lucky again, in 20 more lifetimes. He was going to be a father.