I sat in the bathroom trying to work up the courage to go back out into the kitchen. I felt completely self-conscious, I was used to hanging out with the rest of the guys on my own, but this was one of the few times that I was going to be having dinner with just Sean and Owen. Unfortunately, the rest of my boys were out on Academy work. I knew that Owen had spent a long time today making dinner but he wouldn't tell me what it was.

"A secret Miss Sorenson, you'll just have to trust me," he said giving me his millimetre smile. That ended up being all I got out of him when I tried, even with my pouting that worked on Gabe.

Taking a deep breath and quick swish of water I straightened up, smoothing my hands down the front of my skirt and opened the door going back into the bedroom. It still made me giggle being in Owens bedroom .The room was so perfectly him, the steely grey sheets, glossy black furniture with not a fingerprint in sight, photos on his drawers of our first Halloween together all dressed up, Homecoming and that dress! The hours that it took to find "The One" I thought Victor was going to strangle Gabe towards the end, but the dress really was perfect! Who would have guessed that was 4 years ago? My oh my, how things have changed since then...

It was only in the last year that all of us began living together in the house, no longer having to call North to tell him if I had a bad dream, a rarity these days, I just walked down the hall and slipped through the door to his room, assuming of course that I wasn't already in the bed with him. Of course I had my own bedroom with it huge bed, the walk in closet filled with clothes by Gabe, and a book case filled by Kota, all my boys had put something in there so that they were always with me. But I still liked to share their rooms too.

When I finally made it into the kitchen, Owen looked up at me. I giggled when I noticed that there was a smudged on his cheek, his hair looking dusty. He must have run a floured hand through it. "I'm sorry Sang, I thought that this was going to turn out better than it did," he said apologetically, as he opened the oven door, smoke billowing into the kitchen.

"It's okay," I said. "What was it supposed to be?"

"It was an attempt at tartlets…but cooking isn't my forte it would appear." I couldn't help but giggle at the look of annoyance that crossed his face.

The smell hit me suddenly and my stomach flipped.

"Miss Sorenson…what is it?" I could hear the concern in his voice as he looked up at me.

I couldn't answer him as I ran to the bathroom and my stomach emptied itself.

"Miss Sorenson? … Sang? Sang? Are you okay my darling?" a cool hand rested on my forehead while his other hand pulled my hair back. The tenderness in his voice made me start crying and I didn't know why.

"I'm sorry Owen, I don't know what happened," I whispered as the retching eased off and he pulled me onto his lap on the floor.

"Don't be silly Miss Sorenson. I've got you. Have you been feeling sick for long sweetie?"

I was too worn out to lie to him, "Not long. Just a few days but this is the first time I've thrown up."

"Let's just get you into bed so you can get some rest," he said scooping me up as he stood and walked back into his bedroom. He pulled the sheets back and gently lay me down; the smell of spring soap comforted me as it filled my nose. He pulled the sheets up around my shoulders and brushed the hair back off my face. "I'll be right back."

I felt the air shift around me as he closed the bedroom door behind him. I really didn't want to fall asleep but I was tired after being sick; I only meant to rest my eyes for a moment…

I started to stir as I felt the air move again as the door opened. "Pookie? Are you awake?" I opened my eyes as Sean sat down on the bed next to me.

"I'm sorry," I manage to whisper, feeling guilty since it was one of his few nights off from the hospital. "I know that you were looking forward to tonight."

"Don't be silly, you feeling better is all I need. Owen said that you haven't been feeling well for a few days?" I nodded my head slowly; the movement made me fill sick again. "Do you mind if I take a look at you?" he asked gently.

"No, go ahead," I murmured. He gently pulled the covers back and checked me over. His hands hovered on my stomach when he stopped and looked at me….

"Sang, when was your last period?" My eyes flew open when he asked; I had never discussed these things with the boys before. We all knew that it happened, the things that I needed just appeared in the shopping chart without me ever needing to ask. When I started thinking about it I realised that I didn't know the answer. With everything that had gone on with the move I hadn't been paying attention to it.

"I…I don't… I don't know." My finger automatically flutters up to my lip and rests in my mouth…

Sean's hand gently reached up and pulled my finger out my mouth and held my hand, interlocking our fingers.

"Sang, I think we should talk. Your abdomen feels solid; we need to do some tests." I couldn't help but gasp. My eyes opened wide and I felt it welling up inside of me, I rolled off the bed and back into the bathroom as the waves of nausea hit me again.

When they eventually stopped I felt Sean scoop me up into his arms and carry me back out through the bedroom and out into the front door to the car. Owen was already out in the car with the door open and the engine running.