A/N: So this is the sequel to The Not So Many Romances of Megan Hunt! I wrote it, even though I said I would wait, you know why? Because I'm amazing and very impatient! You should probably read that story before you read this one, because there are spoilers for it, and a couple of references! This is set a few months after the end of chapter twelve!

Disclaimer: I do not own Body of Proof, or Nic Bishop would be in season 3!

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Chapter One: Engagement

"That's the last of it." Peter grunted as he dropped the box on his hardwood floor.

"Thank you." Megan said, flashing him a smile as she started to put Peter's books on the shelf.

"Thank you for letting me stay here." Peter returned the smile as he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"We're getting married, it was going to happen, anyway." She said, chuckling as Peter sucked on her exposed collarbone.

"I know." Megan dropped the books she had been holding and bit her lip as her fiancé moved her hair out of the way to kiss her jawline. "But I just want you to know," Peter's voice was deep and lusty. "how grateful I am."

"Hmm…" Megan turned around and kissed him hard. "How grateful are you?"

"I'd be happy to show you…" And he picked Megan up and carried her into her – actually, their – bedroom.

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"No, Peter. We have to go to work." Megan lifted his arm off of her waist and started to get up from the bed. Peter sighed and got up as well. He was going to have to re-adjust to not having sex every morning, as they had been since he moved in. At least, every day that Lacey wasn't there.

"Alright." Megan smiled at him and walked over to her closet, pulling out a dress to change into. But she didn't get a chance before she felt overwhelming waves of nausea flowing through her, and she ran into the bathroom.

"Megs!" Peter followed her and pulled her hair out of her face while she puked. He held it back with one hand and stroked her back with the other, saying soothing words to her. Megan flushed the toilet and wiped out her mouth, trying to rid herself of the disgusting taste left over.

"Are you okay, honey?" Peter held her shoulders gently and walked over to the bed once again. "It's alright." He laid down beside her and held her soothingly. "I'll call us both in sick. I'll stay with you, okay?"

Megan removed herself from his embrace and checked her forehead. Not really a fever. "No, I'll be fine. It may have been something I ate."

"Are you sure?" Peter didn't want her to go to work and end up vomiting all over a witness or anything. "I'm sure Kate'll be fine with it – "

"I'm sure." She got up, picked the dress up off of the floor and started to change.

"Okay…" Peter went to go brush his teeth and hoped Megan wasn't catching anything bad.

But the very next day, just before they sat down for breakfast. Megan emptied her stomach into the kitchen sink, even worse than the day before.

Peter handed her a mint from her purse, then picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

"Peter, I'm fine, really – "

"I know you say that, but I want you to stay home today, just to be sure. I'll go to work, bring you something home for lunch, and I'll try to get home early. Okay?"

"Fine…" Megan grumbled, situating herself under the covers, knowing that Peter would not change his mind.

But just after Peter left, she got out of bed. Digging through the bathroom cabinet, she looked for something she hadn't needed in a long time – a pregnancy test.

So after waiting the allotted amount of time, she checked the results. And was shocked, but not surprised, to see the positive on the test.

Megan Hunt was pregnant.

She just sat on her bed and stared at the ceiling until Peter walked in at noon. "Hey, sweetie. How are you feeling?" He asked, putting down the bag with her lunch in it on the nightstand.

"Much better." She hugged him and pulled him down beside her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. Megan just tucked her head into the crook of his neck and hooked a leg around his hips. Peter pulled back and looked at her face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, brushing the stray hair from her face.

Megan had been lost in thought. "What? Oh, nothing. I just…missed you." It wasn't a complete lie. She had missed him, but decided not to tell him about this pregnancy just yet. She made herself a mental promise. She would tell him within the next six weeks. That would be far along enough to know that the baby was coming, but not so long as he might get suspicious.

Six weeks.

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I hope you liked it! This story will probably have ten chapters, so there you go! I'm still upset about Nic Bishop leaving the show, but I'm starting to get over it… Okay, no I'm not! I love Peter! And Nic Bishop is a complete and total hunk of Australian hotness! I'm hoping he might be mentioned a lot, you know, like Megan feeling guilty about his death (I'm assuming he died in the season 2 finale) and all that.

If you review a lot, I might make the story longer, or update faster!