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Sam sat me on his lap, letting me nestle close to him. "Em, why don't we call up Sue at least?" he pleaded quietly. "You never get sick."

"I'm fine," I mumbled.

He sighed, wrapping his arms around me after taking another sip of his coffee. "If it gets worse I'm taking you to see a doctor."

I rolled my eyes where he couldn't see, and got to my feet. He gave me a worried look as I started to clean the kitchen, but he held his tongue. I had just finished putting away the dishes I had washed when the front door opened, and tiny footsteps could be heard running through the house.

"Aunt Emmie!" Claire exclaimed, latching onto my leg.

Quil chuckled, taking his seat at the table. "Easy, Claire."

Claire grinned up at me, holding her arms out. When I had her safely on my hip, she laid her head on my shoulder.

"Are you tired, honey?" I whispered, stroking her hair.

"Hungwy," she explained.

I smiled at her; my nausea forgotten momentarily. "Well we can't have that, now can we?" I looked at the trays of food on the table, and realized I would have to make her something else. The boys were eating the pancake breakfast much too fast. I opened the refrigerator and laughed when her eyes lit up at the sight of a bowl of dark red strawberries.

Her face broke into a smile after she bit into one. "Thank you, Aunt Emmie," she said, placing a slopping kiss on my cheek.

I laughed, and blew raspberries all over her after she swallowed.

She began giggling up a storm, squealing as I tickled her. She wrapped her arms tight around my neck, and gave me another wet kiss.

"Well thank you, princess," I said, hugging her tight.

*******Sam's Point Of View*******

"You all know?" I questioned, looking up from my beer that night.

Everyone around the table smiled sheepishly.

"We figured it out yesterday," Leah admitted.

I chuckled, and a feeling of pride swirled within me. "Do you think she's realized it yet?"

Rachel nodded her head, scooting closer to Paul. "She knows or she would have used that spray to clean the counters earlier. She's probably just waiting to make sure before she says anything."

"She's been staying away from stuff like that for weeks now," I pointed out. "She went through the house and trashed all of that before we started trying."

"You guys planned this?" Paul asked.

"Baby fever," I mumbled, shaking my head with a laugh.

"You are whipped, man," Jared joked.

I smiled, glancing at the front door to listen for Emily's soft breathing as she spoke to Claire's mom on the phone. "You wait until it hits you. We were taking a walk on the beach, saw a couple playing fetch with their dog and building a sandcastle for their toddler to knock over…. The next thing I knew we were planning our life around a baby that wasn't even here yet."

"That big of a deal?"

I nodded. "That big of a deal, Paul."

*******Emily's Point Of View*******

I crawled into bed after showering, cuddling against Sam. He wrapped his arms around my body, and let me press my face against his chest. We lay like that until the moon was high in the sky.

I sighed, and kept quiet for a few minutes as I thought some things through. My period had been six weeks late now. At first I had thought it was just my irregular period, but in the days before my emotional outburst on Sam I realized what it really was.

I pulled back to look him in the eyes. "I haven't taken a test yet," I said.

He gave me a smile, rubbing my back with one of his hands.

"I'm pregnant, aren't I?"

"I'm pretty sure, babe. You're scent has changed, and it hurts even more to be away from you."

I brushed my lips against his neck. "I'll make a doctor's appointment tomorrow."

He smiled slyly as I straddled his waist. "I'm liking the soaking wet hair thing you have going on," he joked.

I rolled my eyes, trailing kisses up his chest. Before we had a chance to get any further there were wolves howling close to the house.

He let out his breath and gave me a sad smile. "I'm sorry, babe," he whispered, setting me in the middle of the bed and pulling the covers over me.

"It's okay," I mumbled, trying to hide my disappointment. "Be careful."

"Always am," he said. He placed a kiss on my lips, and then handed me the television remote. "Try to get some sleep, babe." He grabbed his cell phone from the nightstand before smiling at me. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I whispered, snuggling into the covers.