Enjoy?


"Jerome?" Mara called, hanging up her coat and scarf. Her brown eye flitted to the stairs, hoping he'd come down. When he didn't, she checked the living room and then the kitchen.

Suddenly, she was lifted off the floor by her waist and spun around. In the surprise of being tackled, she shrieked. She was then set back on the floor and spun around so she was facing her husband. He was grinning like an idiot. His eyes were sparked with an electric blue she hadn't seen in a long time.

"What's got into you?"

"I am the happiest man on earth." He replied.

"Why?" she asked suspiciously.

"Because…you are my wife, and you are the most amazing woman in the world, and you're my wife, no one else's. I love you."

"I love you, too. What's going on?"

"Oh, I don't know…" he shrugged, tickling her sides. She giggled and squirmed, batting his hands away from her.

She asked her question again once he stopped and he denied having a real reason for his happiness. He figured that since she hadn't told him yet, that she might be planning something, just like when she had told him the first time.

"Okay, well, I've got some stuff to do. I'll be in the study."

"Have fun," he grinned and pressed his lips to hers.

"I will." She chuckled, pushing away from him, and headed down the hallway to their study.

Mara shut the door softly behind her and took her cell phone out of her pocket. She dialed Amber's number quickly.

"Hey, Mars, how's it going with planning your special night?"

"Fine, but, Amber, I'm worried."

"Why, what happened?" the blonde was suddenly alert on the other end.

"What if Jerome doesn't want to have the baby?"

"But he's the one that suggested trying again."

"Yes, I know, but what if he had changed his mind?"

"In the past few weeks? I doubt it. But, Mara, come on, this is Jerome we're talking about. Once he sets his mind on something, he'll do anything in his power to go through with it, and he wants another baby."

"Yeah, but what if he changes his mind during the pregnancy? Or after the baby is born?"

"Or what if you stop thinking about the what ifs? Honey, you're putting too much thought into this. Jerome loves you. You love Jerome. You two got through one of the hardest things in the history of the galaxy. Enough said. I don't think you should think about it anymore. Just tell him, see how he reacts, and then take it from there. Please, for the first time in your life, just go with the flow. Don't plan ahead." Amber sighed tiredly.

"I'm sorry, am I annoying you?" Mara asked sheepishly.

"No, Alfie and Tommy are driving me crazy! I found them chowing down on cookies in the coat closet not ten minutes ago. Alfie told me he would let him do that anymore, but instead, he does it as well."

"Your life sounds so much more interesting than mine, Amber."

"Yeah, but your life is easier than mine. All you have to do is tell Jerome that you're pregnant; I have to keep cookies from two Alfies. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?" Amber exclaimed.

Mara bit her lip to keep from laughing. Ever since Tommy had been born, Amber had gotten a little stressed. It was when the boy got a little older when Amber saw the light of the situation, but that didn't mean that she wasn't even more stressed. She loved the boy to bits, but couldn't stand him at times.

"Mara's pregnant?!"

Mara's eyes went wide.

"Alfie, quiet! No, Alfie, wait, don't call Jerome!" Amber ordered.

Mara pulled the phone away from her ear as Amber's clanked against something and the couple on the other end began yelling and screaming. The words jumble together and Mara had trouble trying to decipher what they were saying. Amber's phone was picked up and a sigh came from the other end.

"Mara, you're on speaker, Alfie is also in the room."

"Okay, Alfie, please, do not call Jerome. He doesn't know, and I want to tell him tonight."

"Oh…fine…how are you going to tell him?"

"None of your business, Alfie." she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, but don't worry about him not wanting another kid."

"Why?"

"We talked about it; he wants another one really bad. And he's having debates with himself whether or not it's him. That he might be the reason you can't have kids. He's also thinking about breaking up with you so you can be with someone that can give you a family. And he's also been thinking about sperm donors—"

"Okay, Alfie, let's stop talking now." Amber suggested. The phone was moved again and Mara bit her lip. "You're off speaker, Mara."

"Amber, is he serious?" she asked quietly.

"It sure seems like it…"

"Okay, thank you for talking to me; I'll let all of you know how it turns out. Love you."

"Love you too, Mars, good luck!" Amber squealed and the other line clicked, signaling the call was over.

Mara blew out a small breath, leaning back in the leather chair she sat in. Hopefully, Alfie was right.


"Did the girls leave?" Eddie asked, stepping out of the bathroom.

Patricia sat down on their bed and nodded, leaning back on the many pillows, and closing her green eyes. She felt the bed shift under her husband's weight and then the popping sound of a cork being unplugged from its bottle, and her eyes shot open. The aroma of the champagne filled the room and she gagged, covering her mouth with her hand, and running out of the room to the bathroom.

"What, I'm thirsty!" he called after her. He smirked. He knew that would work.

"Why would you get out champagne, doofus?" she growled once she had finished her retching.

"Because I thought you'd like to celebrate Jerome and Mara's pregnancy."

She stared at him blankly.

"Or maybe ours?" he suggested, standing and wrapping an arm around her waist.

"How'd you know?" she asked after a thought.

"Because you're—" he motioned to her body.

"I'm what?" she demanded, glaring, hands on her hips.

"Glowing," he finished, kissing her cheek.

She pursed her lips.

"Alright, let's go watch a movie and have some ice cream—"

"With pickles,"

"Right, with pickles," he chuckled, taking her hand and leading her down the stairs to their common room.


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-Rachel