Morgan's POV:

# "I love you," Hunter whispered close to my ear. I glanced around, we were standing in a circle and I was wearing a white, soft robe with a crown of small flowers. He had on a white robe, too; I could feel his warmth through it. There were people surrounding us that were mainly witches, our coven included.
"Where are we?" I asked, searching his intense, green eyes. He laughed, "Our Handfasting, love." He bent down to kiss me.
After I opened my eyes, I stared into his, but the green eyes that I had stared into so many times were gone. They were gold, Goddess; they were just like Cal's. "Hunter, what's happening?"
"What do you mean?" The rest of his face was changing. I pulled out of his arms. He laughed cruelly and I was near tears. I looked on the ground; the Hunter I knew and loved was lying there, his beautiful eyes held no life. "NO!" I cried, falling down to his side.
I looked up at Cal through my tears; he was looking in another direction. I followed his gaze, to my father. "Ciaran? What are you doing here?" He smiled, saying nothing, but was holding a bundle. It was a baby, Hunter and my baby. "Moira! Please no! Goddess, No!!!"
"Morgan, Morgan," Cal was shaking my shoulders. #

"Morgan!!!" I woke up, sweating. Hunter was sitting on my bed, shaking me.

"Hunter! Thank god you're alright!" I started crying into his chest, his body was warm again.

He held me close, stroking my hair. "Shh, love, it's alright." He let me cry until I felt better. I looked up at his face, and he brushed a strand of hair from my cheek, then kissed away my tears.

"What happened? Tell me." I told him of my dream, leaving out that Ciaran was holding our child.

"But it can't ever come true, can it? I mean Cal's dead." I said quietly. He pulled away from me, his jaw shifting and fists clenching. I knew Hunter well enough to know he was angry and trying to keep it from showing.

"Morgan, there's something I need to tell you. When we thought Cal died, he was unconscious and has been in, basically, witch rehab. He is alive," Hunter tensed and swallowed. "And he says he still loves you and wants you back." He looked at me, waiting. I was at a loss for words. "Morgan, he won't get you back, so long as I live and love you, and you love me."

I was near tears again. "But.what if my dream was a premonition of that?" My throat was dry; it was hard to get each word out. I thought of him lying on the ground and our baby.

"We won't let it be, I promise." He pulled me close, kissing me urgently. Hunter pushed me back on the bed, moving from my lips to my neck. He pulled off my shirt, after taking off his, and slid his hands down my chest, to my jeans.

"Hunter, Hunter, stop." I pushed against his naked chest.

"Why, what's wrong?" He looked confused. Hunter stroked my hair again, sliding his hands down my back.

"I have to tell you something else."

His eyes flashed angrily. Hunter stood up and put his shirt back on, I did the same. "What? What, now that you know Cal's back, you want him?" He was yelling now.

I couldn't believe what he was saying. "Hunter, you just tried to make love to me and now you're accusing me of NOT loving you?"

"Well what the bloody hell can I think? We've made love before, you can't say you're not ready!" He was furious.

I crossed the room and put my arms around him, burying my face in his muscled chest. "I love you, I do with all my heart. You know I do."

He put his arms around me. "I'm sorry love. It's just that, he made you fall in love with him once." His voice cracked, near tears.

I led him back over to the bed, letting him sit. He pulled me into him, putting his head on my breasts. Since I had been pregnant, my chest size had gone up significantly. Now I actually had the need for a bra.

"Hunter, can I tell you now?" He looked up at me, smiling.

"Yes love, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted like that. I love you."

"Promise?"

"Always." He kissed my breast gently. I took his hand and slid it up to my stomach. He paused and I felt him cast his senses into me. Hunter's eyes grew large.

"You're pregnant?"

"Yes, since Beltane. I would've told you sooner, but I just found out."

He grinned. "Morgan, that's wonderful! We're going to have a baby!" He fell to his knees, kissing my stomach.

I was overjoyed. "It's a girl."

Hunter stood up. "I love you, so much." He kissed me, holding me tightly.

When we broke apart, Hunter was still smiling, as was I. "Come on, my love. We should go tell my mum and da, and you can finally meet my sister, Alwyn."

I laughed. "That'll be great. 'Hi, nice to meet you, you're going to be an aunt.'" Hunter laughed and grabbed my hand, pulling me out the door and to his car.