Jim sat down beside Melinda on the bed, holding a hot bowl of soup. Mel was bundled up in all the blankets Jim could find her, but she was still cold and trembling.

"Here." He said softly. "Eat this. It will help."

Melinda sat up against the headboard, and as she did so, Jim adjusted the pillow behind her back so she'd be more comfortable. Then he pulled the blankets up over her shoulders, and brought a spoonful of soup to her mouth. She swallowed it hard and coughed a couple of times.

Jim wiped some soup away from the corner of her mouth and looked at her worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Mel said. "I just can't stop shaking. And I feel like there's about a pound of water in my lungs."

Jim sighed and fed her another spoonful of soup.

"I saw Romano." Melinda said bluntly.

Jim froze and looked at her.

"In the water." Mel continued. "After I dunked you under… I felt like something was dragging me down. I couldn't get away. And then I saw him. He said 'You're not going to have this baby. You're mine.' And then I was drowning. I couldn't figure out which way was up, and I couldn't hold my breath anymore, and…." She burst into tears, and buried her head in the blankets.

Jim quickly put the soup down on the nightstand and moved closer to her, taking her into his arms. She turned into him and buried her head in his chest and cried for what seemed like hours. He stroked her hair and whispered in her ear, trying to calm her down. Soon, her crying turned into violent coughing, and she gasped for air. Jim took her arms and held them above her head.

"Breathe." He ordered. "You're alright. Breathe in…"

Mel wheezed, but managed to take a deep breath. Her trembling was worse now from the stress and exertion, and Jim lowered her arms and pulled the blankets back up around her.

"We have to be careful." He said, cupping her face in his hands."You could get pneumonia if you don't take it easy."

Jim spotted a stray tear trailing its way down her cheek and he wiped it away with his thumb. "Now listen to me." He said seriously. "I lost you once to this bastard, Romano. I'm not going to lose you again. You hear me?"

Mel nodded.

"What can we do?" Jim asked.

Melinda sighed. "The only thing I can think of is, I have to find a way to get him to cross over."

Jim looked at her nervously. "Mel, this isn't a normal ghost we're talking about. He's evil. He's hurt you a countless number of times, he's hurt me… I just don't think he's the crossing-over type."

"I'll figure out something." Mel said matter-of-factly. Then, suddenly, she jumped and her hand flew to her stomach.

"What? Mel? Are you okay?" Jim asked, panic-stricken.

A huge smile took over Melinda's face, and she looked up at him.

"The baby just kicked!" She announced happily.

Jim looked surprised for a second, and then he grinned broadly as Mel took his hand and placed it on her stomach.

"There!" Mel said.

"I felt it." Jim laughed, and leaned down, placing a kiss on Melinda's stomach. "You…" He said to the baby. "Are gonna be fighter, just like your mother. And you're going to be brilliant and immensely good-looking, just like your daddy."

Melinda gently slapped Jim across the head and laughed loudly. "Now we can only hope for that modesty gene of yours." She joked.

Jim looked back up at Melinda, smiling a 1000-watt smile, and took her face in his hands. Then he kissed her with all the passion he could muster (which happened to be a lot). When he pulled away, he looked into her eyes for a minute, and then announced: "Baby's hungry. Must eat soup!" And he brought the bowl up to Melinda and fed her the rest.