"Why not?" His voice cracked with pain. She closed her eyes, pausing to gather strength before she turned to face him.

"Why are you asking, Greg?"

"I want to know why the mother of my children refuses to marry me," he spat, pulling away from her.

Morgan sighed. "No, Greg. Why are you asking me to marry you?"

"Because…" His voice trailed off when he realized the reason he was about to give was not the one she wanted to hear. He took a deep breath. "Because I love you, Morgan."

"And that's why you didn't mention it until now? You never said a word about marriage until my dad brought it up. I mean, if it's just because you love me, why didn't you ask me two months ago when we were going at it in my bed, huh? According to Sara, you loved me well before then."

"Morgan-"

"No. Don't you see it, Greg? You have me and this relationship on a pedestal, and when everything comes crashing down, it won't just be me and you who gets hurt." Her hand traveled to her belly.

"What are you afraid of? That I'll leave you? That will never happen."

"I'm scared you will regret it," she whispered. "And that you will resent me. It happens. I spent my whole childhood living in between those two emotions. My father's regret and my mother's resentment." Her hand drifted through his hair as she caught his gaze, sad and soft. She moved closer, resting her head against his chest. "It's not that I don't want to marry you, Greg. I just want you to really understand what you are asking. This isn't some fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants decision we are talking about here."

"You mean like getting pregnant?" Morgan looked up to see him smirking. "Look, I've give it to you that this hasn't been the most conventional relationship, but that doesn't mean everything is going to implode." Greg wrapped his arms around her. "You don't have to answer me today. But I'm not going to stop asking until you realize I'm never letting you go. Not without a fight."

Morgan kissed him, teasing his tongue with her own, as she moved on top of him. "Let's just enjoy this for a while," she breathed against his mouth as she began round two in their long night of passion.

"Henry?" Morgan followed the lab tech's sightline down to her cleavage when he stopped talking mid sentence. She had just started her second trimester and was learning all sorts of new things about her changing body, like how her button up shirts could no longer fully cover her swelling breasts. "Henry!" She snapped to direct his attention back to her face. "Eyes up here. What were you saying about the trace we found?"

His face flushed bright red as he mumbled the rest of his findings.

"Am I interrupting?" Greg's voice startled Henry who stumbled trying to quickly find his way out the door. Greg looked to Morgan. "What was that about?"

"Oh, he was probably just embarrassed because I caught him checking out my boobs," Morgan said, a sly smirk crossing her face.

Greg glanced down and smiled. "Well, I can't say I blame him. Although, I still like them bare the best. Why don't you let me sneak a quick peek?"

Morgan acted aghast as she playfully hit him on the chest. "Greg Sanders!"

Laughing, he snaked his arms around her from behind and almost jumped when a swift sudden movement from Morgan's small protruding bump made contact with his hand. "Whoa! Did you feel that?"

"One of the babies moved," she awed, placing her hands over Greg's. Another kick thumped them.

"Damn, that's cool." Greg had spent the last two months skirting around the marriage issue, but he knew he was wearing her down. The other day he noticed she had more products in his medicine cabinet then he did. She had also added a few touches here or there in his apartment's decor, and most nights she wound up sleeping in his bed, too exhausted to drive home. He had even emptied a drawer for her in his dresser, anticipating the day she would finally move in for good.

"Hey, don't make plans for after work. I'm taking you out," Greg's warm breath tickled her ear.

"Worry about later in your own time. Right now you're working. Or you should be." They looked up to see Russell in the doorway. Russell's gaze shifted quickly away from them to the ceiling. "Morgan, um, I think you're missing a button."

Morgan glanced down horrified to see her shirt had been stretched to its limits, the top button popping off and exposing most of her now ample bosom. Greg moved to rectify the situation, throwing his coat around her. She whispered her gratitude to him, as Russell handed out there assignments.

"Greg, there's a scene out in the suburbs for you. Suggested suicide. Morgan, I need you to sift through some evidence from an old case for me. Defendant was convicted and now is suing for a new trial. Says the jury was tainted against him." Russell smiled. "Gotta love justice right?"

Greg nodded and kissed Morgan's cheek. "See you later," he told her as he left for his scene.

Morgan was in deep organization mode going through the evidence in the dusty boxes she had pulled from storage. The vibration against her leg broke her concentration. She pulled Greg's phone out of his coat pocket and saw Russell's name flashing on the screen.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Who is this? Where's Greg?" Russell's voice answered back.

"This is Morgan. Greg left his phone. What's wrong? Is he not processing that suicide?"

"No, he never showed up and that was about an hour ago. Morgan, do me a favor? Pull up his Denali's location on the GPS. Maybe we track where he went."

Morgan moved to the computer, trying to track Greg's last location. She told herself not to panic. Surely it was some misunderstanding. Maybe he just had the wrong address. Maybe-

"Oh God!" Morgan felt the blood drain from her face, a chill coursing through her.

"Morgan, what is it?"

"Greg's car was in an accident with a Mustang over at the intersection near Main Street," She swallowed and pushed herself to finish reading the report, even as her knees went weak. "There was one injured and one fatality, but I have no idea which is from which car."

There was a pause on the phone line and a pounding in Morgan's chest.

"Wait there. I'll have Sara meet you and you both can go to Desert Palm to check it out," Russell said. "Morgan, are you okay?"

She didn't answer him. She barely even heard him as she pulled the small velvet ring box out of the other coat pocket. The lid creaked open displaying a beautiful princess cut diamond.

"No, I'm not," she croaked, letting the phone drop to the floor.

"Is there a Greg Sanders registered as a patient here?" Sara asked the male nurse behind the desk. Morgan stood behind her, silently chewing on a thumbnail, trembling.

"Room 506,"the nurse answered back. Sara looked at Morgan as both exhaled the tension they had held. Relief flood over her. Thank God, he was alive.

They rushed to find the room, Sara on Morgan's heels as they came to it. Morgan pushed open the door and gasped when she saw Greg. Both his eyes were swollen, his nose broken along with one of his arms. Deep lacerations were on one side of his face, stitched shut.

"Oh my God! Greg, are you in pain?" Morgan sat beside him on the bed and gently ran her fingers by the wounds.

"Hey," his voice was groggy and scratchy. "I'm okay. Just a few cuts and bruises."

Sara patted Morgan on the back. "I'll give you two a few minutes. I'm going to call Russell" Morgan thank her as she left.

"You scared me." She kissed his bruised lips. "I thought you were dead. I thought I had lost you."

"Nah. Didn't I tell you I'd never let you go without a fight? I just got my ass kicked is all."

Morgan laughed and wiped away her tears.

"I love you so much." She pulled the ring box out of the coat and laid it on top of Greg as he inched to sit up.

"Morgan-" He started, afraid of what she was going to say.

"Ask me again." She took his hand in hers, caressing it. "Please Greg, ask me again."

He looked at her and smiled. "Morgan, will you marry me?"

"Yes. Absolutely. "