I woke up early and went to the shops. I needed ingredients to make Nick breakfast. She was so beautiful and peaceful in her sleep I thought I wouldn't be able to leave. My shopping went fast and I went to look at her once more when I came back home. The bed was empty. I bumped into her as I was racing out of the door. I caught her before she could fall. "Where's the fire?" she asked.

"I woke up and you were gone," I explained, hugging her.

"I went for a quick jog," she stroked my hair.

"Don't scare me like that again," I said, not letting go. "I can't lose you, okay?" I pulled her back and looked into her eyes. "You're my family." I put my hand on her still flat stomach.

"I'm not going anywhere," she assured me, brushing my cheek. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her tenderly.

"I was going to bring you breakfast in bed," I pointed to the grocery bag on the floor.

"I'll come help you," she laughed.

"What are you planning on doing to me?" I asked. There was something about that lingering smile.

"I might burn the house down," she shrugged, "Cooking was never a talent I possessed. Ian used to say I should put the different foods separately and label them so he'd know what he was eating." She smiled at the memory. "Mad Max ate everything I ever made without a complaint."

"When are we going to tell them?" I asked her.

"When the kid's in college?" I wasn't entirely sure that was a joke.

"We'll start with my family," I tried to be understanding.

"You mean half of La Push? Sure," she rolled her eyes.

"Why don't you want to tell anyone?" I asked.

"I need to get used to the idea of being pregnant before I have people overwhelming me with congratulations," she said.

"I understand," I told her guiltily.

"Who have you told?" her eyes widened.

"I haven't told anyone, I swear. But they'll know," I told her apologetically.

"How can they know if you haven't told them?" she asked me accusingly.

"Your hormones change and stuff when you're pregnant," I offered.

"They can't see my hormones," she said matter of factually.

"You smell different," I furthered my explanation.

"I'll be in the kitchen when you want to make sense," she tried to walk around me.

"It's a werewolf thing," I heard her sigh quietly when I said that, "We have super senses."

"Of course you do," she started walking again. I elected to follow her to the kitchen instead of stopping her.

"Pregnancy has sweetened your smell," I reported as I walked behind her. "But you still have an edge." She ignored me and picked up the bag.

"This is a joke, right?" she looked into the package. I waited for her to continue. "Rye bread? Celery? Oatmeal?" she threw the bag back at me.

"A healthy diet is important, especially when you're pregnant," I tried to reason with her. Were women hormonal this early on?

"I'm going to say this slowly so you'll understand," she put her hands together, "I'm going to eat cornflakes and eggs and the thickest bacon I can find. You just thank God I'm willing to wash it down with Sunny D instead of Russian Bear."

"I've got bacon in the fridge," I backed down. "The eggs are cracked."

"We're gonna break them anyway," she took them out of my hands, "You make the bacon." She got out an ipod and played music I felt would hurt her ears but if I've learned one thing about Nikita is that she'll turn up the volume if I say that. Watching her dance was a plus though. The song was heavy on the metal but it wasn't fast. She swayed gently in some parts and others, well I can now officially say I can see Nikita's breasts even when she's facing away from me.

I made her cereal and gave it to her then dished up. I sat down and waited for her. She told me I didn't have to but I wanted to eat with her. She finished the cereal and we sat down for breakfast together. This felt so right. I dug into my eggs and then I had to laugh. "I suppose you get a kick from ruining breakfast," I said through laughter.

"I really can't cook," she laughed with me.

"You didn't have to turn the eggs into cardboard so you could make me believe that," I continued laughing. She just looked down and shook her head. I realised it wasn't a joke then, "I'm sorry Nick. I didn't mean to offend you." I brushed the back of her hand.

"I'm not offended," she smiled, "I'm a horrible cook. I'm good at most things but I'm useless at cooking."

"Well you never have to worry about that," I leaned over the table, "I'm a great cook. You just worry about kissing me next time."

"Tell me you don't have the stupid apron that says that," she skipped her eggs and went straight for the bacon. Wise choice.

"Of course I have the stupid apron that says that," I sat back and watched her eat. Her hair was down, she was still flushed from her jog. She was absolutely radiant. Then she smiled and nearly stopped my heart.

"Fine," she sighed, "Tell them but we tell my family on my terms, okay?"

"Of course," I went around the table and hugged her.

"Wipe the stupid grin off your face," she rolled her eyes.

"Can we go today?" I couldn't contain my excitement.

"I hate you just a little bit sometimes," she brushed my hair then kissed my cheek, "I'm going to take a shower." She threw her top at me. If that wasn't an invitation than she's trying to kill me with blue balls. I followed her into the bathroom. She faced me and undressed until she was as naked as a jaybird. I followed suit. She walked backward into the shower. She opened the water just as I stepped in and jumped into my arms the second it hit her body. She was using me as a shield against the cold spray. The sweet sound of her laughter filled the room.

I held her close to my body. She relaxed before the water had heated enough. "It's a wolf thing," I told her when she looked at me worriedly. Her leg started creeping up mine. Painfully slowly. I kissed her gently and ran my fingers down her back. She shivered and kissed me harder. I pushed her against the wall. I stood back to make sure she was okay. "I'm sorry."

"Stop being stupid or do you not want to have sex with me?" she tilted her head and lifted her leg and pushed herself away from the wall and gave me an eyeful. I put my legs between hers. I watched as her leg curled into just the perfect spot on mine. I reached back and pulled it higher up. I let my hand slide across her thigh. Her heart rate was in a frenzy, her hand was limp on my shoulder and her breath was heavy. I could smell her arousal.

I positioned myself at her entrance and lifted her off the floor. She moaned slightly as I started to push my member into her. I couldn't help the growl that escaped me. She gasped but since she pulled me closer I took it as a good sign. She leaned but instead of kissing me she whispered one words into my mouth. "Please." I kissed her and started pushing myself into her tight heat. Then I heard someone break through my door.

"Shit," I broke the kiss.

"Don't stop," she begged. I breathed heavily into her chest. I was giving serious consideration to not stopping.

"We've got visitors," I breathed. She let out a sigh of frustration and unhooked one of her legs from my waist so I could lower her. I grabbed a towel and passed it to her. I went out naked to greet my brothers. They were a little shocked, to say the least, by my appearance. "Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked Sam, Jacob and Paul in a voice that was too tense.

"You can put the snake away," Jacob pointed.

"He can't do that," Nick came around the corner in her towel, "I need to use it."

"You could have told us," Sam said to me.

"She got back yesterday and I just honestly forgot about you guys," I shrugged.

"Shoo," she stood behind me and wrapped her leg around my waist.

"Don't give our visitors a show," I whispered but held on to her leg.

"This is beyond weird," Paul turn for the door.

"It's beyond disgusting as well," Jacob followed him when I turned and ran my hand up her leg.

"Childish," Sam mumbled in disgust. Now I couldn't resist.

"Sam," I broke away from Nikita to see their reaction. "I'm gonna be a dad."