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"Grandma!" Zoë screeched as she leaped from Will's arms and down the brick path into my mother's arms.

"My baby Zoë," my mother laughed and kissed Zoë's face. Will chuckled and wrapped an protective arm around my waist and led me down the path to where my mother and Pete were standing.

"Hi Mom."

She smiles and hands Zoë off to Pete, who Zoë hugs as tightly as she can. My mother takes me into her arms and gives me an extra tight hug. "Oh Sophie, I missed you so much. "

I give her a pat or two on her back. "I missed you too Mom."

She stands back and takes me in. "Sophie you look absolutely glowing, better than I've seen you in months. You even gained some weight to fill out that small body of yours."

I cringed and tried not to sound offended. "Hello Mrs. Harris, or I guess it be McFadden now." Will said.

She walked up to him and gave him a tight hug, she stood back. "I told you time and time again Will to call me Myra." she said.

He nodded. "Hey, Mom can we go in now? I have to use the toilet." I laughed.

She nodded. "Of course, you know where it is." she laughed.

I ran into Pete's huge house, up the stairs and into the bathroom. I was relieved to finally be able to get a break. This baby felt like it was laying on my bladder.

I washed my hands and walked into Pete's guest room. Will was there opening up our suitcases to take out one of Zoë's pull ups.

"Where's Zoë?" I asked.

He gave me a look. "Where do you think?" he asked.

I laughed. "She really missed Zoë didn't she?"

He nodded. "You have any idea how your going to tell your Mom that your pregnant?" he asks.

I shook my head. "No idea, but I guess I might bring it up before dinner, so that no one chokes." he laughed. "Its not really a big deal I guess. I'm an adult. We can make our own decisions. I'm plenty old enough to have another baby."

He shrugs. "Maybe, maybe not."

"Will, we want this. I'm a mother, I don't need my mother's permission to have another child. This is between you and me. She'll be thrilled."

He smiles. "I hope so."

***

I was in the kitchen with my mother, supervising the cooking. I was cutting up the vegetables for the meatloaf that she was sure that she could make. I wasn't so sure. We used to have a lot of take out before I moved out.

"Mom?"

She turned from the stove and looked at me. "Yes?"

"If I told you something, would you not flip out?" I asked. Not sure that she was going to be calm about this.

He smiled and came over to hug me. "Honey, you can tell me anything. I'm still your mother you know?" I nodded.

"I know, its just that, it might be a bit of a shock." I muttered.

She sighed and kissed my forehead. "Just tell me, and I promise not to be upset."

"Mom, that never worked with you." I teased.

She shook her head. "Whatever it is I can handle, I swear. There cant be anything worse then getting pregnant at nineteen." she laughed.

I cringed. Oh god, what would she think? " It cant be any worse than being pregnant at twenty-one."

Her arms dropped. "Oh Sophie, again." she laughed. This wasn't the reaction I was expecting. She shook her head. "You and Will cant keep you hands off each other for two minutes?"

I laughed. "I swear, it wasn't my idea. It was all him." I said.

"Well of course it was. He's the man. Its all they think about." she teased and came over to hug me once again.

My eyes started to tear up, was she really not mad? "You're not mad?" I sniffled.

She laughed and kissed me again. "Oh no, not ever. I love being a grandma. I don't even mind that I'm too young." she teased. She gathered my face into her hands like she used to when I was little. "You make beautiful babies. Will loves you and I a wonderful father. I couldn't be more happy. This is wonderful news."

I sniffed and looked around her to the rising black smoke over by the stove. "Um Mom, the soup is burning."

"Oh dear!" she leaves my arms and rushes over to save our appetizer. I just simply laugh and put a hand to my stomach.

***

I walk into the guest room which Will and I are using, my hair is wrapped in a towel and I'm wearing a robe that my mother has lent me.

"Dinner was enjoyable." I say to Will as he lays across the bed.

He nods. "It was. You think your Mom can handle Zoë?" he asked.

I nod. "Of course. She's raised me after all." I joke.

He gets off the bed and comes over to me as I let my hair free and run my hands through the tangles. He moves the robe so that my shoulders are exposed. "Will, what are you doing?" I ask as he peppers my shoulders with kisses.

He chuckles. "Nothing."

I tilt my head back to give him a better angle. "Mummy, mummy!"

My eyes snap open and I push Will back. Zoë comes running into the room and into my arms. "Mummy, is you okay without me?" she asks.

I nod. "Of course. I have Daddy, he'll take care of me." I say.

She leans forward and whispers in my ear, "He's not very brave. He's scared of the boogieman." she teases.

We laugh together. "Hey what are you two whispering about?" he asks.

"You Daddy." Zoë and I say together.

"Oh really?" he asks and takes Zoë from my arms and begins to tickle her.

"No Daddy, no!" Zoë screams as wiggles trying to get free. "Mummy save me!"

I put a hand on Will's arm. "Come on Daddy, leave the baby alone."

He stops tickling her and sets her on the ground. She runs to me hugging my legs and looks up at me. "I'm not a baby Mummy, I'm a big girl."

I pat her head. "Yes, you are, but your Mummy's baby."

"Not for too much longer though." Will says wrapping his arms around my waist to put both hands on my stomach. My face falls. How do I tell my three-year-old daughter that I'm having a baby?

***

As I crawl into bed with Will he wraps his arms around me. "Will?" I ask.

He buries his face into my nearly dry hair and breaths deep. "Yes, my lovely."

I pause for a moment, not really sure what to say. "Will, how do we tell Zoë about the baby?' I ask.

He sighs. "What about the baby?" he asks.

I turn in his arms. "That I'm having a baby. That it won't be just her anymore. How do we explain that to a three-year old?"

He shrugs and kisses me sweetly. "You worry too much." he says.

I'm actually starting to get angry but I try to keep it cool. "No, I worry just enough. What is she going to say when we come home with an infant one day?" I ask a little angry.

He laughs. "She'll figure it out before then. "

"When do we tell her though?" I ask.

He holds me a little closer, "I don't think there's a certain time that we're supposed to tell her." he said.

"Will, please be serious. I want her to understand what's happening."

"She's smart. When you start to show, she'll ask a question or two and you just answer honestly."

"So… basically, your leaving the job to me. " I ask.

"No, if you want tell her to ask me and I'll tell her." he said.

"But when though?" I ask.

He puts a hand to my already protruding abdomen. "I think she'll be asking within the next few weeks." he laughs.

I sigh. "I guess. Good thing I kept all my maternity clothes."

He nods and nuzzles my neck. "Are you going to be mean to me?" he asks.

"I'm mean to you?" I ask.

"Yeah, you were very mean during your last pregnancy." I laugh.

"Your right about that." My hormones seemed to be under control for the time being. "I promise to try to be as nice as I possibly can."

"Thanks."

Super sorry sbout the long wait. Sequels are always hard for me. I will not give up on this no longer how long it takes! I know i promised Shiloh but he was being a little shy (lol shy, and his name is Shiloh). Anyway, he will definatly be in the next one and so will Emmy even if i have to drag him out with my bare hands. lol I'm been working on a new story that will be very similar to Serendipity. It hasnt poted yet so put me on you author alerts to look out for that soon.