Jill's POV

I had my second appointment with the doctor scheduled today. The boys were in school so it was only Tim and me going. The boys got home around three, so we decided to come home around then. They could stay home by themselves, but we had things to do at home anyways.

I would get an ultrasound too, so I'd get to see my baby for the first time. I was excited to get a picture of him/her.

I had a bag packed for myself for the day since I was unsure of how I'd do. For the first time during this pregnancy, my nausea had stated to let up. It was better than it had been the past few weeks. I had crackers, ginger-ale and nausea-helping snacks in there. I had fruit and sweets packed along with it and some tissues for my nose.

"Are you ready to go, Jill?" Tim asked as I got my jacket on.

I nodded. "Yep, I've got the bag all packed. I left a note too in case we don't get home in time for the boys, but I'm not worried."

Tim chuckled. "Jill, they're ten, thirteen and fourteen years old. Brad and Randy won't kill Mark plus Wilson's over there."

I rolled my eyes with a smile and shut the door, heading to the car with my bag on my arm and fighting nausea. Tim opened my door and helped me get in, which made me feel pampered. I buckled my seatbelt and he shut the door. We needed to buy a bigger car, but we decided to wait until December as a Christmas present.

I looked out the window, thinking of the fun a baby would be when it was born.

"Hey Jill, I was thinking, when the baby comes, do you think that we'll take her on vacations with us? I know we were supposed to go see your parents in July."

I nodded with a smile and looked at him. "I would think so, Tim. That'll be their first chance to meet the baby."

Tim laughed softly as he drove. "We need to take a vacation that doesn't include us seeing our relatives, a family vacation."

I chuckled. "Well, it depends on where we go. Where were you thinking?"

Tim thought about it. "Well, there is the ski house we go to every year during Christmas break, what about that?"

(A/N: I always pictured Tim, Jill and the boys as the ones who do things like that).

There was that option, but I wanted something we didn't do every year. A tropical vacation that wasn't in Michigan.

"What about Hawaii?" I asked as Tim pulled into the parking lot of the doctor's.

Tim nodded. "Hawaii sounds fun. Maybe we could do that after the baby's turned a year old or something?"

I nodded as we got out and walked to the door. The nausea was kicking in a little, but I was fighting it.

We walked in and saw that the doctor's office was a bit busy. I looked around, it hit me what was going on. Today was the start of flu season and the start of flu shots especially for kids, pregnant women and the elderly. Maybe the doctor would let me get a flu shot while in my appointment.

"We're here for an appointment. The name's Jill Taylor," I told as the woman searched it and nodded.

Her brown eyes glowed. "Yeah, Jill Taylor? Fill out this form. There's an option on whether or not you want to get the flu shot while you're here."

I filled out the form, checking yes to get a flu shot. Since I was pregnant, the risk for getting the flu was higher. I wanted Tim to get a shot while we were here.

"Tim, will you get a shot while we're here? For the baby's sake?"

Tim filled out the form to get one.

"Jill Taylor? 555 Oakview Road in Detroit, Michigan?" The woman asked. Her name was Mrs. Matthews.

I nodded. "Yes, our insurance has remained the same."

She knew us well from all of Tim's accidents but was still neutral towards us.

"Go up to the same floor you did last time," Mrs. Matthews told.

We went up and sat in the chairs, holding hands. He rubbed my back and I felt myself vomit into the paper bag. Well, there went my record of no vomit for six hours, but oh well.

"Jill Taylor?" The nurse called.

I stepped on the scale and saw that I was 151 pounds, the same weight that I was during the last visit except I gained a pound.

With a smile, the nurse measured me and I was 5'7 and 99 again. Not a lot had changed in the past few weeks, except the nausea was going down.

"Wait here and I'll be back," The nurse smiled and Tim got me chocolate.

She came back. "Jill Taylor? You're 37, right?"

I nodded. "November 8th, 1956."

She asked the normal questions: allergies, asthma, etc. I shook my head no.

The doctor came in and smiled at us. "Hello Jill."

I smiled. "Hi, Dr. Rossenburg."

Tim smiled at me and the doctor started putting the gel on my stomach. He smiled at the screen and showed us. "There's your baby."

I smiled at it in tears. "Tim, there's our baby."

I saw the heart beating and the doctor started printing out the pictures.

Tim rubbed my back and the doctor started talking about my health. He said to eat more fiber and vegetables. He also told me to cut back on sugar which was going to be hard, but I would just have to suck up and deal with it.

"Are you ready to begin month three?" Tim asked as I nodded.

Brad's POV

I walked through the yard after seeing that Mom and Dad weren't home. Running, Randy ran into the yard with a panicked look and tears running down his face. What could've made him cry? Randy was hardly one to cry.

"Randy, what's the matter?" I looked at him.

Randy started crying. "Brad, I had a bad day at school, my asthma started to flare up and a bully took my inhaler."

I looked at him with panic. "What? Are you okay?"

Randy nodded. "I-I got it back, but I got in trouble for something he did. How is that hardly fair?"

I shook my head. "It's not, Randy. Shh, it's okay."

I hardly hugged my brother, but in a time like this, I felt like I had to. Though my brother and I didn't see eye to eye on most things anymore, we were still brothers. My duty was to protect my little brothers and soon baby brother or sister.

"Randy, there's Mom and Dad. Go tell them what happened and they'll understand and even tell you that you're right. I'll take care of this, okay? We're brothers."

Randy nodded and went to Mom and Dad. While he did, I stormed off to find Vinnie McGurn, the bully (and his brothers) that tortured my little brothers and me. I was fuming mad towards him for doing that and I wanted revenge.

I saw Vinnie and started to regret coming over here alone. He was bigger than me, but Dad could've scared him, even Mom could. What should I do? I was a teenager that didn't need his mom and dad, but that seemed like the most sensible option.

"Oh, it's Blondie," Vinnie sneered. "Come to play? Well go away."

I shook my head. "No, I came here because you were picking on my brother and nearly made him have to go to the hospital! Why'd you do that?"

"He's just a shrimp," Vinnie laughed. "Besides, he needs his mommy."

"Just because Randy hangs out with our mom sometimes doesn't mean he's a mommy's boy! Stay away from my brother!" I pushed him and then walked off.

Before I could get away, Vinnie punched me right in the cheek. Pain throbbed in my eye and I pushed him off, using what I saw Mark do. I flipped him on his back and then sprinted home to Mom and Dad.

Randy's POV

I ran in to Mom and Dad who put down their stuff and walked over to me. Mom walked over and hugged me close to her chest. I was tall enough to hear her heart beating and I felt soothed by her breathing.

"Shh, honey, it's okay, what's the matter, honey?" Mom kissed my head.

My tears ran down my face and made Mom's shirt wet.

I started to cry. "Mom, I got in trouble for being bullied. My asthma flared up and the bully nearly made me have to go to the hospital."

Mom rubbed my back. "Shh, honey, it's okay."

She kissed my cheek and Dad nodded. "You'll be fine, buddy."

"I'm not in trouble for being in trouble?" I looked at them.

Dad shook his head. "No, buddy, you're not."

Mom tickled me and I laughed. Brad walked in with a bruised cheek and Mom ran to him as Dad hugged me, rubbing my back. Tears ran down my cheek and Brad had tears running down his too.

"Vinnie McGurn again, honey?" Mom asked as I stopped crying.

I looked at them and Brad nodded. "I was talking to him and told him to leave Randy alone, but he punched me."

"How about you boys play some video games?"

We nodded and started playing with them as Mark came in.

"What happened, guys?" Mark asked.

Dad shook his head. "Not right now, Mark."