Author's Notes: Wow, I'm on a roll...found some inspiration today in the form of the numerous reviews I got for chapter nine. Told you that response produces faster chapters. Lol. It's even a bit longer than the last few. Shocking, huh? Let me know if you're still reading!

Jenny

Chapter Ten:

"Why don't we what?" Sara snapped, her eyes widening as she pulled away from a suddenly embarrassed Greg, "Move in together? Are you insane?"

Greg searched for something to validate, or at least justify, his question, but was only able to come up with, "Well, we are having a baby together...and we do spend a lot of time together..."

"We're not even dating!" Sara exclaimed, "You can't just spring something like this on me out of nowhere!"

Greg held up his hands, taking a step back, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you or make you mad...I just thought..."

"This isn't the 1800s, Greg, you don't have to marry me or something just because I'm pregnant." Sara smirked as the shock began to wear off, "Here's a tip, Romeo, try asking a woman out on a date before you ask her to move in. No wonder you're single."

Greg stood still as Sara began to walk off, finally finding his voice after a few minutes of nervous deliberation, "So, Sara? Would you like to go on a date sometime?"

Sara stopped walking, slowly turning to face Greg. With a pleased smile and a light blush, she nodded, "Sure, I'd love to."

She turned back towards the locker room, leaving a beaming Greg in the hallway. As she entered the room, Greg made sure no one was watching as he jumped excitedly, pumping his fist in the air. He finally had a date with Sara Sidle.

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Sara turned the dial of her locker, popping open the lock and staring wide-eyed at the top shelf. On top of her jeans sat a pink bag, nearly overflowing with pink and purple tissue paper.

Flipping open the card on the outside, she blushed when she realized it was from Greg. She straddled the bench, placing the bag in front of her as she slowly untied the ribbon holding the bag handles closed.

She bit her lip to keep from crying as she pulled a soft brown teddy bear out of the bag. With her emotions bubbling at the surface, she couldn't help but be constantly amazed at Greg's thoughtfulness.

"There's more." Greg's soft voice said from the doorway, "Keep going."

Sara turned her attention back to the bag, pulling out a pink t-shirt that read "Investigator-In-Training" in bright purple letters.

She laughed quietly, carefully folding it while pulling out the last item in the bag. She looked up towards Greg with surprise as she revealed a giant bag of M&M candies, "Oh, Greg!"

"I know how you're always craving them..." Greg said with an embarrassed shrug, glancing down to the floor, "Didn't want you or the baby to have to go without..."

Sara stood, walking to Greg and embracing him tightly, "It's perfect. Thank you."

"I'd do anything for you." Greg replied quietly, inhaling the sweet strawberry scent of her shampoo, "I only wish I could do more."

Sara fought tears as she laid her head on his shoulder, "You do plenty...you feed me, you buy stuff for the baby, you make sure I eat and sleep enough, you hold back my hair when I'm sick, you...you just care. You're so much better than so many other men would be in this situation."

Tears spilled from her eyes as she sobbed into his shoulder, "What did I do to deserve such a great person like you in my life?"

Greg's eyes widened as she began to sob into his shoulder, and he gently led her to the bench, sitting her down and kneeling in front of her, "Sar, please don't cry...you know I hate to see you cry."

"I can't help it." Sara sobbed, furiously wiping the tears from her cheeks, "I'm just so...I don't even know."

Greg had to fight to keep from smiling at the hormonal woman sitting in front of him. Her mood swings were always sudden and dramatic, which proved to never leave a dull moment between the two of them.

Bringing his thumb to her face, he gently wiped her eyes with a soft smile, "It's okay to feel overwhelmed, I understand what you're going through...just remember that I'm always here for you, okay? If you need someone to cry to, rant to, or laugh with, I'm going to be right here alongside you. We're in this together."

Sara looked down at her hands, then back towards Greg with a soft smile, "Thank you."

"Let me get you some tissue or something." Greg replied, looking around the room, finally spotting a box of tissue near the door, "Sit tight."

Greg had just picked up the box when a Sara let out a tiny gasp. Rushing back to her, he worriedly asked, "What is it? What's wrong?"

Sara grabbed his hand, pressing it against the tiny bulge below her waist, "Do you feel that?"

"Is that...?"

"That's our baby girl." Sara said softly, beaming as she placed her own hand next to Greg, "I've never felt her move before."

They were both silent for a moment, staring in awe at their hands. After a few seconds, Greg grinned broadly, "That's because she was waiting for her Daddy."

"You're such a loser." Sara joked, disappointed when the fluttering movement stopped, "She must be asleep again."

Greg began to put the items he had bought back into the pink gift bag, looking over at Sara, who was still staring at her abdomen with gleeful surprise. Closing her locker, he took her hand and pulled her to her feet, "You know what?"

"What?" Sara asked, taking the pink bag from Greg, along with her jacket.

Greg smiled, brushing a strand of hair from Sara's face, "I'm really glad we're having a baby."

"I think I am too." Sara replied, letting Greg lead her out of the locker room, "I love her more and more each day."

Greg remained quiet as they exited the building, silently agreeing with her...he loved the baby more and more each day, as well as the person carrying her.

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"I'm okay, I don't need anything!" Sara insisted, shooting Greg a deadly glare. "If you ask me one more time..."

Greg stood in the doorway of the bathroom, his arms crossed, "You shouldn't still be having morning sickness."

"Sometimes it lasts longer than just the first few months." Sara insisted tiredly, splashing cold water on her face, "It's not as bad as it used to be, and it's not a big deal. My doctor says it's perfectly normal."

Greg sighed grumpily, shrugging slightly, "Maybe you need a new doctor."

"Go to hell." Sara said softly, rolling her eyes as she dried her face, "I'm fine."

Greg gestured to her pajama top, which was soiled from where she had been sick moments earlier, "Sure, because that's fine."

Sara rolled her eyes again, snapping in an exasperated tone, "Why are you even here? Don't you ever go home?"

"You told me to stay!" Greg protested, "Don't think you're getting out of this that easy--"

He was cut off as she darted towards the toilet again. With a resigned sigh, he moved towards her, pulling her hair back and clipping it into place, "You're warm, maybe we should call your doctor."

"I'm sure you'd be warm too if you were puking your guts up, Greg." Sara snapped bitterly with a heavy sigh, "Can you get me a change of clothes? Or would that just interrupt your pointless argument?"

"I'm just saying--"

"Clothes?" Sara snapped, shakily standing and moving back to the sink to brush her teeth, "Make yourself useful."

Greg disappeared down the hall, muttering, "And she says she doesn't have mood swings..."

"I heard that!" Sara snapped, rinsing her mouth out and splashing some cold water on her face with a groan. She leaned forward, shutting her eyes as she stifled a yawn. Yawning was what triggered her gag reflex the last time, she wasn't going to let that happen again, not with Nazi Sanders patrolling the apartment.

Drying her face off once more, she slipped off her shirt and pants, wrapping herself in her bathrobe until Greg returned with her pajamas. She bent over to pick up her clothes and put them in the hamper, but was overcome by dizziness and decided to wait until after she had a good, long nap to do anything even remotely strenuous.

Greg returned a few minutes later with a change of clothes, standing in the doorway while she took them and surveyed his choice.

"These will work." She muttered, untying her robe, "Are you going to watch me change?"

"Uh, no, sorry." Greg stammered, turning around to face the hallway, "Do you need some water or something?"

"Didn't I tell you to stop asking me if I need things?" Sara huffed, tossing her bathrobe onto the floor as she guided Greg out of the doorway, "I'll be fine. I want to go back to sleep."

Greg followed her to her bedroom, standing in the doorway while she straightened the covers on her bed. She had pulled them to the floor in the mad rush to get to the bathroom, and Greg had been observant enough about Sara's sleeping patterns to know she was unable to sleep if her covers weren't just right.

She crawled into bed, glancing back at Greg, who wore an uneasy expression.

"Are you just going to stand there?" she asked quietly, the previous hostility now gone from her voice.

"Do you want me to leave?" Greg asked, unsure of where he stood with the brunette. Sure, he had a tendency to be overprotective, but it was only because he wanted everything to be perfect for the woman he was falling in love with. With her constant mood swings, it was hard to determine whether the gesture would be appreciate or rejected.

Sara shook her head, motioning to the pillow beside her, "I sleep better when you're here."

Greg silently crawled in bed beside her, pulling a separate cover from the foot of the bed to cover himself. After a few minutes, he said quietly, "It's not okay to move in together if we're not dating, but it's okay to spend the night?"

"Shut up, Greg." Sara muttered, wrapping herself up tightly in her comforter, "Stop being a pain in the ass."

Greg shrugged, moving a little closer to her, "Can't help it, it's one of my flaws...I don't mean to nag you, you know, I just worry."

"I know." Sara replied quietly, reaching to grab his hand. She started to doze off again, whispering softly, "I like it."

"I like you, Sara." Greg whispered in response, closing his own eyes. She remained silent, and with a sigh, Greg let himself drift back to sleep. There would be plenty of time in the future for life-altering revelations, right now they both needed their rest.

TBC