A/N: In case you were wondering, I decided to start naming the chapters. I really hope you guys like it! Thanks for the reviews!

All of the air felt as if it had been sucked out of the room. Jack sat there, feeling like he got punched in the gut. Pregnant? I got her pregnant? Sitting there in mid panic, Jack could barely comprehend it. He was suddenly pulled from his thoughts when Rose jumped from the couch, pushed past him, and flew into the bathroom. He didn't have to think twice about following her, his heart aching at the sound of her vomiting.

Even though there was nothing left in her stomach, Rose continued to dry heave. Before she felt Jack's cool hands on the back of her neck, she felt him walk in behind her. Without saying a word, he pulled her long curls from her hands, allowing her to brace herself against the toilet. Without thinking, he reached his hand under her shirt and traced his fingers up and down her back, calming her down.

After a few minutes, Rose felt well enough to sit back. Her entire body was shaking from wrenching and her mouth tasted foul. Jack steadied her as she leaned back against the wall. He could feel her sweating, and decided holding her would not be in her best physical interest. Instead, he sat next to her, pulling his knees to his chest. They sat together in silence, allowing reality to begin to sink in.

Rose felt herself begin to doze off. She knew she had a queen size bed in the other room, but she was so exhausted, both physically and emotionally, she didn't care if she slept all night on the bathroom floor. That was her last thought before sleep engulfed her.

Jack felt Rose's head slump onto his shoulder. Her breathing was deep and even, and he knew she was asleep. He stood, careful not to let her fall over. Then, almost inches at a time, he picked her up and carried her to bed. She didn't even flinch as he placed her in the bed and pulled the covers up over her. He kissed her forehead.

"Sleep well Rose. I'll be here when you wake up," he whispered.

...

Jack blinked and looked at the clock on the laptop. It read three in the morning. He got up to grab another Coke from the fridge, careful to be quiet. He had gotten a few fitful hours of sleep on the floor next to Rose's bed. Waking with a start, Jack found himself unable to fall back asleep. Though it had been tempting to climb into the bed with Rose, he was afraid that the tiniest jostle would awaken her and send her running for the bathroom. Instead, he came out here and began to look on line for pregnancy articles.

He was still numb. The fact that he had created a baby was floating in his brain, but wouldn't settle in. He hadn't planned to become a father for a long time. So until that reality sank in that he was going to be a father, he focused his energy on finding relief for Rose's nausea.

There were thousands, if not millions of hits on every search engine. He scrolled through them, not having the slightest clue what he was really looking for. The hours passed slowly for him. He heard Rose turn over and groan a few times in her sleep. Each time his heart rate increased. Once he realized she was still out of it, it returned to normal. Screw it, he decided. If I don't get anymore sleep tonight, so be it. Ignoring his tired eyes, he continued to clink the links.

...

Rose rubbed her eyes, afraid to open them. She didn't know what scared her more, that the room would start spinning, or that Jack would be gone. Instead of opening her eyes, she called out to him, praying for an answer.

"Jack?" She flinched at the pain in her throat. Even her sinus cavities were throbbing. "Jack," she called again, a little louder. She heard footsteps, recognizing them as his.

"Don't get up Rose," he told her as he walked through the doorway. Her eyes opened, and thankfully the room did not spin. She reached out and took his hand.

"You stayed here last night?" The last thing she recalled was sitting against the bathroom wall. "Did you put me in bed?"

Jack's smile was simple, but sincere. "Yes, to both." He handed her a package of plain saltine crackers.

"What's this?" Her stomach rumbled at the sight of food, but it was a hungry rumble. Jack helped her scoot up so she could eat them.

"I stayed up last night and read pretty much everything I could about easing that so called 'morning' sickness," he told her, making finger quotes around the word morning.

"Morning my ass. So then crackers are the answer?" Rose didn't wait for a response. Instead she tore open the package and grabbed a cracker. After a few nibbles, she realized what Jack had done for her. "Why Jack?"

He sat next to her on the bed. "Why are crackers the answer?" He assumed that's what she had meant.

Rose shook her head. "No. Why did you stay up all night to do that?" To her surprise, she felt slightly better as the crackers hit her empty stomach.

"I need a reason?" Rose felt the corners of her mouth lift into a small smile at his words. "Because Rose, I care about you. I don't like seeing you in pain. It was ripping me apart last night to watch you suffer like that." A tear escaped from his eyelid. "It killed me Rose."

Rose needed a moment to mull over his words. "Can you get me some water Jack?"

"Sure." Jack gave her hand a small squeeze before going to the kitchen. He cares about you Rose. He didn't run out the door when you told him you're pregnant. He's going to stay by your side throughout this. "Here honey," Jack said pulling her from her thoughts. "It's watered down Gatorade. It'll help balance out the water and electrolytes you've been losing."

Rose took a few sips, enjoying the way the cold beverage eased the itchy burn in her throat. "Thank you," she told him, placing the glass on the nightstand.

"It's no trouble," he assured her, again sitting on the bed.

"I wasn't thanking you for the water. Well I was, but not only for it." Rose felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. "Thank you for caring enough about me to not run out the door."

"Rose," Jack said. He took her hand in his. "That's not who I am. I don't run from things that scare me. Yes, I'm scared," he said, replying to the look of skepticism on her face.

"What are you scared of Jack?" She tugged his arm a little, and he followed her lead, laying down next to her and placing his head on her chest.

"I could fill up the walls of this room with the things I'm terrified of right now Rose. I mean, my life, our lives were just turned upside down for starters. We've just entered this relationship. We never discussed anything like this happening."

"It wouldn't have if I hadn't enticed you into that shower," Rose stated. Jack lifted his head to look at her.

"Don't you do that Rose. Don't start blaming yourself. It took two of us to make this baby. If you're going to jump on the blame train, then I'm gonna have to jump on there with you and pull you off. And what makes you think it happened in the shower?" He knew they hadn't used protection, but he also knew that no birth control was fail proof.

"We didn't use anything," Rose answered simply. Jack reached behind him and pulled the drawer of the nightstand open.

"Last time I checked," he pulled the box of condoms out. "Yep. Ninety eight percent effective," he read off the label.

"So?" Jack tossed the box to the side and put his hand to her face, turning her to look at him.

"So it could have happened anytime we had sex Rose." She opened her mouth to protest, but Jack cut her off. "Yes, the chances are higher that it happened when we weren't being careful. But we'll never know for sure."

Rose found herself comforted by his reassurance. But there was one question that weighed heavily on her mind. She wanted to ignore it and shove it away, but it refused to budge.

"Jack. Do you want to have this baby?"

A whole new fear came to light for him. Please don't be thinking about getting an abortion. "Yes, I do Rose. I'm won't lie to you though. Am I ready to have a baby? No. But I have nine months to get myself ready." He had to ask. "Sweetheart, you're not thinking of getting-"

"No! God no." Taking a deep breath, she told him something she never thought she'd tell anyone. "A couple years ago, Cal got me pregnant. He never knew it, and I didn't want children at the time. I terminated the pregnancy and regret it still to this day. Even thought I'm scared shitless right now, I would never do that again. Ever."

"You are the most amazing woman that I've ever met. Do you know that?" She smiled through her falling tears. "Listen to me. We're going to make this work. One way or another. I swear Rose." He laid his hand on her stomach, knowing it would soon be swollen. "We made a baby. It's not a mistake. It's a miracle."

Rose let her hand drop to cover his. "It's our miracle," she told him.