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It was a smell that woke her up. Her eyes snapped open once she realized what the smell was. And she wanted some…badly. There was only one obstacle she had to tackle first. Quickly getting out of bed, Heather made her way to the bathroom. When she was done she put on some of Greg's sweatpants and went to the kitchen.

Greg was just taking some chicken out of the oven. He placed the food on the counter next to the stove, completely unaware that his every move was being watched. Opening the fridge, Greg took out a head of lettuce and put it on the chopping board. He methodically cut up the lettuce and placed it in a big bowl. Again reaching the in fridge, Greg took out a package of pre-shredded cheddar cheese. He mixed it in the bowl, and Heather realized that he was making a salad…just for her.

"Are you feeling better?" Greg asked. Something must have alerted him to her presence, for she had not made a sound. "I made some broccoli too, if you want some." He looked at her and smiled. "It's crunchy like you like it."

Smiling shyly at him, Heather looked down at her bare feet. The smell of food was still in her nostrils, so she looked at the chicken on the counter. It looked ridiculously delicious and she bit her lip.

"You want some." Greg said.

"How would you feel if I changed my eating habits?" she asked timidly.

"That's up to you." Greg said slowly. He raised an eyebrow. "Why does my opinion matter?"

She bit her lip again. Well, she thought, might as well say it. "I'm pregnant with your kid Greg. Congratulations, your 'fish' swim."

Just like she had expected, Greg's jaw dropped. His brow was furrowed and he looked at her with squinted eyes. Did she just…when?…And then it made sense. Her pale, but glowing, skin…the nausea…the need to pee a bit more often than usual. Oh yeah, Heather was with child.

"When…how…"

"Well, I'm guessing a few weeks ago. As far as the how…well Greg, when a man and woman love each other-"

Greg chuckled and held up his hands to silence her. "I get it, I get it." He smiled at her, and Heather didn't miss the twinkle in his eye. "I'm gonna be a dad."

"Yeah…"

Greg frowned. "You don't seem too happy about it."

"I can barely form a sentence with an adult. What the hell am I going to say to a kid? I never really saw myself as 'mom' material…"

"We'll learn together." He said soothingly. "You don't want this?"

Heather looked at him like he lost his mind. "Um…HELL YES! You're stuck with me now Sanders. You're trapped! I'm carrying your seed!" She giggled.

"I don't mind being stuck with you." He hugged her close, nudging her neck with his nose. "So you're pregnant, huh?"

"I didn't stutter." Heather whispered softly.

"Are you sure? I think I wanna make sure."

Pulling away from him Heather looked Greg in the eye.

"Should I get the ice cream?" he asked, wagging his eyebrows.

"No." Heather answered quickly, backing away. "It's too cold and that's probably what got me in this situation in the first place."

Greg smiled wickedly and stepped back in front of the fridge, reaching for the freezer handle.

"Oh shit." Heather dashed down the hallway to the bedroom.

Laughing, Greg followed her, leaving the ice cream in the freezer.

Yeah, that's the end. Possibly may do a sequel. Let me know what you think. Thanks for sticking with me. :)