My eyes flicked around the room.

To the ceiling, to his bureau, to the rug on the floor next to the bed. And then my head turned to Jesse.

His mouth was slightly open, even though he was breathing through his nose. His eyes sometimes squinted, but just slightly, through every breath, like he was in pain.

He probably was. Physically and emotionally. I wondered what it would feel like being Jesse. What it would be like to think that my partner was cheating on me. It would tear me apart inside. I wonder if that was the way he felt.

I brushed his hair back behind his ear.

"Jesse." I whispered.

I thought about my baby. It was my baby. I wondered if it was all Paul's genes, or a mix of mine and Paul's.

I sighed. I couldn't sleep. I wouldn't be able to bear it if Paul slipped into Jesse's body again.

I tossed my eyes up to the ceiling. "What am I going to do?" I whispered to myself.

"Querida," Jesse's soft voice broke the sound. "Are you awake?"

"Yes." I whispered back.

"You should get some sleep." I felt his hand reach up my stomach and up to my neck. My entire body tingled.

"I cant go to sleep."

"Is something wrong? Do you feel okay?" He moved his hand down to my stomach.

"I'm fine, I'm just worried."

"Worried?" He shifted closer to me. The blankets rustled.

"Yeah."

"About what, Querida?"

My eyes filled up. "The baby, Paul, this whole, soul possessing business. Everything."

"Oh, Susannah." He kissed my neck. "I thought I told you to not be afraid."

I closed my eyes and let his kiss envelope me in bliss. (was that too corny.?)

"Jesse." I breathed. He moved over, now hovering above me, with his arms and legs on the bed obviously, kissing me on the lips. "Jesse." He pulled away slightly and looked at me in the eye.

"Is there something wrong?"

I breathed hard, thinking that I was going to regret what I was doing.

"I can't, Jesse. Not tonight."

He squinted, and then rolled over to his side.

"Anything, Querida."

I breathed heavily and fanned my face with my hands. "I just… I am worried, if I get sick, or if Paul posseses you or something, and…"

"Querida, it's okay."

I gulped. I fanned harder.

"Querida? Are you okay?"

"I think…"

"Yes?"

"I'm going to be sick." I ran out of bed and into the bathroom.

I hadn't been sick in a while. I hate being sick.

Jesse had everything in the room orderly. He was soon over me again, holding back my hair and dabbing a cold towel on my forehead.

I fell ever more deeper in love with him. He was so supportive.

"It's allright, Susannah, this is normal." He assured, even though he probably knew that I knew that all ready.

I finished throwing up. He wiped my mouth and put his arms around my shoulders. He rocked gently.

"I love you Susannah." He whispered. I wanted to kiss him but my mouth felt disgusting. "Do you want something to drink?"

I nodded. He left the room and walked into the kitchen to get me something to drink.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"No, not really." I replied weakly. He brought a glass of water and some chips into the bathroom.

"Here you are,encantador."

He handed me the glass of water and opened the bag of chips afterwards.

"Are you sure you don't want something to eat?" He asked, picking a chip out of the bag.

"I'll go for some chips." I said quietly. He smiled and held out the bag for me. I took a handful and swallowed more water.

"Wish I were with you but I couldn't stay
Every direction leads me away
Pray for tomorrow but for today
And all I want is to be home" Jesse sang. Then he stopped and shoveled another chip in his mouth.

"Jesse, you are a beautiful singer." I whispered.

He smiled back. "Thank you."

Allright, few things to say here. First off, the last Spanish word Jesse said, something like encantador or something, it means 'lovely.' Just so ya'll know. Second thing is, the song that he sings, is called 'Home' by the 'Foo Fighters'….it is beautiful, look it up on Youtube. Now.