The rain was coming, and we were all moving into the caves for a few months.

It was already mid-september and this year had passed so quickly.

Ian insisted on carrying both our mattresses to the game room, even though we both knew we would only use one of them.

But, on the other hand, if we left it in our room it would be destroyed with all the water.

So we brought both, and placed them in one of the corners. The corners were usually a little bit colder, so we would have more privacy there. Besides, we could warm each other if it got cold.

Ian and I had truly been together for a year now, although it felt like much longer.

We knew each other so well, and it felt like we had known each other for our whole lives.

Through the year our love had only grown stronger, which it would continue to do.

I could easily picture us growing old together. The only thing in our future that was unsure was if our lives would be in these caves or outside.

I couldn't help but hope that the souls would give this planet back to it's rightfull owner. The humans.

It got easier and easier everyday to think of myself as one, much to help from living so close to them.

My friends are humans, the ones I love are humans. They make me feel human. The emotions I feel makes me feel human. The things I do make me feel human.

But there are still moments when I feel like a soul. Especially when something bad happens.

Something that the souls has created. Whenever I think of all the humans who should be able to live out in the free - Ian, Mel, Jamie... - those are the times where I blame this life on me, one of the souls who had destroyed their lives.

They always argue with me, tells me I deserve a life here, says I am human and that their lives has gotten better with me there with them. They, espacially Ian, always know when I feel like that, even though I never say the words out loud.

They always makes those thoughts disappear, even though I know they will probably be back at some point.

"Okay, I want everyone to be quiet in five!" I heard Jeb scream, and people around me started to lay down, and most of the talking turned down to quiet whispers.

Ian had left for a quick stop in the bathing room for about ten minutes ago, so he should be back soon. I was tired, so I layed down, leaving room for him, and closed my eyes.

I barely had time to relax before I heard his and Jared's voices, and then shortly after he laid down beside me. He placed one of his arms around my waist, and I twisted his fingers with mine.

"You tired?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Love you," he said, our normal goodnight words, and I could feel myself smiling.

"Love you more," I said, and then I felt Ian pressing his lips on the side of my throat, and then I felt him relaxing beside me.

His breaths became more even and slower, and eventually it seemed like he had fallen asleep.

I heard soft snorings from around us in the big room, and even some sleep talkers. Quiet mutters.

But even though I was tired, it didn't go so easy for me.

Thoughts were spinning around in my head, making it impossible for me to fall asleep.

I didn't know how long they had been there, but those thoughts never left my mind.

I had been having them for awhile now, and kept them to myself.

I wanted to be sure before I said something, but I wasn't sure yet.

I knew I should really talk to Ian about it, see it from his point of view.

I tried to tell myself I would tell him first thing tomorrow morning, but the thoughts didn't leave my head. I tried to think of something else, but it didn't work. It was so hard to let go of the thought...

Ian's arms, loosly hanging over my waist, pulled me tighter and closer and I was a little surprised.

I thought he was asleep just like everyone else.

"Talk to me," he said quietly, and I answered just as quietly.

"I can't sleep."

"What's keeping you awake?"

I turned around so that I could whisper more quietly, and he could hear me better.

This wasn't something that I wanted anyone else to hear. And I shouldn't talk about it here, where we weren't alone. If anyone was still awake, they could hear us.

"I'm late," Ian's eyes flashed open with my words. It was too dark to see the emotion in them.

But it was easy to hear the emotion in his voice. It was full of expectation, and a little nervousness.

"How much?"

"I missed the last one completly, and I'm about a week late now... And I'm never late."

His hand moved from my side to my hair, the side of my face. His eyes bored into mine.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" His voice wasn't sad or dissapointed. It was just... curious.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to be sure before I did so. I was going to tell you, but I'm still not sure."

"Don't be sorry for not telling me, babe. You don't have to tell me everything, but just know that I'm here to listen if you do want to tell me something."

"I know you're here. And I always wants to tell you something. You're always the first person I want to talk to when I have something to tell."

"Ditto," I could sense his smile more than I saw it, and I smiled back.

"For Pete's sake! Someone be quiet! I'm sure you can talk about it tomorrow, when people don't want to sleep," we both heard Jeb saying, but it seemed like he was the only one who was still awake, and no one woke up from his words.

We were quiet for a few minutes before we talked even more quiet than before.

"You're going to a Healer tomorrow. And I'm coming with you," he said, and I smiled even more.

I remembered how much I had wanted Ian by my side the last time, and now I could have.

Just because of my brilliant gift. This would be the first time he would use the contacts, and I hoped they would look real on him.

I searched for his lips, but didn't find them. Luckily, Ian knew I was looking and helped me.

His lips gently pressed against mine, one, two, three times, before they broke apart.

"Love you."

"Love you more. Now sleep," he said, and I drifted off to sleep only minutes later.

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Ian and I didn't really have time to talk much in the morning, since Jeb pushed us to work.

There was still alot to do, and I didn't know if I was comfortable with just leaving them alone. Even for just a few hours.
And I thought that we should really ask Jeb this time if it was okay to leave.

Ian and I worked on different sides of the field, so we couldn't talk during the day either.

But we shot each other glances, and when Trudy and Lily came with water for us and we could take a short break, Ian was quick to find me.

"Mel, can I just talk to Ian about something, real quick?" I asked her mid-sentence, and she looked at me curious but nodded. Ian barely had time to stop beside us before I took his hand and lead him away. I stopped when I was sure no one would hear us, and turned so that I faced him, and took his other hand.

"I think we should leave soon, but I don't know. It's a lot of work left, and I just don't want to leave them."
"I know, me neither. But we have to make sure," he smiled as he said the last words, and I smiled back. He was right. We needed to know. I wanted to know.

"We should tell Jeb we are leaving right after lunch. But could you do it? You know I can't lie," I chuckled, and he leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips as if to say it was okay.

"We should go back and do as much work as we can before we go," he said and so we did.

Just as we entered the field again I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned around only to see that the owner of the hand was Jared, and he was standing right beside me.

He looked nervous, looking around himself. Almost if to make sure no one saw him here.

"Wanda, can I talk to you a second?"

"Yeah, sure," I answered him, squeezing Ian's hand and then dropped it.

He lead me to the same place Ian and I had just been, and it took him awhile before he started talking. It looked like he was trying to think of something to say.

"Spit it out," I chuckled, and he looked at me.

"Can you help me with something?"

"What do you need me for?"

"Do you think that you can sneak out for a few hours and get me something?"

I wondered what he needed, and nodded, thinking that I could fix it when Ian and I was going later.

"You don't have to fix it now, no rush..."

"Jared..."

He took a deep breath, and then said something that really shouldn't of shocked me as much as it did.

"I'm planning on proposing, and I need you to get the ring."

I didn't know what to say. I felt honoured, and I really wanted to do this.

"Really?" I asked, and he laughed at my expression.

"Don't freak. I don't want her to know anything. Can you do it?"

"Yeah. How do you want it to look like?" Was this really happening? He was proposing to Mel?

"I don't know. But you know her, and I'm sure you can get something beautiful that she's going to like."

I was already going though in my mind how she would like the ring to look like, and I nodded at him.

"This definatly deserves a hug," I said, grinning, and gave him one.

"Do you have any idea of when you can fix it?"

"Today, I think. I'm just going to talk to Ian," I said the last part a little distant, and we started walking. Jared didn't say anything, he looked deep in thought.

"Do you think she'll say yes?" he asked me suddenly, and I almost laughed. How could he even ask that?

"No doubt about it. She really loves you," I said, and he smiled.

"I love her, too. Can you try to not smile like that?" he said right before we rounded the corner, and I tried to compose myself. It didn't work very well, and he laughed at me.

I could see Ian standing with Jeb, and he looked at us as we walked inside.

He gave me a short nod, and I knew he meant that it was okay for us to leave.

"I'll see you later Jared," I said, and avoided Mel as much as I could.

It was hard not to look at her - and grin - but I kept my eyes locked on Ian.

I didn't think ahead and walked to stand beside him. Jeb saw me grinning, and figured it had something to do with the fact that we were leaving today.

"So, Wanda, Ian never told me why you need to leave," he said, and I tried to stick to the truth as much as I could. Now Jared had gave me the best exuse.

"Jared asked me to fix something."

"What?"

"I really can't tell you. But I'm one hundred precent sure you'll find out," I said, and grinned even more thinking about how Mel would react. Would I be the first one to know, just like she was the first one to know about Ian proposing to me?

"Hm, okay. You better leave now, and come back as soon as possible," Jeb said, and both Ian and I said goodbye.

No one seemed to notice us leaving, and we walked faster than normal pace.

"So, what did Jared want?"

"You'll see, and I'm going to need your help with that one," I said, and Ian didn't say anything else about it. We went by our room and Ian got the contacts before we walked toward the exit.

It didn't take any longer than usual to go to the van, and I decided I wanted to drive so Ian took the passenger seat.

We talked the entire time and the ride to the nearest city didn't take us long.

I parked in the shadows, and Ian took out the contacts and looked at them, pursing his lips.

"I have no idea of how to do this," he chuckled, and I chuckled with him.

Luckily, my host had been a optician and my memories told me how to do it, so I straddled him and took the contact from his finger.

I checked so that it was the right way, and told him to look up. He did, and it only took me a second to place the lense at the right place. I didn't look into his eye, and did the same thing to his other eye.

"How does it feel?"

"Strange," he said, and blinked a few times.

"So, how do I look?" he asked, and for the first time I looked into his eyes.

I didn't like what I saw. Not at all. There was no trace of him being human, the way I wanted him to be, in his eyes, and he really did look like a true soul. It freaked me out.

He saw my grimace.

"It can't be that bad," he murmured.

"No, it looks real. Too real," I said, and his hand came up to my cheek.

"You know it's not real, and that's what matters, right?"

"Right," I said, and climbed out of the car.

"You ready?" he asked as he closed the door behind him.

I only nodded, because I wasn't ready. Even though he looked like a soul, I didn't want him to be among them. I didn't know if everyone else would take him for a soul, and I wasn't comfortable with not knowing if he was safe or not. But I wanted him with me, and this was the only way to truly know if the contacts worked or not.

This was the same hospital I had been on when I found out I was pregnant, and I hoped I wouldn't get that Healer that I didn't know the name of. Atleast I had Ian with me this time. My day couldn't get ruined with him with me.

As soon as we walked into the hospital, hand in hand, I got nervous.

I could see at least six souls among us, and then there was a whole hospital with Healers that easily could insert someone into Ian.

Ian noticed my nervousness, and squeezed my hand tighter. I squeezed it back.

"Hello, what can I help you with?" the older woman behind the desk asked me friendly.

"Hi, I would like to see a Healer. I think I might be pregnant."

The woman behind the desk smiled at me.

"You can sit down for a few minutes, and a Healer will be with you as soon as possible."

Ian and I walked to the waiting room, that was empty, and we sat down on the sofa next to each other. I crossed my legs over each other, and leaned my head against his shoulder, biting my lip.

The woman behind the desk had barely looked at Ian, and when she did she hadn't noticed anything.

So I trusted the contacts more, and I belived more that no one would notice Ian being human. But I still could't be sure.

So I was still nervous. I just didn't know if it was because I had Ian with me, or if it was because I might be pregnant again. I guessed a little bit of both.

"You're going to chew your lip off," Ian suddenly chuckled, and I smiled, letting go of my lower lip.

I pulled up one of my legs, so that I was sitting on it, and once again relaxed into Ian's side.

"I can't really help it, I'm nervous," I mumbled, looking at him.

He had a small smile on his lips, and his eyes were burning in a beautiful blue colour.

"I might be able to help you with that," he mumbled, and I smiled knowing what he meant.

His hand moved to cup the side of my face, and his lips came down on mine.

The kiss wasn't very deep, but as he knew it would it made all my nervousness dissappear at once.

His lips lingered on mine, and I could feel him smiling into the kiss.

"Well, if it isn't Petals Open to the Moon," I heard a familiar voice say, and both mine and Ian's head snapped into the direction of the sound.

I was shocked by seeing the familar face on this hospital.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" I asked him, a little taken aback

"I could ask you the same question," he chuckled. "No, I didn't like my former hospital, so I replied for a new one and ended up here."

"Oh. Well, I hope you like it here."

"I do, very much so."

"Healer Fords, this is your new patient. I see you're already talking," a man came up behind Fords and said. I didn't know where, but I knew I had seen him somewhere before.

"Yes, Darren," I recognized his assistant then, when he said his name.

"This is Petals Open to the Moon, and I've met her a few times before," he said, and he got a sad tone in his voice when he said the last words. I wondered if he was thinking about our last meeting.

He made a movement with his arm, showing us to come with him, and Ian and I got up at the same time. I never let go of his hand as we walked into the examination room.

"I assume this is your husband," he said to me, as I took a seat in one of the chairs that was standing in the room. Ian took the one next to me, and Fords the one opposite to me.

I could see Fords eyeing Ian, but he didn't seem to have a clue that he was human.

That calmed me.

"Yes, it is," I smiled, looking at Ian, who looked down on me.

"How you been since last time?" he asked me then, the sad tone back in his voice.

"It was tough in the beginning, but I had help," I said, and Ian squeezed my hand as he heard the sadness in my voice. I squeezed it back, telling him I was okay.

Fords were quiet for a few seconds, as if thinking though what he should say next.

"So, what can I help you with today?" he asked me, a small smile playing on his lips.

I started to chew on my lip, and in the back of my eye I could see Ian smiling.

Why was I nervous? Fords had no idea that Ian was human, and I wanted to know if I was pregnant of not. Get a grip of yourself, I thought.

"I... I think I'm pregnant again."

"Then let's make sure," he said, and then he asked me questions that I answered.

Again, he reminded me so much of Doc...

He told me to lie down on the cot so that he could examine me, and Ian held my hand the entire time. Fords did nothing I hadn't experienced before, and he left us for awhile when he picked up the results. I sat up, but other than that I stayed on the cot.

"He seems... intreresting," Ian murmured, and I shoved him slightly.

"I like him, I think he's nice. In some ways he reminds me of Doc..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, they are alike in personality. Just give him a chance, and I think you'll like him."

"I never said I don't. I just said he's interesting, and I think he seems to be a good Healer."

"He is," I said, and then Fords walked into the room again.

"I'm happy to tell you that you are in fact pregnant again," he said, and both mine and Ian's faces lit up with big smiles.

I squeezed Ian's hand, and then I pressed my lips against his gently once.

I was pregnant again, we were pregnant again.

I couldn't believe it, it was unbelievable. Amazing.

But before I had more time to think about it, Fords wanted me to lie down again.

"I want to do an ultrasound, so that we know that the baby is okay, and so that we know how far along you are," he said. I couldn't remember doing an ultrasound the last time, but I was in a haze that time. I was happy this time, too, of course I was, maybe even more happy this time.

But there was a little tiny piece of me that was afraid, worried, and that piece made me stay here on the ground and focused on what was going on.

So I laid down, and pulled my shirt up so that Fords could put on some sort of jelly on my stomach.

It was cold, and a shiver ran through my body.

"Okay, so first we're going to listen to the heartbeat," Fords said, and took out some sort of machine.

I couldn't describe it even if I had too.

He placed a small part of the machine on my stomach, and he searched around.

It took a few seconds, but then there it was. A rythm, an even heartbeat.

The joy that shot through me was overwhelming, and I couldn't really believe that I was actally hearing the heartbeats of our baby. Ian's hand tightened around mine.

"The heartbeat seems to be perfect, and I can't hear anything that should turn into a problem in the future. Everything seems normal," Fords said calmly, and took the machine away.

He took out another one, that looked almost the same, and did the same thing again.

He looked onto a monitor, that he turned in our direction after awhile.

"See, right there,-" he said, pointing at a lighter spot on the monitor, -"that's your baby."

When I saw our baby like this, so small but yet so big, I couldn't help myself, an I started to cry tears of joy. Before I had time to react any further I felt Ian's lips against mine. It was hard to kiss him, since both Ian and I had big grins on our lips.

"God, I love you so much," he whispered against my lips, and I smiled even more.

"Love you more," I answered him.

He placed one more gentle kiss on my lips, and then we both turned to look at the monitor again.

"You seem to be around eight weeks pregnant, but it's hard to tell this early in the pregnancy. Everything seems normal and I can't see anything wrong with your baby, but I would like you to come back in ten weeks. It's in week eightteen that we call in every pregnant woman, so that we can do an ultrasound and make sure everything is fine and make sure everything is going the way it's supposted to. So I would like you to come in then."

"Of course," I answered him, and I could see Ian nodding.

Fords took the machine away, and dried off the jelly on my stomach so that I could pull down my shirt again. He said some other things, gave us some information and a picture of the baby, and said that we would see each other in ten weeks again. And if there was anything, we could call him.

We said goodbye, and Ian and I left the hospital together, hand in hand with smiles on our lips.

That's it, the next chapter.
So Wanda is pregnant again. Did you expect it?

As always, let me know what you think.