Gemma delved into her new role as wife with ease. She saw JT off to his business ventures each morning and welcome him home with open arms each evening.

At night, after Jonathon was fed, bathed and put to bed, she and JT would lie in bed cuddled together, reveling in the amazing life they shared.

Before going to sleep every night, JT would move down and lay his head on Gemma's stomach and talk to their baby.

"Hello Son. It's your dad." He would say every night and every night, Gemma would tell him

"You don't know that."

JT would look up at her and smile and go back to taking to her belly before settling back in beside her and going to sleep.

At Gemma's next appointment, JT was there with her. She was finding out the results of the tests that the doctor had ordered.

"Good morning, Ms. Madock." The doctor said as he entered the examining room.

Gemma was quick to correct him. "It's Mrs. Teller now."

"Well," the doctor said, smiling. "Congratulations."

Gemma grabbed JT's hand and looked at the doctor.

"So how'd the tests go?" JT asked.

"The tests were all negative. Everything looks good. I'm going with my original prognosis. This baby is going to be big. So no worries."

Yeah, Gemma thought. You try pushing a watermelon out a hole the size of a peach.

"Everything's okay?" JT asked again.

"Yes, But you might want to check into some mild exercises to keep the weight gain under control, since you were worried about it."

JT kissed Gemma's hand and smiled lovingly at her.

"I'll have my nurse get you a pamphlet about safe exercises during pregnancy. Now, let's take a look at your child."

Gemma and JT watched the monitor as it buzzed to life. The doctor maneuvered the wand around Gemma's abdomen.

"Baby's measurements look good. See here," the doctor said, pointing to the screen. "There's the head, shoulders, arms, fingers. Well, what do we have here?"

Gemma took a deep breath and held it. What was the doctor seeing? Was he discovering something wrong with her baby? What if it was damaged? Was it going to be handicapped? She felt tears well up in her eyes.

"What's wrong doc?" JT asked nervously.

"Oh, I'm sorry. No, nothing's wrong. Was your first child a boy or a girl?"

"Boy" JT answered since Gemma was being quiet.

"Well looks like he's going to have a little brother. See this, "the doctor said pointing back at the screen. "That's the penis. You're having another son."

The doctor looked up smiling as Gemma exhaled.

"A boy?" Gemma asked. "Are you sure?"

Laughing the doctor said, "Yes. There is no denying. That is a penis."

Gemma felt relief flood her body. There was nothing wrong with her baby. Her son. As soon as the doctor cleaned the gel off her, she laid her hand over her belly and said, "Jackson."

The doctor nodded and left the room so she could re-dress.

JT grabbed her as soon as she was dressed and kissed her.

"You're giving me another son, Gemma. I am so happy. I love you and our two boys."

"I love you too JT. Another boy. It seems I'm going to be outnumbered."

They walked to the nurses' station to set up the next appointment and got the information about safe exercises for pregnant women.

JT and Gemma glided out of the doctor's office, happy as can be.

On the way home, JT couldn't keep his eyes off his beautiful wife. To him, she was gorgeous! Even though she complained about her weight, JT thought she looked perfect. Her dark brown hair was silky and her face had a glow to it. And seeing her rounded belly, knowing it was holding his son, made him prouder than anything ever had.

"Did you see it Gem?"

"What?"

"Our son, darlin'. You asked if the doctor was sure he was a boy. I'm no professional but I could plainly see. Our son is going to be hung. Like huge!"

Laughing at her husband, Gemma rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, JT!"

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Gemma had just finished her morning exercises when she heard Jonathon stirring in his crib.

Looking over at him, she noticed his little face was flushed and his hair was damp and sticking to his forehead.

She rushed over to pick him up and feel for a fever.

As she lifted Jonathon she felt a slight tug in her chest. But being more focused on her son, she let it slide.

Gemma grabbed the thermometer out of the diaper bag and placed it under his arm.

Reading the 104 degree result, Gemma went into full blown panic mode.

Throwing some things together she hefted Jonathon onto her side and ran downstairs, where she almost collided with Clay.

"Find JT. I'm taking Jonathon to the hospital."

"Why Gemma? What's wrong?" Clay asked, concerned.

"He woke up with a fever of 104. I got to get him to the hospital."

Seeing that she was in a panic, Clay took the boy from her and headed toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Gemma asked.

"You are in no shape to drive. I'll go with you to the hospital. I know where JT is so once Jonathon is signed in, I'll go get him."

Following Clay out, Gemma shut the door and walked toward the passenger side of her car.

Clay climbed in and handed Jonathon, who was beginning to fuss, to her and started the car.

At the hospital, Gemma got Jonathon signed up to see the doctor and was sitting in the waiting area, rocking her son. Clay sat beside her, thumbing through a magazine.

"When are you going to get JT?" Gemma asked.

"In a bit. Just want to make sure you're okay." Clay said, not looking up from the pictures in the book.

Jonathon's name was called and Gemma walked over carrying her sick child, followed closely by Clay.

The nurse examined Jonathon and looked at Gemma.

"When did he start showing symptoms?"

"About an hour ago. He woke up with a fever." Gemma answered as she felt Clay put his arm around her shoulders.

"The doctor will be in shortly, Mr. and Mrs. Teller."

"But we're not…" Gemma said as the nurse walked out the door.

Clay squeezed her shoulder. "It's alright Gem. She just assumed we were both his parents. Common mistake."

"Yea, I guess you're right."

Jonathon was diagnosed with a mile case of strep throat and released with antibiotics and fever reducing medicines.

Clay drove the three of them home to a very worried JT.

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Once the situation was explained, JT was relieved it hadn't been more serious. But he was still beyond pissed that Clay hadn't come to find him.

"It's fine, John" Gemma said. "He was there to support me. I panicked. My baby has never been sick."

Laughing Gemma relayed the story of the nurse confusing her and Clay as Jonathon's parents.

JT didn't see the humor though. He had still been catching Clay's lustful glares toward Gemma.

Looking over at the framed picture from their wedding day, JT fumed, knowing that even in a picture Clay's desire for Gemma was obvious.

Later that night, JT found Clay in the garage.

"What the hell man? My son was almost hospitalized and you didn't come get me?"

"Figured I could be there for Gem since you were busy."

"Is that right? I know, Clay. I know it all."

"What do you know?" Clay asked innocently. Or as innocently as he could pretend.

"Don't play coy with me brother. I know you want my wife. I've seen the way you look at her. You undress her with your eyes every damn time she comes in the room. I can tell by the look on your face, you want to fuck her."

"No, brother. You got it all wrong man." Clay said, trying to defend himself.

"Yeah? That why you stopped Gemma from correcting that nurse? Play along with your fantasy? She's mine. She's pregnant with my child." JT got up in Clay's face. "Stay away from her. I catch you eyeballing her for longer than 3 seconds, your ass is gone. Out of the club. You got me?

"Yea man. Loud and clear." Clay said.

He watched as JT turned to leave the garage and as soon as his President was out of earshot he said to himself, "But one day, she will be mine."