It was a few weeks later. Jack and Rose were as busy as ever with the children and their life. And like every day, their morning began with the sounding of the alarm clock. Jack turned it off and turned to Rose. "Good morning," he whispered.

"Good morning," Rose said back, kissing him.

Jack looked at her and noticed something was wrong. She looked green and pale. "Do you feel alright?" Jack asked her.

"Not really," said Rose. "I'm really nauseous and dizzy, and I think I might have a fever."

Jack put his hand against her forehead. "You definitely have a fever," he said. "I'll take care of the kids today. You just rest."

Jack kissed her forehead and went to wake the children, and Rose went back to sleep. A few hours she woke up to find Jack laying next to her. "How long have you been watching me sleep?"

"Just the last few minutes," said Jack, kissing her head. "How do you feel?"

"Like I can lift a car," said Rose sarcastically. She looked at Jack for a moment before jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom.

"Rose? Are you alright?" Jack asked. He got up and stood next to the bathroom door. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," said Rose. Jack opened the door and entered to find Rose sitting on the floor near the toilet. "I don't want to get you sick."

"In sickness and in health," said Jack. He kissed her cheek. "I'm calling the doctor."

"That really isn't necessary," said Rose. "I just have a stomach bug."

Jack smiled. "Well, then that's what the doctor will say."

Finally, the doctor had arrived and was examining Rose. Jack was waiting outside, to give her some privacy. Now, the doctor had left and Jack returned to Rose's side.

"What did the doctor say?" Jack asked her, laying back down next to her.

Rose sighed, looking at her hands. "It's not a stomach bug."

"Well then what is it?" Jack asked, taking her hand in his. "Please tell me, you're making me nervous."

Rose took his hand. "Just please don't be upset."

"Okay," said Jack.

Rose sighed. She looked at her fingers intertwined in his. "I'm pregnant."

Jack gasped and smiled. "You are?" he asked, and Rose nodded. "Why would I be mad? We're having a baby."

"It's just that I know we agreed that the twins would be our lasts, and we're already so worn out from three kids. How can we handle four? And what if it's twins again? Then it'll be five-"

"Hey," Jack interrupted her, wiping her tears. "We'll figure it out. Just like we always do."

Rose laughed. She started laughing hysterically. "I'm so-I'm sorry."

"What's so funny?" Jack asked, laughing a bit himself.

"It's just… we had Josie, and we desperately wanted another baby, and now we have three more babies," Rose said.

"It's true," said Jack. He put a hand against Rose's cheek. "I hope you don't think I'm upset. Because I promise you, I'm happy about this."

"You are?"

"Yes, I am," said Jack. "It's going to be a lot of work, and we're going to be busy, but by the time the baby comes, the other animals will all be in school."

"Do you think the animals are going to be happy?" Rose asked.

"Yes," said Jack. "But we should probably wait before telling them."

"I agree," said Rose. "Though it might be hard to hide if I'm sick like this my whole first trimester."

"Yeah," Jack looked at her and knew something was bothering her. "What's wrong?"

"I'm just scared," said Rose.

"Of what?" asked Jack.

Rose sighed. "The last time a pregnancy started with me getting sick, I ended up on bedrest for almost my entire pregnancy after almost dying. I'm just… scared it's going to happen again."

"When you were pregnant with Josie, it was pretty much the worst case scenario," said Jack.

Rose looked at him and was taken aback. "This is your idea of a pep talk?"

Jack chuckled. "What I'm saying is, it can only get better than that. And even at the very worst, it was nine months of hell but a lifetime of love and happiness."

Rose nodded. "You're right."

Jack sat there, holding her hand, and he had another hand around her waist and on her belly. "Do you realize how perfectly spaced the children's ages are?"

Rose smiled. "They're all five years apart," said Rose. "When the baby's born, Josie will be ten, Maddie and Myles will be five, and the baby will be zero."

Jack looked at Rose and saw how sick she looked. "Rose?"

"Garbage," said Rose. "Get me the garbage please."

Jack jumped up and ran to the bathroom and brought back the garbage. He put it in front of Rose and she started to throw up. Jack just sat there and rubbed her back. "I'm so sorry, Rosie," he whispered. "I'm so sorry."

Finally she stopped and put her head back. Jack stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. "I'm okay."

"What can I do?" Jack asked. "Please give me something to do."

Rose took her hand that was holding Jack's and picked it up. She looked at his watch. "You can go pick up the children from school. They'll be out in twenty minutes."

"I don't want to leave you," said Jack, placing a curl behind her ear.

"I'll be fine," said Rose.

"What if you need something?" Jack asked.

"I'll manage for twenty minutes," Rose said, kissing him. "Now go, before the kids start to worry."

Jack kissed her again and left. While he was gone, Rose tried to rest, but she was too nauseous. She just closed her eyes until she heard the bedroom door open. "How do you feel?" Jack asked.

"Better," Rose lied.

Jack stood in front of her and crossed his arms. "Are you lying?"

Rose looked at him and gave her a mischievous smile. "Maybe."

"Can I get you something to eat?" Jack asked.

"I'm not really hungry," said Rose.

Jack sat down on the edge of the bed. "You've been throwing up all day. You need to eat something. Can I make you some toast?"

Rose sighed. "Fine, if you insist."

"Great."

"But if you insist on me eating, I'm going to do it downstairs."

"Fine, if you insist," said Jack. He scooped Rose into his arms and carried her downstairs to the couch.

"Is this really necessary?" Rose giggled.

"Well, no," said Jack. "But I'm going to keep you as safe as I possibly can, and if we can avoid you taking the stairs, that's what we're going to do."

Rose smiled. "I would kiss you, but I'm pretty sure my breath smells and tastes like vomit."

Jack kissed her. "I can endure it."