Meant To Be II: Children

            By Caitlin "Jinx" Wasson

Chapter Nine

Dreaming…

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            Fox ran into Dana's room. She was sitting up in bed. "What's wrong?" he demanded. "Are you okay? Are the babies okay? What happened?"

            She smiled slightly. "One question at a time please," she said. "While John was getting some coffee, Rob came in. Then I felt a sharp abdominal pain. John and Betty rushed in. John arrested Rob and Betty called the doctor. As it turns out, my placenta tried to separate from me uterine wall."

            "Are you and the babies okay?" he asked, very worried.

            "Yes," she answered. "We'll be fine but I'm confined completely to bed for the next four months, no afternoon walks and I can't even get up to use the bathroom. I have to use a bedpan." She wrinkled her nose at that.

            "But you're okay?" he asked.

            She nodded. "I'll be fine, Honey."

            He was instantly relieved. Then he grabbed a chair and sat down by her bed. "As long as you're okay, do you want to hear my news?"

            "Of course!" she replied. "What's up?"

            "Walter wants to put me through the Academy," he told her. "For free. They want me to be a profiler."

            "Really? That's great Honey!" she told him. "If this is what you want."

            "Yeah, it'll be cool to be a real live FBI agent," he said. "They wanted to put you through as well but they know a career as a neurosurgeon is too good and important to give up."

            She smiled. "It's great honey," she told him brightly. "I'm really happy for you."

            He leaned over and kissed her softly.

            Monica and John walked in, both carrying cheery get well soon flower arrangements filled with daisies and gladiolas.

            "Well well well," Monica said. "It looks like we have to prepare ourselves for an office invasion."

            "Skinner told us," John translated at their confused looks. He set his flowers down on the table.

            Dana noticed that both of them were beaming. Then she caught a look at Monica's left hand.

            "Are you two engaged?" Dana asked in disbelief.

            "They smiled and nodded. "How'd you guess?" Monica questioned.

            "Your ring," Dana told her. "That's a pretty big rock."

            She shrugged. "Not as big as yours."

            "Mon thinks of yours as the diamond standard," John said. "Of course, I'm not the one making $250,000 a year."

            They all laughed.

            "Congratulations, this is really great," Dana said.

            John tucked his arm around Monica's waist. "Yeah, it really is isn't it?"

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