Many of you read my first chapter and several of you sent me great reviews. Thank you for your support. I really appreciate it. To those who read the first chapter, you might be wondering where I went. Well, here finally is the long awaited (I hope!) second chapter. I am sorry it was such a long time coming but my computer erased it and for a while my muse and I didn't have the heart to re-write it. Here it is, however. Please keep the reviews coming! It's great motivation for my muse to write more!!

Chapter 2~ Revelations

Catherine got down plates, cups, knives and forks and began setting the table while she watched Lindsey and Warrick pour the pancake batter onto the griddle.

Lindsey, with the spatula in hand, pointed to one of the pancakes. "Is that one ready to flip, Uncle Warrick?" Catherine looked up and smiled at Warrick. She mouthed, "Uncle Warrick?"

Warrick laughed, "I know, I know." Both of their smiles grew as their eyes locked in on each other. Lindsey put her hands on her hips. "Is anyone listening to me?" She said, frustrated.

Catherine and Warrick looked back at the little girl. "Yes honey, we're listening." Catherine replied.

"Well I think this pancake is burning!" Lindsey exclaimed. Warrick turned his attention to the pancake and flipped it. It was dark brown. "See it's burned. You burnt it, Uncle Warrick!" Lindsey looked as if she might cry.

Warrick knelt down next to Lindsey. "Oh Lindsey, it's not completely ruined. It's just one pancake. Why don't you go watch some TV while your mom and I finish making the pancakes. We will call you when they're ready, okay?"

Lindsey thought about it for a moment and then nodded her head. She skipped into the living room and turned on the TV. "The Power-Puff Girls are on!"

Warrick sighed with relief and looked at Catherine. "I almost thought she was gonna cry there."

Catherine walked over to Warrick and removed the burnt pancake. "We're all a little emotional right now, I guess." She said as she poured some more batter onto the pan. Warrick noticed as she did this, she went a little pale.

Warrick took the ladle from her. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Catherine turned towards him, her face white. "I don't think so." She said as she ran over to the sink and vomited. Warrick set the ladle down and ran over to her, holding her blonde hair back for her as she threw up. After a few minutes, she stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Warrick gently let go of her hair and took her face gently in his hands. He asked her worriedly, "Are you alright?" Catherine nodded this time.

"That's strange." She thought. "I didn't feel sick." She looked at Warrick and smiled. "I'm fine, but I think I might lay down for a little while, at least until breakfast is ready. Can you finish for me?"

Warrick smiled and kissed her lightly on the cheek. She blushed a little but did not pull away. "Of course." he said. Catherine smiled and whispered in his ear. "Thanks, I owe you one." She walked slowly down the hall and lay on her bed, exhausted once again.

Warrick finished making the pancakes and even made them into letters, an L for Lindsey and a C and a W for Catherine and him. He finished setting the table and pour some orange juice into each glass. He also put some syrup into a pitcher and coaxed Lindsey into turning the TV off and going outside to pick a couple fresh flowers for the table. Meanwhile, he went into the bedroom to check again on Catherine. He was worried about her. It wasn't like her to be so sick or sleep this much. He tiptoed into her room and found her fast asleep. He thought he might leave her alone but she started to stir just as he turned to leave. "Hi." she whispered groggily.

Warrick walked over to the bed. "Hi." he replied back. "Well, breakfast is ready if you're up for it, but if not, I can stay here with you." Catherine sat up. She looked quite faint. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Catherine nodded. "Just sat up too quickly. Blood rush." Warrick still looked worried. She squeezed his hand. "I'm fine. In fact, I am feeling so much better that I will join you two for breakfast." Warrick stood up and held out his hand to help Catherine get out of bed. The two walked into the breakfast room and Warrick pulled out the chair for Catherine.

"Thank you," she said, smiling at him. She looked up at him and kissed him lightly. Warrick smiled back. "You're welcome."

Just then, Lindsey walked in. "Ewww. Gross." Catherine and Warrick just laughed. Catherine looked at Lindsey and she then sat down. "These pancakes look great, Uncle Warrick!" She exclaimed.

"Thanks Lindsey." He smiled as he looked over at Catherine. She had turned pale again and was staring at her plate. She tried to smile weakly, but could not hide the nauseous look on her face for long. She felt herself becoming sick again and it took all the energy she had left to run to the bathroom. She vomited again and afterwards, slid down and slumped against the door. "What is wrong with me?" she thought as she wiped her face off with a towel. "I haven't felt this way since…No, couldn't be. Eddie and I were only together for about a week and that was over a month ago." Then it dawned on Catherine. "I haven't felt this way since I was pregnant with Lindsey. Oh my god! I'm pregnant." Just then, Warrick knocked on the door. "Cath, are you alright?" he asked worriedly.

Catherine talked back from inside the bathroom. "Warrick, I think I need a doctor."