A/N: Thanks to all my lovely reviewers!!!! I know, usually, I'll respond to each review, but no one really had any questions or anything to respond too, so I'm just posting. Enjoy!!!

Suze's POV:

"You're WHAT?! Susannah Marie Simon, you have a lot of explaining to do!"

Based on that above statement, who do you think I told first about getting married and being pregnant?

If you guessed my mother...you're wrong! Hahaha!!! Well, I was on my way to tell my mom, since she was downstairs with Andy and the rest of the Ackerman clan, but my dad popped in first. He'd been eavesdropping, I supposed, and materialized in, yelling up a storm. Mostly at me, and then at Jesse, when Jesse had jumped in to say it was not my fault, because these things happen. I wasn't really listening. I mean, I was, but I was more concerned with my mom's reaction.

Once my dad was gone- after a lot of swearing in both English and Spanish and promises that he'd be back later- Jesse and I went down to break the news to my mom.

Who was thrilled that her baby girl was getting married, and to 'such a fine young man' as Jesse. Jesse blushed and pulled me close to him. I was about to leave, and save the rest of the news for later, but Jesse gave me a look.

"Uh, Mom? Andy? Can I talk to you guys, yanno, in private?" I figured it'd be easier with just them.

"Sure, probably want to discuss how much to spend." Andy said, somewhat laughing. "Bride's family traditionally pays, don't they?"

Andy and Mom followed us into the kitchen. "Actually, that's not what I wanted to say. And don't worry, I'm not expensive." I said. I wouldn't be either, I wanted to get married on the beach by Father Dom. That was my dream wedding right there.

I took a deep breath and said, "Mom, Andy, I'm also...uh...pregnant."

"WHAT?!" Brad exclaimed from the door. He'd been listening in, the snoop. He turned and called into the living room, "Guys! Suze got herself knocked up!"

"Yeah, and its partially your fault, for swiping the condoms from my nightstand for your night with Debbie!" I shot back. Brad turned a bright shade of red and slunk out, leaving Jesse and I to face Mom and Andy.

Mom looked like I had told her I was dying. Andy looked at Jesse and I in disbelief, before saying, "It is Jesse's, right Suze?"

I was in shock. "Of course it is! Why would you say such a thing?!"

Mom slapped Andy's arm lightly and said, "Is this why you're getting married?"

"Oh no, ma'am." Jesse, who'd been silent, said hastily. "As I told Susannah, I was planning on asking her to marry me tonight at dinner. In light of this, I decided to ask her a bit sooner."

Mom and Andy nodded. "So, do you have a particular date in mind?" Andy asked, breaking the silence.

I glanced at Jesse. "Late June, maybe." I said when Jesse shrugged. "Preferably before the baby is born."

My parents bugged us for a little while longer, before we were able to leave to go celebrate. On the way out, Brad apologized for being an ass (his words, not mine, though I was thinking them), Jake congratulated us, and David patted my stomach before saying congratulations and giving us a big hug.

Then Jesse and I were free!

We drove around, saw Spiderman 2 (made me laugh til my sides ached. No one blinked in that movie! OMG!!!) and then went to get dinner at this little Italian bistro place. Then we went to Jesse's apartment in the rectory.

"Susannah, where are we going to live after we're married?" Jesse asked. "The rectory will not allow us to stay together. They barely allow me to stay here now, as it is."

"That's true." I said, plopping down onto the little futon thing Jesse had. "Well, maybe we can get rid of my daybed, make room for baby-type things, and you can move in with us?"

"Yes, for a little while, until we have steady jobs and can save for our own place." Jesse said, sitting next to me, and pulling my head into his lap. He started stroking my hair, and said, "You only have a week of school left, querida, is that correct?" Jesse, being the incredibly smart person he is, had already graduated.

"Yups. Then I'm free." I sighed contently.

"So what do you say, we combine your graduation party and the wedding?"

"Really?" I thought. "Well, if you want to, that's cool."

"Alright." Jesse and I cuddled for a little more, before he drove me home. Mom, Andy, Jesse, and I all sat down in the living room and discussed the living situation, and all that good stuff, and the wedding, and graduation. The only person I had to call was Gina, since now she HAD to fly out in 2 weeks for my party and wedding.



"You're what?!"

This seems to be everyone's intial reaction to news of my wedding. Father Dom insisted on performing the ceremony. I told him we wouldn't have it any other way, and he asked when it was. When I gave him a date, he said, "Why so soon?"

It was then Jesse and I looked down at our feet. Jesse had accompianed me to the office to tell Father Dom. "Well, it's soon, because..uh, we've had some nice weather lately?" I said weakly.

"Susannah..." Father Dom and Jesse both said. Jesse took my hand in his and said, "Father, Susannah is with child. We thought it best to get married before the baby is born."

"Ah I see." Father Dom said, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. "Well, Susannah, Jesse, congratulations, but you'd best be getting to class. Or, work." Jesse got a job upon graduating, at the library, and then another at this big book store downtown that just opened up.

Me? Well, I just got hired on a clothing store in the- gasp- Mall. I know, I know, sensory overload big time, but it's actually gotten better. Thankfully, ghosts haven't gotten in the way yet.

Jesse walked me to morning assembly, and was there when I told Cee and Adam the news- both marriage and maternal. Both pulled the "You're what?" line, which was getting really old, really fast, and then Cee demanded to see my ring. I proudly showed it off before they left and Jesse and I said goodbye.

"I'll pick you up from school, querida?" Jesse asked.

"Yeah." I leaned up and kissed Jesse on the lips. Jesse kissed me back, and pushed me gently against the wall while we practically made out in the hallway. When Jesse and I broke apart for air, he hugged me, and kissed my stomach before leaving.

I grinned happily as I walked to morning assembly. "Wow, Simon, PDA much?"

I turned around, not having to guess who that was. "Good morning, Paul." I said cheerfully. Hell, not even he could ruin my good mood.

"Wow, you're in a good mood. Got anything to do with the cowboy?" Paul quickly fell in step with me as we walked down the hall.

"Yes, actually, it does." I said. "We're engaged."

Paul's jaw dropped- literally- as I held up my hand. "Damn, Suze." he said after recovering. "Well, you're officially off the market then, huh?"

"Paul, you're an insufferable prick. I've been 'off the market' since Jesse and I started going out." I said.

"So, what was with him kissing your stomach?" Paul asked. I remained silent. That was one thing I was not telling Paul- he'd probably attempt to kill it or something.

Thankfully, we reached the auditorium. I threw open the door and sat down between Cee and Adam. Paul sat behind us. CeeCee patted my stomach- why the hell do people do that? Huh? The kid can't feel it, it's the size of a penny!- and said, "I can't believe you're having-" before I shushed her.

"Yeah, I know." I said. Then Adam started in on it. "Suze, you're gonna let me be a godfather, right?"

"Yes, if CeeCee will be godmother." I whispered, hoping Paul wouldn't hear.

"Ah!" CeeCee squealed. "Of course I will!" Then she and Adam both hugged my stomach.

"So, Suze, knocked up, huh?" Paul whispered, leaning in and putting his head near my ear. "Well, that explains the ring."

"Shut up, you bastard." I whispered back as CeeCee and Adam pulled away from my stomach.

"Well, it does. Why else would De Silva pop the question so soon?"

"Uh, maybe because he loves me?!" I said, louder than I meant to.

Paul smirked. "Sure he does, Suze. Sure he does."

You can see why I hit him.

And then raced to the bathroom to puke my guts out.

"Suze? You OK?" CeeCee called, following me in. "You did a number on Paul, but I really don't blame you. He's being a major ass about this."

I flushed the toilet with shaky hands. Coming out of the stall to rinse my mouth, I said, "Yeah. Can't admit defeat I guess. Any blood?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure you broke his nose again." This, at least, made me smile.

I was smiling a lot by lunch, when Adam came to my defense against Paul by slamming him against a wall when Paul called me a very rude name in German. Apparently, Adam's fluent in German, and Paul's been learning new languages to diss Jesse and I in. Ok, mostly Jesse.

We were sitting in our usual place at lunch, when Paul walks by. "Hure." Paul hissed at me. Adam's eyes got huge, and the next thing we know, Paul's slammed against the adobe wall, going, "Apologize, you dickless sohn von einem weibchen, before I kastriere you!"

Ok, if kastriere means what it sounds like, Paul is right to be holding...um...that. "Sorry." He said quickly.

Adam let Paul go, who slunk off very quickly. "Thanks, Adam. What'd he say?"

"Uh..I'm not going to repeat in the company of woman." Adam said, growing red. "But, trust me, if he'd said it in English, you'd have been all over him, pounding him to a bloody pulp."

"Well...uh...thanks, again." I said. We ate lunch in silence, stopping occasionally when someone came over to pat my stomach and offer congradulations. Mostly they were David's freshman friends, and some of Brad's crowd. Debbie actually apologized for them taking my condoms.

I held back laughter as I said, "It's ok. Really."

Jesus, news travels fast in the mission!


"Good day, querida?" Jesse asked as I got into his beat up Honda Civic. I was grinning like mad, and answered with a, "Yup, it was faboulous!"

Jesse just grinned as we drove to my house. It was empty, as Brad went surfing, and David went to the library. I took my homework free book bag to my room and we collapsed on my bed. Jesse kissed my stomach again and, damn those hormones, I started crying.

"Querida, are you alright?" Jesse asked quietly, wiping away my tears.

"Yeah." I said sniffling. "I'm just really happy."

Jesse kissed my tears away and then moved on to my lips. I sighed with happiness and kissed him back, pressing my body to his. We lay like this, kissing, for quite some time.

Until, of course, a ghost popped in to ruin it.

And it wasn't even my dad.