A/N: Uh-Oh! I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to keep all of you waiting for so long! I can not believe that I said it would be done by the end of my summer because obviously, its not. I hope all of you understand.... Oh by the way, I said only 2 or 3 chapters more a few chapters ago. Following that timeline, this or the chapter afterwards is supposed to be the epilogue. Its not. I've decided o give it a few more chapters. But that's only if you want it. So please tell me in a review.
"Stacey, darling, this is the best news ever." Sam excitedly whispered in his wife's ear, tightening his hold on her.
Stacey relaxed her body in his strong grip and sighed. "I know. I've wanted this for so long... But what if something goes wrong?"
Sam stroked the silky spill of golden hair, trying to comfort her. "Yes, but those risks are minimal, remember?"
"Which is precisely why you're going to further diminish those risks by quitting your job and going on bed rest." Sam informed her, releasing his grip and gently pushing her down on the bed. "Starting now."
"What?!" she shot back up to a sitting position, colliding with his still bent upper body. "Oops, sorry. But what about dinner with your family tonight? And the picnic Kristy and the rest planned for the day after tomorrow? It's been years since I've seen some of them before the get-together at Kristy's and that was cut short. And Mary Anne. What about her? We still haven't come up with a solution! She won't talk to us. We have to be there for her parents. They're absolutely distraught. My firm! I'm head accountant; I have a lot of duties! We have the Kahlila account to worry about and the-"
"My point exactly." He interrupted her, still rubbing his shoulder. "If I let you do one thing, you'll insist on doing a million others which is not good for you or the baby. And besides that, we can afford your taking time off or quitting altogether. " He reached between them to caress her still flat stomach.
"No we can't. What with my diabetes, the special measures needed to ensure a healthy baby." She sank back down on the soft pillows, apparently exhausted. "Then there's the house, keeping it up is expensive. Then the baby. I fully intend on making sure it gets the best possible care and upbringing. Not to mention wardrobe!"
"House, treatment, care, upbringing, we can afford." Sam kissed her forehead softly, lying down beside her. "Wardrobe, I'm not so sure." He teased.
"But that's the most important part." Stacey joked, moving nearer him. "Don't you want a beautiful wife and child?"
"You're beautiful, no matter what you're wearing, or not wearing." He told her in his best Gomez voice, making her laugh lightly.
She rolled onto her side, his arm supporting her. "Sam, even after almost a decade, you can still make me laugh. I love you. I love you so much. But is that really enough? Will that get us through life? Not only financially, mind you, but through all the rest as well."
He brushed the blonde hair falling into the big blue filling with worry. "I love you too Stace. And yes that will, and when that's not enough; we'll have anything else to fall back on. Seriously, we have enough on our own. What I'm making is plenty. We have our savings. Added to that, is the fact that Mom and Watson are perfectly willing to help out. Your mom and dad are too, they told me before they left. We can even move back to McLelland if you want to. We're always welcome there. It is after all, too large for only three people. But we won't have to do any of that, unless you want to. Okay?"
She let herself fall and be completely supported by his arm. "But, please don't make me give up all my social and family duties. The boredom will kill me. Please?' She begged him, her face buried in the junction of his neck and shoulders.
"Ok... We'll talk to Dr. Argragion-Pademan and we'll come up with something." He promised her. "But for the moment, I think its best if the family dinner be reduced to a small one here and you may not, I repeat MAY NOT obsess about Mary Anne further. You may only meet your friends here or at McLelland. And don't think you can get away with otherwise because my darling sister shall be briefed about your condition and all the little rules that go with it. Not to mention what I'll do to her and the rest of your baby-sitters if they dare to disobey my rules. Is that clear, Mrs. Thomas?" Sam questioned, smiling at the still half-buried face, which eventually shot up to face him.
"And who exactly are you to insist on that? Dr. Thomas?" Stacey demanded.
"Your husband, of course!" Sam laughingly replied and he pressed his lips passionately against hers, teasing her with his tongue and teeth, his hands tangled in her hair.
When he did finally release her, she smiled at him. "Even still. You don't have any control."
"Yeah right," He teased her. "I mean didn't you just completely surrender to my kiss? Speaking of which, if you need any more reminders just ask me or feel you stomach and think of the nausea."
Stacey groaned. "If you don't mind, I'd highly prefer asking you instead of remembering hours spent puking."
"Go ahead. I'd appreciate it more, as well."
Stacey playfully swatted him on the arm. "So that's what you want?!"
A/N: What do you think?