February 14th 2003

Week 8

It was still a shock. She was having a baby. She never imagined it'd happen right now, but it was happening. Sara slowly got out of bed. It was freezing.

"Derek?" Sara called out.

"In the kitchen." He said. Sara wrapped her robe around herself and walked into the kitchen. Derek stood there with a plate of Sausage and eggs and a dozen roses. Sara stared at the plate and her face turned green. "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Oh god." Sara groaned. She ran to the bathroom and began to throw up. Derek looked at the plate in his hand and he sighed.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled. He had totally forgotten about Sara's stomach. Derek sat down at the kitchen table and began to eat the meal he had made for her. Soon she came back out with a sigh.

"It's all right." She sat down at the table. "Derek, we should talk about our options." He stared at her.

"What do you mean?" He asked her, "Options?"

"We can't afford a baby." Sara said.
"Yes we can. It'll be tight, but we can afford it." Derek said.

"Are you happy about it?" Sara asked him with a serious look on his face. He nodded.

"Extremely happy about it. You know how much I want children." Derek said, "Aren't you happy about it?" Sara stared at him and slowly nodded.

"Sometimes I am and sometimes I'm not." She said.

"I can understand that." Derek reached over and took her hand. "This is going to be so great though. Sara chuckled.

"As long as you promise to stand buy me no matter how hormonal I get." She said. Derek laughed softly.

"Of course I will." He kissed her knuckles. "It is Valentine's Day you know...."

"I know." Sara arched her eyebrow. "Did you get me a present?" Derek chuckled.

"Of course." He got up and went to the kitchen counter. "Now don't let pregnancy hormones make you start sobbing." Sara rolled her eyes.

"I promise I wont." She said.

"Close your eyes." He said. Sara reluctantly closed her eyes. "Come on." She giggled and closed them as tight as she could get them. Derek pulled out a necklace and put it around her neck. Sara's hand went up and touched the locket that lay against her chest. She opened her eyes.
"Derek..." She smiled looking at the locket. It was so beautiful.

"I figured a locket would be a nice thing to put our baby's first picture in." He said. Sara's eyes welled with tears.

"I love it." She whispered.

"I said not to cry." Derek chuckled. She wiped her eyes.

"I know, but this is so thoughtful." She said.

"That's my middle name, Baby." Derek said. Sara chuckled as she wrapped her arms around him. She hugged him tightly. Having this baby was going to be wonderful. She had Derek and he was going to be there every step of the way.

February 28th, 2003

Week 10

Her sense of balance was off. Was this how every pregnant woman was or was it just pregnant ballerinas? She couldn't seem to get any of her footing right.

"Maybe you should take some time off." Patrick said. She shot him a look.

"You just want to be the best dancer here." She said.
"Well, at this rate I will be." Patrick said, "There's nothing wrong with taking time off. People get pregnant all the time."

"Not at Julliard they don't." Sara mumbled as she began stretching again.

"You don't want to dance yourself into a miscarriage, Sara." He said. Sara stopped dancing and stared at him.

"What?" She asked. Patrick sighed.

"It's happened before, Sar." Patrick said, "You dance too hard, get too exhausted, and stress is put on the baby."

"But...Do you think it'd happen with me?" Sara asked. Patrick shrugged.

"Have you asked your doctor if it's okay for you to dance?" He asked. Sara shook her head.

"It never occurred to ask." She sighed and sat down, "I don't want to stop dancing."

"I know a lot of pregnant ballerinas." Patrick chuckled sitting neck to her. "Hell, I know there are a lot of pregnant yoga classes." A light bulb went off in Sara's head. A smile curled on her face.

"Do you think I have enough training to be able to teach a ballet class?" Sara asked. Patrick nodded.

"I think that you have more than enough training. Why?" He asked.

"I know what I'm going to do now." Sara said grabbing her things.

"Sara, what are you talking about?" Patrick said.

"I'm going to teach a ballet class for pregnant women." She said sliding her sweater on. Patrick stared at her.

"Forever?" He asked.

"Why not?" Sara shrugged, "We need the extra money and I've trained with some of the best ballerinas there are."

"You're not going to leave Julliard right?" He asked. Sara shrugged.

"We'll see. I need to go talk to Derek." She said running out of the place. Patrick shook his head. That girl was certainly weird.

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Sara walked down the hallway to ward's Derek class. She couldn't get this idea out of her head now that she thought of it. She stood in front of the classroom and opened the door. She cleared her throat.

"Excuse me. May I borrow Derek Reynolds for one moment?" She asked. Derek jumped up out of his seat. Something was wrong with the baby. That's why she was here. He jumped down the stairs and rushed out. He put his hands on her stomach.

"What's wrong, Sara?" He asked, "Is the baby okay?"

"The baby is fine." Sara said, "It gave me an idea and I couldn't wit until after school to tell you." Derek stared at her and nodded.

"What is it, Sara?" He asked.

"I want to open my own dance studio that caters to pregnant women." She said. Derek stared at her.

"Are you serious?" He asked.

"Yes." She laughed; "I will be able to be home more when the baby is here. I can find a studio near the apartment. I can hire Patrick or something."

"What about Julliard?" Derek asked.

"I can go part time, but this is what I've always wanted...To dance for a living." Sara said, "I've been trained by some of the best Ballerinas in the world. People will come to train with me Oh! Maybe Patrick can run a post-pregnancy session. Oooh! We can call is Belly Ballet!" Derek smiled softly.

"This sounds like a wonderful idea but let's talk about it later tonight. We'll check our finances and schedules." He said.

"All right." Sara kissed him softly. This was going to be so much fun. She hoped that it would work itself out.

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