Disclaimer's Note: I think we all know I don't own Saved by the Bell.

Author's Note: I'm new to this section but I've been watching Saved by the Bell for years. I think Zack and Kelly are made for each other. I'm trying my best to make this story as realistic as possible and I certainly hope you all enjoy it. Reviews are appreciated and flames are welcomed.

Kelly deposited her twenty-five cents into the machine on the bus and searched for a seat. There were none available; however, as soon as she stepped foot on the bus, several men nearly jumped out of their seats and offered them to her.

"Thank you." Kelly smiled as she took one of the gentlemen up on their offer.

The young man smiled and tipped his hat in courtesy.

Kelly slid over closer to the window, leaned her head deep against the seat, and closed her eyes. She sighed as memories of the previous night took place in her mind.

"Kel, it'll only be for a week. I promise. I don't want to leave you, especially in your condition, but I have to. The business is going under as it is and this could be the one chance I have to change it."

Kelly nodded, forcing a weak and unconvincing smile.

"I know. I know. It's just, Zack, we've been married for three months and…I just, you know, the house is going to be so empty without you."

Zack smiled at his wife and took her hands in his.

"Kelly, I love you more than anything in the world. I always have and I always will. You know I'm not a sappy guy, but I also speak from my heart. And my heart is saying that I have the rest of my life to be with this woman- atleast as long as she'll have me." Zack grinned. "Kel, please let me do this. It's just for one week."

Kelly nodded yet again. "I know. I guess I'll just have to find something to occupy me during the time that you're gone." Kelly smiled weakly. "Go ahead, Zack. I'll be fine."

Zack smiled and placed his hand on Kelly's stomach. "I know you can take care of yourself when it comes down to it. But now I have to worry about both of you."

Kelly looked down at her already bulging stomach. She couldn't help but smile. Her dream was finally coming true. She was married to the one and only guy she could ever imagine herself married to, they were finally living in a house all their own (Zack even put up a white picket fence and adopted a golden lab), the two of them were still in college, each of them holding part-time jobs, Kelly as a waitress and Zack doing odd jobs for anyone who would hire him. And, to complete the ever common and always fantasized American dream, she was having her first of hopefully several children.

The bus slowed to a stop and Kelly heard the doors open and watched as several people exited the bus. She glanced at her watch and sighed. It was only seven-o-clock and it was her first night alone since she and Zack had married no more than three months ago. She pulled out her cell phone and resisted the urge to call her husband. Ask him how his plane ride was, how big New York City was, and most importantly, was he working with any attractive women? Jessie, Lisa, Screech, and even Slater had told her time and time again that she was the only woman Zack would ever be interested in. Kelly didn't need to be told that, she knew where Zack's heart lies, but he was also notorious for his womanizer status at Bayside High School and even at college. But, what could she say? She was in love. She was in love the second she saw Zack however many years ago they first met. A girl spends her whole life imagining her wedding day, window-shopping for the perfect dress, making a guest list, and, in Kelly's case, throwing rice at herself while staring in the mirror humming "Here Comes the Bride". Brad Pitt would be the groom and as soon as that phase ended he was placed with none other than Zack Morris, at an early age.

The doors opened yet again and Kelly glanced out the window. She gathered her purse and cautiously made her way down the aisle and off the bus. She nervously looked down the street and inhaled a breath. She began to walk as fast as she could while still being relatively careful and gentle considering her heavy load. She hated walking down her street at night by herself. Sure, there were street lamps and lighted houses, but it gave her an eerie feeling. Like maybe someone would try to abduct her or something…

Kelly shook her head and let out a slight laugh.

It was ridiculous. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before so why should she worry now?

Kelly walked down her sidewalk and unlocked her front door. She sighed as she looked around the empty room. She flicked the light on and flopped on the couch, tracing a picture of her and Zack that sat atop the side table. She sighed again. A sudden nudge of her wrist almost caused her to yelp before she realized it was Buddy.

"Hey Buddy!" Kelly greeted her golden lab softly, yet enthusiastically.

Buddy wagged his tail vigorously and panted uncontrollably.

Kelly laughed. "Do you want to go out? Huh buddy? Come on!"

Kelly grabbed Buddy's leash and attached it to his collar. She pulled on her sweater and brought her dog outside to use the bathroom.

Kelly shivered and wrapped her arms around her waist. She tugged on the leash and made her way back inside the house. She made it a point to lock the doors and turn out any of the outside lights. Before slipping into her pajamas she checked the phone messages and was disappointed to hear that there was only one, Slater checking to see if everything was going alright.

After comfy in her pjs, she pulled the covers down on their bed and frowned. The bed seemed unusually big tonight and then she realized why. She called for Buddy.

"Buddy…Buddy how do you feel about sleepin' in the big bed tonight? Huh boy?"

Buddy wagged his tail and as Kelly patted the bed he jumped up with no hesitation. Buddy wasn't normally allowed to sleep on the bed (Zack's rule of course), but Kelly of course found tonight, and possibly the rest of the week, as an exception.

She turned out the light and anxiously got under the covers. She knew that tonight would be a cold night. There was no one there to hold her or keep the other side of the bed warm, but she was tired and maybe tomorrow would be a better day. She doubted it, but what's the harm in wishing…