AN: Er, I've only added this note because some parts of this chapter are not really for kids. Some Jesse/Suze fluff that involves a little touchy feely business, nothing worse then undressing. Lol. I put this up so fast because you guys and your reviews are so great. Thanks!

-chayfan.

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Chapter Four

I arrived at Jesse's house on time – 7:00 exactly. My stomach was doing flip-flops in both excitement and anxiety as I approached his apartment. Knocking once, then twice, I clutched my handbag closer to me. Jesse arrived at the door, in an old-looking T-shirt – one which, as I noticed, was open, so I could see his muscular chest easily – a pair of boxers and with his hair sticking up in various places.

If it was any other night, I would have pissed myself laughing. But I was way to nervous of what he was going to say when I told him about my situation and I was also being way to careful of my unborn child. That also meant not to laugh or pee to hard. Call me paranoid, but having a kid inside of your stomach does that to you.

'Susannah!' Jesse cooed brightly, his smile always reached his eyes and at that realization, I grinned back. He let me in, excusing himself so he could get some proper clothes on. But I stopped him before he could move.

'You look fine, Jesse, don't bother.' Jesse just looked at me worried for a moment before smiling again.

'Beautiful as always, Querida.' I smiled at the nickname and tingles flew up my spine when I registered his silky, sexy voice speak to me in that way.

Jesse lead me to his lounge room – a small room which had a 150 inch TV, a remote on one of the small tables next to it and a large, black loveseat smack bang in the middle of the room. The walls were painted a light blue, and the boarders were in a more darker, royal blue. I loved everything about his apartment.

It was a normal date. Jesse seemed to despise movie theaters, saying they were too dark and it was hard to climb down the stairs without tripping – he knows, he fell all the way down to the bottom of them once. And now he holds a grudge against theaters. I couldn't stop laughing as this event happened, although I did nurse Jesse in my arms after, giving him a peck on each cheek and telling him that it was alright to fall down stairs… hell, I did it all the time.

So we watched a movie on his TV, the TV lit up the room so I could see Jesse's face when the more brighter colours came on. We were watching a chick flick, one that I had picked up on the way, called Dance With Me. It had Vanessa Williams in it and was about an epic love story including types of Spanish Salsa dances and even a song in the language. Jesse seemed to enjoy it, since he understood most of the words in the song – I understood none. Taco and Querida were definitely not mentioned, which are the only two Spanish words I know… those and Si, which means yes.

I told Jesse this and he just chucked, bringing me closer to him. I moved my body into his lap and he kissed me on the forehead, all my nervousness was forgotten as we sat there, a perfect moment bought upon us.

But I should have realized, all our perfect moments are destroyed.

It was so sudden. I mean, isn't morning sickness only supposed to happen in the morning? I was really confused about that, I would have to ask Mom the next day, I thought.

Anyway, I felt the urge in my stomach and I just knew that if I didn't move, I would puke all over Jesse, so I wrestled myself away from his grip, causing a few perplexed looks from said boyfriend. But I got there just in time, I puked all inside his toilet bowl.

Although this action was really disgusting, it definitely got Jesse's attention. He came running into the room, an over-concerned made-for-me look on his face. I seemed to be the only person he gave that look to… I feel so privileged… not. But really, I was lucky to have Jesse – such a loving boyfriend.

'Susannah!' He breathed, obviously a little worn from that running. Oh the things I put him through, I thought with an inward sigh, 'What is wrong?' His chocolate-coloured eyes were widened as he crouched beside my figure. I was sitting near the toilet bowl, my head on the clean protector on top of it. I flushed the toilet, sending the sickness and the toilet roll I had wiped my face on down the drain.

'I guess it was just a little bug or something.' Jesse looked puzzled. I laughed a little at his ignorance, 'Not a real bug, Jesse, it's a saying for 'a sudden illness' its gone now, so there is nothing to worry about.' I stood and embraced him, inhaling his smell – the intoxicating, musky aftershave he wears. It gets me every time and I melted into his arms, hoping to smell more of it.

Jesse laughed, I wondered what he was laughing at but then I realized, I had said something out loud. 'What did I say?'

He just shook his head, still laughing. I urged him, 'Come on Jesse! Tell me!' He paid no attention until I yelled: 'Don't make me make you tell me!'

Amusement was replaced with confusion, 'Huh?' uttered Jesse, looking baffled. It seemed everything confused Jesse – everything about the modern world, I mean.

I put a hand on each side of his waist, then pulled it into me, so our lower halves were pressing together. Good feedback came from this, I felt a sudden bulge in Jesse's boxers and I had to use every power in me to stop myself from laughing.

My hands moved from his waist to his ass, which made him even more aroused, I grinned at my dirty mind but making Jesse crazy was always so fun. I looked up at him, and he swooped down, ready to kiss me. But I didn't let him, I just pressed tighter on the part of his body I was holding and nudged his head a little, so I could whisper into his ear.

'Tell me.' Then I released him, but he didn't release me, his hands shot to my waist just as I loosened my grip on him. Moving down like an eagle catching it's prey, Jesse kissed me once on the cheek, and then moved down to my neck, kissing the sensitive areas there.

'You.' A kiss on the neck. 'Said.' Another kiss. 'That.' Another kiss. Pause. Hands moving up my shirt. 'You.' Running circles around my stomach and capturing my breasts in his hands. 'Liked.' Another kiss. Playing around with my bra straps. 'My.' A kiss again, now he was yanking my shirt above my head. 'Nice-smelling aftershave.'

I flushed scarlet. Not because of the touchy-feely business that was going on between us – Jesse has seen my body before – but the fact that I had blurted out that I liked his "nice-smelling aftershave" as I had so eloquently put it.

Jesse scooped me up and proceeded to walk to his bedroom. It was a nice bedroom, I had seen it more than once – wink, wink – but it was painted this light green with a darker green boarder, it seemed Jesse's whole apartment was colour coded – the kitchen was yellow and the bathroom was grey, the walls of the wardrobe were red… etc. But it was nice, I liked it a lot.

Placing me gently onto the bed – you know, like the men do to the women in all those romantic chick flicks? – Jesse kissed me on the cheek, the nose, the forehead and finally on my lips. His hands started to feel my skin that the halter neck I wore had concealed, all the while my hands were running up and down his broad chest, feeling every contour of his body. It was bliss it was…

It was then that I realized I couldn't do this… I was pregnant… this was wrong.

This could harm the baby.

I stopped his hands from touching my skirt I was wearing, just as I stopped mine from roaming across his chest. I held his hands tightly in my own. 'Jesse.' My voice was hoarse. 'We can't do this, not tonight.' My mind was buzzing about how this could still harm the baby and I was getting more hysterical by each passing second.

Large, brown eyes looked at me, yearning, I could tell, to be inside of me. I also knew from the telepathic waves of his brain that he was confused at my refusal to become involved with him and that he didn't want to do anything more than sex tonight. His beautiful eyes closed for a minute and then opened again, he looked at me with sorrow. 'I understand.' Jesse's voice was shallow, I could tell that this hurt him – my denying of him – and it insulted him in ways I could never imagine.

'I shall drive you home, then.' No! My mind screamed, No! I wanted to stay! And I really did, so I gripped Jesse's hands in mine tighter as he tried to shuffle off the bed.

'Jesse, it's not that I don't want to do this with you. I do, more than anything I have ever done. I love you and you have to understand that.' I took a deep breath and before I could stop myself, said sharply, 'It's just that I can't.'

Sorrow and hurt in his eyes died and Jesse looked at me; once again confused. How confused does this guy get, you ask? Oh a lot, hell of a lot. But his lack of knowledge is so cute at times. Yet most of the time, so annoying as well.

'Why can you not, Susannah?' Confusion turned to apprehension, 'Is something wrong, querida, that you cannot engage in physical contact with me? A rash, perhaps?'

'No! No! Nothing like that,' I said, trying to calm him. Jesse was looking really worried and perplexed now. I put both of my hands on one of his own and kissed the hard calluses there, Jesse was surprised at this action but said nothing. I used his hand to stroke my cheek, as if it would some how help me in telling him what I was about to reveal.

Nervousness passed through me, this was harder than telling my mother. But I had to do it, I couldn't leave Jesse in the dark, I've known this for a day and a half – he should have been the first one to know after myself. So I swallowed all my nervousness and it used all of my pride just to say those simple words.

Tears were now cascading down my cheeks, a mild shock was printed on Jesse's face and he used his other hand to wipe them away. 'Jesse, I'm pregnant. The baby is mine, the baby is yours. And…Oh, gods… Were going to be parents!'

I buried my head into his chest: he was frozen for a moment, then two, then three before he breathed, 'Nombre de Dios,' in a manner so like what he had when we first met, that my mind flashed to him sitting on my window-seat, surrounded by his ghost glow.

'I-I'm sorry Jesse.' I whispered, unable to stop myself. Jesse held me harder and closer to him, I could not smell his "nice-smelling" aftershave anymore, however, because my nose was blocked and runny. 'I didn't mean for this to happen…But, I just- I had to tell you, to know whether you wanted this or not…'

'Susannah.' Jesse's voice was grave, I looked up at him with watery eyes and he stroked my tears away again, a small smile on his face. 'There is nothing more that I want than to have a child with you, mi querida, yo te amo. I love you.'

I rested my head on Jesse's chest and we layed back on the bed, together. Nothing felt more right. I could hear Jesse mutter, 'Buenos Noches mi Susannah, and to you, mi unborn niño.' And after that, I fell into a deep slumber.

AN: And that is the end of that chapter… I hope you thought Jesse's reaction was good enough. It was the best I could manage. – shudders – I have a horrible computers assignment I have to do and dad will kill me if he finds me on here. So I have to go, Amor! And… er… oh yeah… Review!

-chayfan.