DISCLAIMER: I am NOT Meg Cabot. I do not own the characters (except for the unknowns). The plot, however, is all mine.

Grrr... this house stinks. I can write from my computer, but I don't have internet access and I have to go to the library, which closes at 4:30 during the summer... But at least I can write, I'm grateful for that.

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Now, onto chapter 4

Suze's POV

Double the babies, double the vomiting. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled about having twins. My symptoms are just worse now.

I would say "Pity me." But you'd probably just say. "Screw the vomiting, Jesse's the father of your children!"

To which I would respond. "Your so right. The vomiting is sooo worth the sex."

And the sex is GOOD! Believe me!

We've seemed to even improve over this year and a half, too. Not that it could get anymore mind blowing or life changing. But lets just say were no virgins anymore. If we had a sex tape, we'd kick Paris' behind.

Not that I'm saying I'm a sex goddess or anything. Jesse is the one who would get a Best Performance award.

So, anyways, back to the vomiting.

It was about 7:30 in the morning. I had gotten up early for work with Jesse. He was in the shower when I felt it coming on as I was getting dressed. So, I barged into the bathroom, clad in only my bra and skirt, and kneeled in front of the toilet. I was far too familiar with this position.

"Querida?" I heard over my own vomiting as he shut off the shower. The sliding door to the shower opened. As he came across the bathroom (we have a big bathroom), he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist (unfortunately...).

Soon enough, I felt Jesse's hand rubbing my back as his other one pulled back my hair for me. Jesse's really sympathetic about all this pregnancy stuff. He's always there for all the appointments. He didn't say a word until I stood up, flushing down my children's gift to me.

"I don't think you should go to work today." He told me, concerned, as I rinsed out my mouth of the horrid taste.

"Relax... If I don't go to work, we'll be living on one income." I reminded him.

"Well, can't you work from home and e-mail your column? Or fax it?" He asked.

"I could..." I mumbled as I brushed my teeth. I spit out the toothpaste. "Actually, I can't today. I have a meeting." I told him before walking back into the bedroom to put on the blouse I was going to put on before I puked.

I didn't realize Jesse followed me out until I turned around to find him inches away from me, still wearing only a towel. Before I could say anything, He pushed me back on the bed, as gently as he could, and laid one on me.

Back to the sex department. We haven't really done it in since we found out I was pregnant 3 weeks ago. I've been too sick. But over the past few days, I've vomited much less. So, I think we were both ready to get out of this dry spell we've been in. Before I got pregnant, we did it at least 2 times a week.

So, our tongues were getting well acquainted as Jesse's hand explored the half of my body I didn't get a chance to button, which was my stomach. Mine ran through his wet hair as our legs wrapped around each other. At that moment, I became suddenly aware of his partner in crime as he got a little stiff.

"Jesse, I really gotta go to work." I told him as I pulled back.

I gently pushed him off of me as he kindly kissed my neck. I was attempting to put on my shoes, but Jesse was pretty distracting. It's difficult to figure out a buckle when your husband is giving you a hickie, and mumbling some dirty Spanish into your neck. Once I finally achieved in putting on my shoes, I turned around to face him.

"I'll make you a deal. How about I meet you in your office," Yes, Jesse had an office. Apparently, being general 'go-to' guy in the ER earned him his own little office. Little is not an exaggeration, however. It didn't even have a window. But hey, he had an office. He was working in the nicest ER in the state. "I'll bring lunch, you bring yourself..." I followed that statement with a quick kiss, to prove my point.

He let out a defeated sigh. "Fine..." He said, allowing me get up. I picked up my briefcase and went back over to him, giving him one final goodbye kiss.

"I love you." Jesse told me, looking me deep into my eyes.

"I love you more." I told him, before walking to the bedroom door.

"That's not possible, Querida." I heard him say as I walked down the steps.

I knew that we would be at it for at least 10 minutes, figuring out who loved each other more. It was one of the little games we played. So, I simply called up to him and said. "See you at 12:30... and I love you times infinity!"

Oh yeah, I'm awesome.

Jesse's POV

"Doctor! We need you here!" One of the nurses shouted quickly in the door of the room I was in, currently dealing with a patient.

"I'll be right back, Ma'm." I told the woman I was speaking to before running towards the emergency doors, where the ambulance pushed a gurney through. Even with the oxygen mask, I knew who it was immediately.

"Nombre de DIos..." I breathed, running towards Father Dominic. I let the young EMT tell me his condition as we moved him to another bed in an empty room. He had a heart attack about 15 minutes ago and started to flat line about 3 minutes ago.

"Clear!" I shouted as I sent a jolt of electricity through him. Nothing. "Clear!" I tried it again. Still nothing.

I couldn't focus because my eyes we beginning to flood with tears. Father Dominic is the second most important person in my life. I had to save him. And I was bitterly determined to do just that. I would be able to tell Susannah that he died so suddenly. He's only 59.

I muttered some very angry Spanish before shouting again, with more anger than I've ever heard from myself before. "CLEAR!" I sent one more electric shock through him.

Beep... Beep... Beep...

I heard the steady heartbeat from the monitor. His blue eyes slowly opened and eventually closed from the bright lights, as I let out a sigh of relief.

"Doctor, your wife is here. She's in your office." Another doctor said into the room before continuing on. I looked back down at Father Dominic, who was slowly falling asleep, and could barely keep the smile from my face. The feeling of saving a life was incredible. But knowing I saved his felt even better.

"Everything will be ok, Padre." I told him, giving his hand a squeeze, before going to my office.

Suze's POV

As soon as Jesse walked in, I knew something was up. He looked worried and relieved at the same time, if that's possible. But I just knew that the Subway I brought was going to be put off.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, standing up to give him our hug-and-kiss greeting, which he returned.

"Um..." He started as he pulled out of this kiss, resting his forehead against mine. "A patient just came in." He said, taking a deep breath before continuing. "It was Father Dominic. He had a heart attack."

I let out an unintentional gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. "Is he O.K.?" I immediately asked. Father Dom was a Father to me, in the Mediating world, that is. Ever since I came to Carmel, he's always been there for me. I couldn't lose him now. Not yet.

"He's fine. He's sleeping." Jesse told me, allowing me to breathe again.

"Can I see him? What room is he in?" I asked.

"Number four. I'll come with you." He said, leading me out of the door.

The walk to Father Dom's room was unusually long. What made the length even more painful was the sight of a mother, crying over her son, in room one. I heard the distinctive sound of a flat line coming from the monitor that her son was hooked up to. One of the nurses, that was trying to save his life, covered him with a blanket. The sight caused me to unconsciously put my hand on the small bump that was slowly evolving.

Jesse followed my gaze and closed his hand round mine, giving it a tight squeeze. It was probably just nerves about the pregnancy, hoping that I would be able to protect the babies and not have to bury one, or worse both, of my children.

"Don't worry, Querida. I won't let that happen." Jesse whispered in my ear before kissing my hair, sending a rush of comforting warmth through me as we continued walking.

We finally got to Father Dom's room. He was in such a weak condition, it was difficult to watch. Tubes and wires were connected everywhere on his sleeping body. Immediately I went by his side and sat down on a chair, taking his hand. It was cold.

"I hate seeing him like this..." I told Jesse, who could only nod in response.

A couple minutes passed before he began to stir awake. "Jesse..." I said, taking his attention away from writing down his vitals, and whatever else doctors write down.

"Hello, Susannah..." He said weakly, looking up at me, before turning his attention to Jesse. "What happened, exactly...?"

"You had a heart attack, Padre. I'm going to keep you here a couple more days to run a few tests and keep an eye on you." Jesse told him as he pulled up a stool.

"Oh, dear..." Father Dom said, using some strength to sit up against the top half of the bed, which was tilted. "Does the Mission know?"

"You had it there." Jesse told him. I didn't know who else would have known, since the Mission was his life, but I let it slide. "Padre, have you been under any stress that could have caused the attack?" He asked.

Father Dominic shook his head, and Jesse continued. "Heart problems could run through the family. I'll have to check on that... But-"

"Oh my God, Father D..." We heard at the door as a young boy walked in. He looked about 16, with brown hair and brown eyes. He was tall and built to be considered a hottie, probably a student at the Mission.

He took a spot at his side, next to me aswell. "Susannah, Jesse. This is Alex Jackson. He's a student... and fellow mediator." Father Dominic told us calmly. Alex looked as if he'd just swallowed a bug.

"Ya'll are mediators too?" He asked us in a deep southern accent.

"Yeah, we are." I told him, before turning to Father Dominic. "You didn't tell us you had a new Mediator to deal with."

Alex answered instead. "I just moved here from South Carolina a couple of weeks ago."

"I think we should let Father Dominic rest. We can talk some more in my office." Jesse suggested. After we all said goodbye to Father Dom, Jesse, Alex, and me left and headed towards Jesse's office.

Alex couldn't talk for long because he had snuck out of school during lunch to see how Father Dom was doing. I figured that I would be nice and let him eat my Subway, considering that the smell was nauseating me enough to only let me eat some saltines that I always kept handy in my purse. He explained how his Mother and Father were also mediators and that his Father had to move them here because of business.

The thought never occurred to me until then: What if our children were Mediators? That would be an added difficulty.

We decided to exchange phone numbers with Alex. We would probably be chatting with them a lot about the wonderful world of Mediating. After he left, I realized it was time for me to get back to work.

"I should get going too..." I told Jesse as I stood up.

He got up too. "Thanks for lunch, even though we didn't get around to it until 20 minutes ago." Jesse said with a small smirk.

"Call me with an update with Father Dom." I told him, before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Of course." He told me. "I love you."

"I love you too. See you at home." I told him before I shut the door.

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