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

Well, I'm bored so I'm gonna do the next chappy.

Thanks to the everyone who reviewed... all your questions will be answered in due time. I'm not ignoring them, but they'll all be answered in later chappys.

On with the chapter!

Jesse's POV

"I refuse to do yoga with Mrs. I-Use-Pregnancy-As-An-Excuse-To-Buy-Clothes Slater..." Susannah said angerly, hanging her new collection of clothes. "She probably doesn't even know what yoga means."

I couldn't help but laugh then, but I instantly regretted it.

"WHAT IS SO FUNNY? Do you THINK it's funny that I have a new pregnancy buddy?" She shouted the last two words like it was poison. Susannah was about to continue, but she let an audible gasp, dropping a shirt and hanger as she put her hand on her stomach.

"What's wrong, Querida?" I said, immediatly rushing to her side as she sat down on the bed.

"I think one of the babies kicked." She responded with a grin. She took my hand and placed it on her belly, saying. "Hold on, I think it'll do it again."

We waited for a few minutes, until I finally felt it.

Words can't describe how I felt when it hit me right then. Susannah was pregnant. With our children. And I just felt one of them move.

"Nombre de Dios..." I said, looking up at her. Her beautiful face, which was filled with anger 5 minutes ago, was now filled with joy. I found it impossible not to close the small gap between us and give her kiss, which she returned. I bent down and kissed her swollen belly before standing up.

"I'm going to start dinner... does Hamburger Helper sound alright?" I asked.

"Sure." She said with a smile that could turn my heart into mush. As I turned around though, I heard a horrible sound. I turned back around to face Susannah only to find her crying.

"I'm so sorry for yelling at you." She told me, reaching for a tissue. "I'm such a horrible wife. None of this is your fault..."

"Oh, Querida..." I said, bending down to her level. "I love you. You are perfect in every way. Your not a horrible wife... A little hormonal at times, but that's not your fault." I added with a smile, tucking some hair behind her hair. "I couldn't ask for a better wife."

Susannah finally smiled."Really?" She asked, to which I nodded. "I love you so much..." She continued, before our lips met.

What started out as a quick peck on the lips slowly evolved into a passionate kiss. Her soft hands began to unbutton my shirt, roaming over my chest, which felt incredible.

Soon enough, I let my hands do some exploring of they're own. Iran my fingers alongthe warm skin on her back, causing her to let out asoft moan. I love knowing that it's a moan for me.

"I guess your not hungry..." I asked with a small smirk.

To which she responded. "Not for food..."

15 weeks later (A/N: I know I'm zooming on , but I'm looking forward to the last 10 weeks... forgive me)

Suze's POV

I woke up in an ambulance. I don't remember how I got there. But that's where I woke up. I looked up at paramedic, fully confused now. I tried to get his attention but the oxygen mask was preventing me from making any sense. He finally heard me mumbling and removed it.

"What the hell is going on!" I shouted.

"Don't worry, Mrs. de Silva. We'll get to your husband shortly." He said as he began to check my blood preasure. I tried my best to relax, but the damn siren was only adding to my headache.

A couple minutes later, the door opened. I wasn't too surprised to find Jesse jumping in the ambulance.

"Jesse, what's going on? Are the babies ok?" I asked. If I wasn't scared before, I was terrified now.

"I'm sure they're fine." He told me, squeezing my hand as I was taken out of the ambulance. "You fainted at work and hit your head..."

I unconciously reached up to my forehead and felt a bandaid. That explained the pounding headache.

"Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal, but your pregnant and this is a symptom for some pregnancy related problems. So, we're just going to check." I was finally wheeled into my own room, where Jesse excused the other nurses and proceeded to check my blood pressure. I couldn't help but notice that his hand was trembling slightly.

"Jesse, relax... It's just like when we play doctor at home... only was have clothes on." I added with with a suggestive smirk.

He blushed an adorable shade of crimson. "Well, I'm afraid it's much different now, Querida..." He told me before the blood pressure machine beeped and the air came out of the arm band, allowing me to have feeling in my fingers.

"Nombre de Dios, that's high..." He said, now even more worried. I was getting worried as well, but I knew that if I showed it, it would worry him more. Plus, my head couldn't handle worry with this killer headache.

"Jesse..." I said, taking his hand a looking him in the eye. "Everything will be ok." I told him. "I love you, and we'll get throughwhatever this istogether."

He smiled, pulling me into his arms. "You're right... I love you too." Jesse said, kissing the top of my head and puting a hand on my stomach. "How can you stay so calm?"

"Well, I have the best doctor in all of California taking care of me..." I told him with a smile.

"Querida, I'll need to take a blood test." He told me, pulling away.

"Nu-uh... You know I hate needles..." I told him, giving him a warning look.

He paused for a moment before asking. "Urine sample?"

To which I nodded. "Good thinking... I gotta pee anyway."

End of Chappy 3...

You'll find out what's wrong soon.

But I'm sick and not at the height of the creativity food chain...

But your reviews are welcome!