A/N- Hey guys! Kait here with my second of three chapters! Hope you liked the last one (and this one, too)!

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

(Title-Welcome Home)

The rest of our honeymoon was amazing. We had the greatest two months in Hawaii and when it was time to leave, I didn't think I would be able to part with paradise.

"Come on, Marky. Can't we just stay one more night? Please?" I rubbed up against him. "We can use the Jacuzzi one last time," I whispered in his ear. The look on his face was priceless.

He pulled me into a tight hug, stroking my head. "I know, sweetie. Believe me, Mar, I don't want to go, either, but our plane tickets are non-refundable. Maybe we can come back next year for our anniversary. How's that sound?" he asked.

I sighed. "Okay," I smiled. We took one last look around the suite and then headed out.

The plane ride was very long, but I was kept entertained the whole time. We watched movie after movie after movie, ate lunch and dinner, and then fell asleep. When we landed, Mark shook me awake again. He kissed my forehead and whispered, "We're home."

I opened my eyes and smiled at him. We got all of our things and headed into the airport. When we walked out we were greeted by our family.

"MARK! MARY! YOU'RE HOME!" Maureen screamed as she ran over to hug us both. Roger, Mimi, and Joanne came over, too, but they couldn't even get to us since Maureen was in 'death-grip' mode.

"Maureen…we…can't…breathe," I said, gasping for air as she hugged me.

Joanne came over and helped. She took Maureen off of us and we caught up with our breathing. We each hugged Roger, Mimi, and Joanne and started to tell them all about our honeymoon. Mark fell behind us a little bit and walked with Roger. Mimi, Maureen, Joanne and I walked ahead of them as I told them all the details.

"Aw, it sounds like you guys had so much fun. I've always wanted to go to Hawaii," Mimi said.

"Was it really as beautiful as all the pictures we've seen?" Joanne asked.

I nodded. "It's even better, Jo."

"Okay, okay, okay. It was beautiful, we got that. How was the sex?" Maureen asked.

"Honeybear!" Joanne exclaimed, slapping Maureen's arm playfully. Mimi started to crack up. I smiled at her.

"It's okay, Jo. Maureen, it was amazing. We had a Jacuzzi in the bathroom and a California king sized bed. I don't think I've ever seen a bigger bed in my life! Not that I'm complaining," I told them with a smile. The four of us continued walking to baggage claim. I wondered what Mark and Roger were talking about.

"So, how was it?" Roger asked.

"It was great. So romantic. I took tons of pictures of the beach and the resort and, oh, I developed some. Let me find them." He looked in his coat pocket. "Here they—." He was cut off.

"That's not what I meant. How was the sex?" Roger asked.

Mark laughed. "Oh, how was that? It was amazing. We had a California King sized bed. Have you ever seen one of those? It's fucking huge! And we had a Jacuzzi in the bathroom that didn't get much rest for the past two months," he said with a smile.

Three minutes later, we reached baggage claim. We picked up our suitcases and got three cabs to bring us home. Mark and I were in one, Mimi and Roger in the second, and Maureen and Joanne in the third. Remarkably, the cabs remained right behind each other throughout the entire ride back to the loft. When we reached it, Maureen, Joanne, Mimi, and Roger raced upstairs.

Mark and I laughed. "Thanks for the help, guys," Mark said, sarcastically.

I laughed again. "I wonder what they're up to," I smiled at him. We grabbed our suitcases and walked up the many flights of stairs to the loft. We opened the door. A 'WELCOME HOME' banner was strung across the window. There were balloons everywhere and we were greeted, once again, by our friends.

"WELCOME HOME, UHH, AGAIN!" Roger yelled, blowing a party horn. Mimi, Maureen, and Joanne followed suit. Pretty soon the six of us were sitting on the couch or floor, party hats on our heads, and eating pizza and drinking Stoli.

While everyone else was on their third or fourth drink, I was still finishing my first. I had a terrible stomach ache and I felt nauseous.

Maureen poured herself another drink and complained about how there no more Stoli was left. She got over it, though. She raised her glass and gave a toast. "To Mary and Markyyyyyyyyy! May your mar…mar…marriage-I got it!-last foreber." Her words were jumbled and slurred.

Mark and I laughed. "Thanks, Mo," Mark said.

"Aw. Thanks, honey. That was real-," I hiccupped, feeling the bile rise in my throat. I shot up and ran to the bathroom, emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Mark followed me and held my hair back as I vomited. When I finished, I flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth.

"Thanks, honey," I said to him.

"No problem. Are you okay?" he wondered.

"I don't know. I didn't even finish my first drink and I'm throwing up already. This can't be right. I've had a stomach ache for the past two hours and I feel really nauseous. I think I'm just going to lie down, okay?" I told him.

"Okay, sweetie. I'll help you get into bed." He brought me into our room and tucked me into bed. He placed a glass of water on my nightstand and a bucket on the floor, just in case I got sick again. He kissed my forehead. "Feel better, Mary. I love you."

"Thanks, I love you, too," I said. He shut the door. I could hear him telling everyone else what had happened. They probably won't remember in the morning, though. They were pretty buzzed.

That night I couldn't sleep. I felt nauseous all night long and Mark could sense that something was wrong with me from the start. The next morning I woke up and immediately went to the bathroom to throw up again. And again. And again.

"Mark!" I yelled from the bathroom.

"Yes?" he asked as he ran to me.

"Something's wrong. I can't stop throwing up," I told him.

We thought about what could possibly be wrong with me. Then it hit me.

"Um, Mark? Could I be pregnant?" His icy blue eyes shot open.

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