Murphy found himself gripping the back of Mary's seat so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His blue eyes had gone icy and his mouth set in a straight line. "Yer pregnant," he repeated in a low voice. Closing his eyes he turned his head slightly and asked, "what about Sara?"

"Sara," Mary scrunched up her face. "She's not pregnant."

"Oh god." Murphy let go of the chair and turned to face forward in his seat grasping the steering wheel. "The test in her bag, that wasn't for her. It was for you." The possibility of Mary being pregnant had never even crossed his mind. How could he have missed it?

"You knew about the test?"

"Aye. But none of that is really important right now." Murphy forced himself to relax. He was no good to Mary, let alone himself, wound up so tightly. He stiffened slightly when he felt Mary place her hand on his forearm. He looked at her tired face and felt an overwhelming wave of love wash over him. He pulled her into his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder and running his fingers through her red curls. "I'm so sorry ya had to go through the finding out alone. But I'm here now."

Mary clutched at his shirt with desperate fingers. "You're not mad?"

"Surprised, scared, unprepared, and more than a little confused. But no, I'm not mad. I'm just relieved that yer okay." He pressed his lips against her forehead. "I love ya and I don't ever want ya to keep something this big from me ever again."

"I'm so sorry." Mary felt herself breaking down, filled with relief. A stray tear escaped and ran down across her check. Murphy thumbed it away.

"Don't be sorry, this isn't anyone's fault. It's just something that happened and we are gonna make the best of it. We're gonna make it work."

Mary wrapped her arms around Murphy's neck and placed her mouth against his, kissing him with quivering lips.

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Sara sat on the sofa and stared blankly at the television. Connor came in from the kitchen and sat next to her, pushing a steaming hot cup of coffee into her hands.

"Ya alright?"

"Just worried. I was hoping that they would be back by now, or at least called."

"I'm sure their fine."

Sara sipped her coffee, hissing as it burnt the roof of her mouth. She set it on the end table and leaned back against Connor's side, his arm comfortably draped across her shoulders. "It's just I saw the way you reacted when you thought I was pregnant, and we both saw the way Murphy reacted when we saw us in bed the morning after we got together."

"He isn't gonna beat her up."

"Connor, when it comes to losing tempers, you and Murphy are different. You tend to steam up like a teapot and then let off a loud whistle when ya can't take anymore. While Murphy on the other hand just kind of explodes."

"Murphy is the biggest ass I know. And aye, he's got a nasty temper to boot. But he doesn't hurt the people he cares about. Trust me I know. He's not just my brother he's my twin. Live with someone for 28 years and ya get to know them pretty well. Whatever happens, whatever he ends up doing, it will be the right thing and the best for the both of them."

Sara reached across Connor's lap, grabbing his other hand and entwining her fingers with his. "And what was the right, and best thing you had planned when you thought it was me pregnant with your baby?"

Connor looked down. "I was gonna ask ya to marry me."

"So certain I'd say yes. Asking someone to marry you just because their pregnant it a bad reason."

"It isn't the best reason, but it isn't always bad."

"It was with my parent's."

"But we're not them. And I wish ya would remember that." Connor unwrapped Sara from his body and stood up.

Sara sighed and followed him into the bedroom. "I'm just saying. I mean it's not like your asking me to marry you now that you know I'm not pregnant."

Connor stopped and turned around so suddenly that Sara almost ran into his chest and forced to step back. He looked her right in the eye. "Let me ask ya this. Do ya want to get married right now, and this has nothing to do with being pregnant or not or even to do with me, just do ya want to get married right now?"

Sara shook her head.

"Do ya want to get married someday?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Could ya possibly see yerself marrying me?"

"Sure. Connor just where is this conversation going?"

"When someday rolls around I'll ask ya and let ya know."

"So you are saying you want to marry me?"

"Aye, just not right now."

"But you were going to ask me because you thought I was pregnant."

"Sara I love ya." Connor pulled her into a hug. "And I'd like to think that marriage might someday be in our future. That I'm not always gonna be a saint, that I'll have a normal life. And if you being pregnant had meant me giving it up sooner rather than later then so be it. I just want to be with you." He dipped his head and kissed her gently, one hand resting lightly on her hip, the other cupping the back of her head.

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Author's Notes: Can I get one big 'ah' from my readers. AH… there we go. I must admit this title seems just a little bit on the cheesy side. But I love it anyways. You know the drill, so I'm not even going to say the ominous R word. Just do it, cause I want to know what you think.