Authors note, Greetings People! Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukah! And Happy Holidays! I came up with a swell idea for this chapter! This'll be like the second or third to last chapter. So enjoy and review!
Diana was in a bad mood. A very bad mood, she had blackmailed her way down to the shooting range in her work clothes. She had tracked Sanderson down after a short amount of time. When she found the ranking Delta she had walked right up to him and jabbed her finger in his chest, "We need to talk!"
The looks that passed between the two other men, Deltas, who Sanderson had been talking with were hardly concealed. Both men knew Diana and gave her a smile when her glare pierced through the men.
Unsure whether he was angry or not Sanderson followed Diana, he followed her away from the range and into the building. Which was almost completely empty. She drug him further into the building by his sleeve.
"Diana…what is wrong? Why are you so upset?"
Only when she had found an empty conference room, and had shoved Sanderson in and closed the door behind him did she speak. She turned to face him with the door at her back, "We have a problem."
At the word problem, Sanderson sighed, he ran a hand through his hair, "Which kid did what?"
Diana crossed her arms, "The kids didn't do anything."
At that Sanderson was confused, he thought about her question. "Am I in trouble?"
She pursed her lips and glared in response.
"Ok. You are really angry…and I am very confused…what did I do or not do?"
Diana hesitated and then looked around the simple room. The empty chairs, clean tables and blank dry erase boards. When she looked back at Sanderson's confused and worried face. When she spoke her words came out emotion choked, "I'm pregnant."
It felt as if someone had punched him right in the stomach. Sanderson swore he might fall to his knees, he choked out, "What?"
She fought back tears, "I'm pregnant."
Unable to speak as he processed the words. His mouth went dry and he felt sick, "Pregnant?"
Diana nodded and held herself, "Yeah."
"I…I thought you were on the pill."
"I thought you had a vasectomy."
"I was pregnant when Hoot…died and, well, I never planned on having sex again for a very long time."
Sanderson fell down on the table behind him, "Same here, the…procedure was scheduled the week after she was k…died. So, I didn't see the purpose."
Diana let out a shaky breath and fell against the door, "So we had unprotected sex."
"Once," Sanderson winced, he then ran his hands through his hair and softly whispered, "Oh my God, you're pregnant, I got you pregnant."
Diana closed her eyes and let her head hit the back of the door.
When it finally hit Sanderson he told her, "We have to get married."
Diana shook her head, "We can't afford to get married. We can't afford to loose my widow's benefits and the college money for my three. We'd go under."
He began to argue but realized she was right.
"What are we going to do?"
He shook his head and looked at her, "I have no idea. How far along are you?"
A shocked look crossed her face.
"Not that, I am not thinking about that…I was thinking about maternity leave."
Diana shook her head, "I just started I'll have to ask. I'll probably have to work till the seventh or eighth month."
"How far along are you?" He asked her again, gently.
"A few weeks. Just under a month. I missed my period this month."
Sanderson looked closely at her and saw the fear in her face. With a inward sigh he stood and walked over to her, when she looked up, surprised, he softly told her, "Diana, you're already pregnant, what's the harm if I touch you?"
A smile came over her face, "I know. But, God, I never ever thought I'd be pregnant again, especially not like this, not so soon." She looked up into his blue eyes and softly added, "Think of the gossip. Once people find out about this, so soon, it'll look bad."
Sanderson ran his hands along her arms and softly kissed her lips. "Lets just worry about the five people in our house first. We still have a few months until you start to show."
She was silent in thought which bothered him, Diana was usually vocal, especially when she was pregnant, more so when she was pregnant.
"When is the first Doctor's Appointment?"
Her eyes thought about his question, "I haven't made one yet. I just found out."
"Well I want to come, so tell me when you make one."
She nodded, "Ok."
Able to tell just how she felt, he felt the same, he took her face in his hands and whispered, "It'll be ok. Somehow it always works out Diana."
She fell against his chest, "I'm terrified Jeff."
Sanderson lifted his hand and began to rub her back, "You've had three children before, I'll be right with you in the delivery room. I'll be right there with you."
"It's not that."
He put his chin on the top of her head, "Well, what is it?"
Against his chest she whispered, "I love you. I didn't think I would ever love someone again. Before today it was still almost…shaky. But now I'm pregnant and it's serious."
"I know…everything is moving really fast."
Diana nodded, she looked up at Sanderson, "Hoot and I dated for three years. You and Humera waited five years before you had kids. We haven't even gone out on a date yet. I don't want to screw…this up. I'm pregnant, what happens if we mess this up?"
He shook his head and stroked her face, "No. Diana, I won't let anything happen between us, between your children, my children, and this new one, by the time they are all in college we can get married."
Unsure whether to be amused or horrified, Diana held his eyes, "Raising our children is going to be the dating?"
Sanderson shrugged, "Why not? This child will be like a…first date."
The First Date….
The sound of silence filled the house , which made Sanderson very paranoid. He lay in bed and listened to the silence that came from the hall and the baby monitor on the pillow by his head.
The only sounds came from the rain hitting the window, and Diana, who lay where she had collapsed, on top of him.
Sanderson lay still, perfectly still, and watched her sleep.
His fingers drew circles on her naked back. Along the warm soft skin. He played with her hair and counted her breath. Slowly his fingers walked between her shoulders, along her back, until she slowly woke up. Sanderson watched her teal green eyes flutter open. She stretched out against him, slowly.
It was both wonderful and torture as Sanderson savored every last second.
He watched as she woke up. His fingers traced along her cheek and pulled the strands of hair from her face. He kissed her cheek, her lips, and then her temple and her lips again.
Diana woke completely and laid her head on his chest.
"Do you hear that," he asked.
Confused, Diana listened, "No."
"Its silent."
Diana narrowed her eyes and listened, "The kids are all drugged off Nyquil and Benadryl."
"How much longer of this drug induced silence do we get?"
Diana lifted her head and her hair fell down in a curtain around her, she looked at the clock and muttered, "Three hours? Maybe?"
Amazed at the simple sensual motion, he ran his fingers through her hair and decided against speaking. He leaned up and kissed her, deeply. A soft kiss was not enough, he deepened it until she began to touch him again. Not simple soft touches or even desperate needy touches. Diana's hand fell on his chest and ran down low, past his stomach and lower as she pushed him back down on the bed.
She straddled his stomach and kissed him even deeper. Slower, until his hands fell upon her thighs, pulling her back, closer to him.