Three months passed. The honeymoon was fantastic, with two weeks in Paris that they needed more than anything. They barely left the hotel room, and when they did, the sights of the French city were breathtaking. And most importantly, neither of their plane journeys ended in a crash. They were able to have time to themselves, not wondering what they were going to do that weekend, not worrying about work and money, simply just being together, and loving every second of it.

One morning back home, Kate awoke to find Jack playing with the ends of her hair, curling them around his fingers before releasing it and doing the same again. He sat for hours doing it sometimes when she slept.

"Morning." She greeted, her voice think with sleeping.

He kissed her in reply. "Good morning to you too." He said softly. "I love you."

"I love you too." Her stomach groaned, not out of hunger, but it caused an odd stirring which brought an ill expression over her face. This didn't escape Jack's notice.

"Kate?" He asked, "What's the matter?"

The strange sensation seemed to intensify, and she quickly rushed out of bed. Her head span from standing up too quickly, but she managed to reach the bathroom opposite their bed before she collapsed on the floor and vomited into the toilet. Jack pulled on his jeans from the previous day and gathered her bathrobe from the side of the bed where she had left it, and was at her side in seconds. When he found her vomiting, he knelt on the floor beside her, and threaded his fingers through her hair, keeping it out of her way as she leaned forward against the toilet bowl.

After throwing up the contents of her stomach, she sat back against Jack's bare chest, and he let her ruffled hair fall back to her shoulders. He turned to the sink beside them and filled a perfectly placed cup with water and handed it to her. "You all right?" He asked as she sipped from the cup, and he slipped the robe around her shoulders as she began to shake from the sudden body temperature drop she felt.

She shrugged. "I think so." She answered, slightly confused." I didn't feel ill until a few minutes ago."

"Maybe you ate something bad last night," Jack suggested, unable to think of any other reason. She hadn't been drunk last night, so it wasn't a hangover.

"Maybe." She partially agreed. "Unless...no." Then she repeated it, stronger. "No."

"What?" Jack asked.

She shook her head, almost nervously. "Nothing. It's nothing." She took a longer drink and then looked at the floor.

"Kate," Jack said with an easing smile. "Don't try the 'nothing' trick with me. I can see right through it now."

She smirked at him. "You know me too well."

"That's what comes from spending so much time together on a deserted island." He reached out an took her hand, running his thumb across the wedding ring upon her finger. "So?"

"So what?" She asked.

"What was this 'unless' all about?"

She looked around the room uncertainly. "I'm not certain, so don't get your hopes up again." She told him first.

"Again?" Jack asked.

"Jack, my period was due two weeks ago." She said suddenly. "and the month before completely skipped, so I'm about six weeks late now."

Jack's eyebrows almost shot through the ceiling, had she not been feeling the same way, she probably would have laughed.

"Everything's been crazy at the moment at work, so it could be down to stress. But now I've been ill a couple of times, and there's definitely something different in my mind. I'm thinking differently, if that makes sense." She looked up at him. "I think I might be pregnant."

That afternoon, Jack and Kate sat side by side on the bed. She had been to buy the test that morning, and they had waited until Jack's mother had left after lunch to do it. It was the longest three minutes of their lives. They had left the test on the bedside table to Kate's right, not wanting to even see a peek of it until it was clear. Now the pair were sitting nervously together. Immediately after they had sat down, Kate had found his hand and gripped it tightly.

"This is it." She said anxiously. "Scared."

"Terrified." He replied with a smile.

"Has it been three minutes yet?" She asked him.

He shook his head without looking at his watch. "Nowhere near." He said, Kate sighed. "It's weird." He continued. "For the past month, we might have been parents, and we haven't known it.

Kate thought this over. She had hoped from the day her first period didn't arrive that she was pregnant, yet her and Jack had had too many let downs now for her to be excited more than scared. The first time, was on the island, she had stolen the last remaining test from Sawyer's luggage. It had been positive, and three weeks later, she had lost the baby, sending her through a breakdown in which she almost gave up all together. The second, third, and fourth times had all been negative.

"You know," She said, with a glimmer of hope spreading over her face. "I think we might do it this time."

"Me too." He agreed. He placed his free hand over their clasped ones and gripped them tightly. They sat in silence for a while, and then after a while, Jack looked at his watch. "It's time." He told her softly.

She took a deep breath, and reached over to the bedside table, picking up the test in her hands. She closed her eyes as she held it before her, and then pushed it towards him. "No, I can't do it. You look."

"You look." He said, shaking his head.

"You do it. I can't bear to look at another negative one."

"Neither can I." They looked at each other. "We'll do it together." Jack said.

Kate nodded, and together, they looked down at the pregnancy test. She let out a choked laugh.

"It's pink." She said with a smile, her hand coming over her mouth. "Jack…it's pink. It's pink." She repeated over and over again.

"It's pink." He said, with his own smile.

"We did it, Jack!" Kate cried, throwing her arms around his neck as his hands came around to her waist. "We're gonna have a baby!"