Slowly things began to fall back into place. They held another wedding which was (thankfully) beautiful and uneventful.

By the fifth month of her pregnancy, Lisa was happily settled into a beautiful house by the coast that Jackson had purchased.

It was one of the first times in her life that Lisa had felt genuinely happy. Everything seemed perfect. Well, except Jackson's career. But he wouldn't leave it, no matter how strongly she begged him, and she didn't feel strong enough to threaten leaving him if he didn't quit. So she did something she usually hated to do. She conformed.

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"Lisa," Jackson called as he entered the hotel. She smiled and stepped out from behind the desk.

"Hey," was all she got in before he kissed her. He pressed her against the desk but she gently pushed him away, giggling girlishly.

"Jackson, I'm working," she laughed. He continued to kiss her neck.

"So?"

She pushed him away and went back to her desk. "Seriously." But she smiled.

He raised his eyebrows. "We'll finish this."

Lisa grinned. "I'll hold you to that."

Cynthia pushed past, obviously in a bad mood. "Ugh, you guys are disgusting."

Jackson frowned at her retreating back. "Uh...what's her problem?"

"I don't know," Lisa sighed. "She broke up with Adam, I think."

"Oh," Jackson leaned his elbows on the desk. "Anyway, I dropped by to tell you something."

"Which is?"

"I...have to leave," he scowled. "Unfortunately."

Lisa sighed, disappointed. "Where?"

Jackson paused.

"Jackson, you promised," Lisa scolded.

"I know, I know," he said defensively. "Boston."

"Boston?" Lisa wrinkled her nose. "For how long?"

"A week," he ran a hand through his hair. "I have to meet with a client who can't fly into Miami. Don't hate me."

"Hm, I'm tempted to," she grumbled but then cracked a weak smile. "But thanks for telling me."

"Yup," he grinned back. "So I catch my flight in two hours so I'm afraid we can't finish our discussion. Unless..." he smirked at her.

"Unless what?" she teased.

"Lunch break?"

"Yeah, but I don't think I'll be eating."

Lisa knocked loudly on her father's door and stepped back, letting Jackson's arm encircle her waist.

"Jesus, this feels like de ja vu," he grumbled. She squeezed his hand.

"Don't go in with a negative attitude. If you do, only bad things can happen," she quoted cheerfully.

"Okay, Piper Cheerleader," he said sarcastically but cracked a smile as the door opened.

"Lisa!" Joe cried, embracing her. Then he released her and regarded Jackson carefully. If Lisa hadn't known better, Lisa would have said Jackson was shaking. It was funny, he could take on lethal assassins but give him an old man half his size and he was terrified. Finally Joe stuck out his hand.

"Jackson," he nodded politely and Lisa felt Jackson release his breath.

"Come in, come in," Joe said warmly. Lisa smiled and led Jackson into the living room.

Joe handed them each a glass of wine as soon as they sat down., Lisa didn't drink it, but Joe didn't notice.

"So, how was the honeymoon?"

"Oh, Ireland was amazing," Lisa marveled. "It was so beautiful, all green and misty. Oh, and funny, too...tell him about the fisherman, Jackson!" She nudged him with her elbow. He looked startled and jumped slightly.

"Oh, um, well, we were eating dinner one night at this restaurant in Dublin and all of a sudden this Irishman runs up to me and begins screaming," Jackson explained. "Shaking his fist, losing his head. Course, I couldn't understand a thing he was saying, so I just keep shrugging until finally a bilingual woman comes up and translates."

"We found out that the man thought Jackson was an old friend he'd had years ago who'd slept with his wife," Lisa laughed. "It took nearly an hour to calm him down and tell him we were American. He was so embarrassed afterwards!"

Joe laughed sincerely. Then he looked at Lisa.

"Leese, you're not drinking. You didn't change your preference again, did you?"

Lisa paused and set her glass down to the table. "No. But I...have to tell you something."

"Be my guest."

Lisa plastered a cheerful grin on her face. "I'm pregnant."

She was utterly shocked by his reaction. He lept up and first hugged her, then Jackson.

"Leese, that's great!" he cried. "It's about time, you know!"

"Dad, I'm only twenty-seven," Lisa laughed as Jackson replaced his jaw back to its normal position.

"Yeah, but..." he shrugged and just beamed. Then he looked at Jackson.

"So, I guess I'm going to have to start trusting you, eh?"

"Guess so."

There was a long silence that involved Joe staring strongly at Jackson. Finally his expression softened and he patted Jackson on the back.

"Welcome to the family, son."