Author's Note: I am sooo happy with all the responses and reviews I'm getting! Thank you all so much and I beg you to stick with me here. I'm overwhelmed by the support you're all showing, so thanks so much!

For anyone who cares, while my mom was pregnant with me, she craved fried green apples with maple syrup and bacon. Now I don't like green apples, maple syrup, or bacon. Go figure.

I also got more anonymous reviews on last chapter than I ever have (four…impressive, usually I only get, like, one, if that), so here are the responses to those:

To Your Spell-Binding Lover: The Pink Panther joke is so junior high band teacher, I'll admit. Keep reading to find out whether the first part of your review is correct or not…

To Heather: Yeah, actually they did, once. Reread the end of Chapter Eight, that's my subtle way of telling y'all that they finally hooked up! Trust me, I'd never put Sara with another man. I'm a diehard Snickers fan!

To Snicker: Or is she? Dun dun duuuunnnn…Keep reading and reviewing and I'll keep writing!

To jd: Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked the part about Warrick. I suck at writing wedding vows, so we'll see what happens…

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: Io fare non proprio lo, Io non creare lo, e Io bisogno Giorgio disperatamente.

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Nick stood at the stove, sautéing some sliced green apples. He was thinking about what had happened in the bathroom. He'd seen his sisters like this thirty times, and his sister-in-law like this five times. Now he was freaking out a bit, trying to grasp the possibility.

When he heard Sara coming down the hall, he looked over at her, smiling as a greeting.

"Are you sure you want bacon?" he asked.

"Yeah. It's the strangest thing. I'm a vegetarian," she replied, but she didn't really seem stressed or even curious about the craving.

"Way to state the obvious," he jabbed, as she then swatted him playfully on the arm.

Nick put the now finished apples on a plate and brought it over to the table, turning back to the stove to start on the bacon.

When that was done, Nick sat down across from Sara, intent on asking her what he'd been thinking about in the bathroom. His voice froze as he realized what he was about to ask. Finally, he managed to squeak out, "Sara?"

"Mmhmm?" she answered, mouth full of bacon.

"Ummm, are you…well, did I…are we…" he stuttered. It seemed to him that every time he wanted to ask her something important, they were eating and he couldn't get the words out.

She laughed and said, "Nick, just spit it out." The timing of her phrase was ironic because at that exact moment, a piece of bacon decided to be sent like a miniature ballistic missile towards Nick. He just closed his eyes on impact, making a face before wiping it off.

Nick took a deep breath. "Are you pregnant?"

Silence filled the room.

She sighed. "I don't know."

More silence.

"When will you know for sure?" he asked nervously.

Looking up as though calculating, she answered, "In five days."

Five days, Nick thought. I can get through five days…I think.

She smirked at him. "I know it'll seem like an eternity. I can take a test if you want."

Exhaling sharply, he thought for a moment.

"You don't have to answer that. You and I both know that we want to take a test."

He nodded vigorously, but he couldn't resist a little humour. "But you'll be the one taking the test, not me."

She rolled her eyes. "We'll pick one up after work."

"Speaking of which," Nick pointed out, glancing at the clock on the stove.

"Yeah," Sara said. "Let's get moving."

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Driving in Sara's Denali, they were now discussing their wedding, finally. It was also the first time in a long time Sara had driven anywhere with Nick.

"Do you want to have it here or somewhere else?" Nick asked.

"Well, I don't really have anyone here to come, so why don't we have it in Texas?" she suggested.

He beamed. He was glad that she'd thought of Texas. Of course, it would mean having to face his father again for the first time since his kidnapping, but he decided to ignore that fact for a while and be happy about being Sara's fiancé.

"Sounds awesome. When do you want to have it?" he asked.

"Well, I was thinking that it kind of depends on if I'm pregnant or not. I don't want to look like a blimp, but I don't want to rush it and elope next week either. If I'm not pregnant, then I guess we can just plan until it's perfect."

"I was thinking the same thing," Nick confessed. "Not the part about you being a blimp, I just meant that I don't want to rush it," he added hastily. Tilting his head to the side, as though something had just occurred to him, he asked, "Why don't you want to elope next week? We still have a bit of time. Warrick said that he'd heard of this really good drive-through chapel, and it's on the way to the lab."

(Author's Note: Sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to remind you that I made Warrick unmarried. This is just a stab at him for marrying Tina. Okay, back to the story.)

"A drive-through chapel? Are you serious? Who on earth would want to go to a drive-through chapel?" she asked incredulously.

"Relax, Sara, I'm kidding. And I guess, technically, you don't go to a drive-through chapel, you go through it," he joked.

"True," she acknowledged. "One more thing. I don't really want a big wedding."

"You don't?" he asked, a bit surprised. All of his sisters had had really splashy weddings. Now he laughed.

"What's so funny?" she demanded a bit angrily, thinking that he was laughing at her for not wanting a big wedding.

"Well, my mom came from a big family, and my dad came from a big family, and they had a big family, and all of my family married people with big families, and now they all have big families…you're kind of stuck with a big wedding, even if we only invite my siblings and their kids. Which we kind of have to."

She licked her lips, thinking. "Suddenly, that drive-through chapel is sounding very appealing."

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Author's Note: I am so excited about next chapter! (Of course, I haven't written it yet, so maybe it'll be Chapter Fourteen that I'm actually excited about, or maybe even Chapter Fifteen.) But the point is, don't worry, there will eventually be something to be excited about!