A/N: Guess who's back from almost dying? It's everyone's second least favourite person next to Donald Trump... ME! Thanks to medicine doing its job and my loving boyfriend, I'm back online and ready to continue this story! This chapter is less about the pregnancy and more about their life. Guest appearance by DJ's animal friends.

- XOXO Kimiko

Gwen was released from the hospital around 7 that morning, the exhausted couple drove home planning to get some sleep. Duncan had called in to work sick earlier on so he had the whole day off to do whatever, Gwen spent most of her days sleeping already but there was no harm in getting more. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh… I need coffee…" Gwen whined.

Duncan winced and patted her on the back. "I know I know, 5 more months babe." he reminded her.

"But I want it nooooow."

"Quiet! Drink decaf if you're so miserable." Being in a loud, dirty, busy hospital for 3 hours had managed to give him a headache and he didn't want to hear Gwen complain right now.

DJ walked downstairs into the common room and yawned. His eyes caught Duncan and Gwen stumbling through the front door with bags under their eyes. "Yo, where'd you guys go last night?" he asked.

"Hospital." Duncan answered as he plunked down onto the couch. "Where's the Tylenol?"

DJ tossed him the bottle from the kitchen, "You need coffee?"

Duncan unscrewed the cap downed two pills, "Mm..." he nodded, wincing as the pounding in his head increased, he didn't even feel like thinking right now.

"I'll take a decaf!" Gwen called from upstairs.

"Pipe down woman people have headaches here!" The punk shouted.

DJ's eyes widened, "Woah, Duncan! Don't talk to your girlfriend like that!" It was surprising to hear him sound this aggressive, especially towards Gwen. Perhaps this was just the lack of sleep though, his girlfriend Adoline was grouchy in the morning too, that was his best guess. If that wasn't it perhaps it was nicotine withdrawal. "Have you been smoking lately?"

Duncan flung himself backwards into the soft cushions, "No. Besides the headache I don't even know why I'm angry." he admitted. "Probably just tired."

"Still, don't take it out on Gwen." DJ reminded him.

"Whatever…" Duncan felt around the couch for the remote, once he found it, he switched on the TV and chose a light comedy, he wasn't in the mood to focus too hard on anything. A little while later he could hear several stray cats meowing outside, DJ usually gave them breakfast but since Duncan was closer to the door, he got up and grabbed the large bag of cat food to give to them.

"Prroaw?" The felines seemed confused when a smaller man came outside with their meal, but quickly realized he wasn't going to harm them.

He put the bowls down and smiled as a grey tabby named Reggie brushed his head against Duncan's pant leg. "Well at least someone likes me." In the corner of the yard was a shy black cat, she didn't know what to think of Duncan yet. Suddenly he heard a weak, high pitched noise coming from underneath the wooden doorstep. He thought it was a mouse but then it started getting louder. He turned on his phone flashlight and took a look under the steps to see a small shivering figure covered in brown matted fur. "Is that…?"

…

Duncan ran inside holding the little shaky furball in his arms, "Guys help!" he called.

Gwen and Geoff ran downstairs. "What? What is it?" Geoff asked. He looked at the thing in Duncan's arms and did a double take. "Dude! Is that a puppy?"

"I'll call a vet." Said Gwen as she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

Duncan was panicking over the poor little canine, despite being an ex con he hated seeing animals in pain. "What the hell do we do? She's freezing!"

Bridgette leaned over the upstairs railing to see what was going on, "Oh my gosh, I'll go get some blankets!"

…

A veterinarian arrived at the house within the hour and took a look at the dog. According to his findings, she was a 2 month old ryukyu puppy.

Duncan was visibly confused, "Ryukyu? I've never heard of them."

Gwen pulled up her phone, "Wikipedia says there's only about 400 purebreds in the world." she told them as she scrolled through the website. "Woah, some are worth $700,000."

"Wow… I thought she was a mutt." Duncan admitted as he looked at the puppy. "Not that it would make you any less cute." he said as he rubbed the puppy's head, she wagged her tail happily and lifted her head to lick Duncan's cheek. Originally he had planned on giving the puppy up for adoption, but within an hour he had become attached to her. "Gwen I'm keeping her." He demanded.

Gwen smirked, "Doesn't take you too long to fall in love."

"It's a puppy! Of course I'd love it." Duncan defended.

Gwen laughed, she remembered how when they were on the break between Action and World Tour Duncan would often come to visit her. It was a shortish subway trip from where he lived. Every time he opened the door, Gwen's Samoyed Mumbles would jump all over Duncan, licking his face and wagging his fluffy tail. Duncan loved every second of it, he was quite the puppy person. "Well then," Gwen started, "I guess she needs a name."

The couple looked at the dog and back at each other, "Rosie." they decided in unison.

Duncan kissed Gwen's forehead. Whether they realized it or not, Duncan and Gwen always had similar minds. Even if things were a bit adverse sometimes they really did love each other and would always come to compromise. To think not 5 years ago, Gwen was laying in her own bed crying and thinking about how much she hated him, but she didn't, she was just jealous that he wasn't paying attention to her. At the same time, Gwen hadn't been paying attention to him either. Since then they had both matured, and they realized that they couldn't always pay attention to each other, but both agreed to try.

Gwen picked up little Rosie and looked her in the eyes, "Rosie, lemme tell you a secret, you're gonna be a big sister soon." she told the puppy, "Welcome to our family."