A/N: Sorry I've been MIA guys. I have been in the hospital. But I'm back now and hopefully will be able to update regularly. I didn't want to update it with an author's note because I didn't want you guys to see an update and then be disappointed that it was only an author's note. That ticks me off more than you will ever know. Also, I'm thinking about starting another story so be on the lookout for that. This isn't a long chapter but were you really expecting one? Anyways, back to the story.

"Well what do you think it could be that's making you sick then?" Jack asked, starting to become concerned. Suddenly, it all clicked. "Are you having another baby?"

"I think so." Elizabeth said, nodding. As excited as she was at the prospect of having another child, she didn't know if she was ready to handle three children.

"That's amazing!" Jack beamed. His smile faded though, when he noticed her expression. "You're not happy?" He asked.

"No, I am. I'm extremely happy. It's just, how are we gonna handle three little ones?" She asked.

"Hey, listen to me." Jack said, wrapping her small frame in his arms from behind. "If there is another little baby in there," he rubbed her flat stomach. "Then you will be the best mother of three Hope Valley has ever seen. And we will have three beautiful amazing children." Elizabeth nodded in agreement, still looking a bit queasy. "And remember, you are not alone. You have me, Abigail, Clara, Faith. And I just know Patrick and Lily will be the absolute best big brother and sister in the world." That seemed to quell her worries a bit more. She turned to face him.

"How do you always know just what to say?" Elizabeth smiled and wrapped her arms around her husband's middle.

The two left the bathroom and went to check on Patrick and Lily. As they entered their babies' room, they saw the two babbling to one another, almost as if they were having their own little conversation.

"Jack look at them." Elizabeth said. "I definitely wouldn't mind adding another sweet little baby like these two to the mix." Jack looked at Elizabeth with nothing but absolute adoration.

"Me neither." He kissed the top of her head. He headed to the bedroom to change out of his serge and into something more comfortable.

They headed in to the living room. Jack sat down on the sofa and Elizabeth laid next to him with her head on his lap. As he brushed her hair with his fingers, he wondered what life would be like with three children all under two years old. He knew it would probably be hectic ninety percent of the time but it would all be worth it to love his family the way he imagined.

"So we might be having three children soon, huh?" He asked.

"I suppose so." She said.

"What do you think that would be like?" He questioned.

"It would definitely be chaotic will all of them being so little but I just know it would be amazing." She responded. He leaned down and kissed her lips.

"I was thinking the same thing." He replied.

The next day, Elizabeth went back to Carson to see if she was indeed pregnant.

"Elizabeth, it's good to see you. What brings you in today?" Carson asked.

"Well Carson, I think I might be expecting again. I was wondering if you could confirm it. I've been experiencing a lot of the same symptoms as last time."

"Sure, I'd be happy to check for you. If you will just lie on your back on this table for me.

After Elizabeth had left Carson's, she headed off towards the jail to tell her husband the news. However, when she arrived, he was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands.

"Sweetheart?" She asked, walking over to him. "What's wrong?" He looked up and she saw the tears that were threatening to spill and immediately thought the worst. "Do you have to leave again?" He shook his head no. "Then what is it?" She asked, moving a bit closer. It was only then that she realized that there was an open letter sitting next to him.

"Read it." He said quietly.

Dear Jack,

I wanted you to hear this from me personally before you received a generic telegram. We have caught Lincoln Marshall. I know it's been a tough fifteen years for you but he will finally be brought to justice. I know you haven't stopped thinking about finding him but I hope now you will have some peace.

-Joseph Dailey

"I don't understand." Elizabeth said, rubbing his back gently. "Who is Lincoln Marshall?" Jack took a breath and looked at her.

"He's the man who shot and killed my father." He replied, solemnly.

"Oh Jack." Elizabeth wiped one of his fallen tears with the soft pad of her thumb, not even trying to imagine what her husband must be going through.

"I never told you the real reason I became a Mountie." He started, staring into the distance listlessly. "Everyone thinks I became one because my father was one. And while that's partly true, I really became one because I wanted to find this guy and put him away. Before my dad died I wanted to be an artist. After Marshall killed him, I told myself I would not stop until I found him. And now here he is."

"So what do you want to do?" Elizabeth asked, softly.

"Well I'm assuming I'll receive a telegram asking me to testify against him." He paused. "I want nothing more than for him to be behind bars but I don't know if I can see him without losing my whole composure." He explained, the tears falling freely now.

"Well you know that whatever you decide, I will be completely behind you." She bent down and kissed his cheek.

"And that's why I love you so much." He squeezed her hand and gave her a small smile. After a while, he suddenly he remembered why she had come to see him. "So? Are we having another baby?" Elizabeth smiled.

"As a matter of fact, Mr. Thornton, we are." All thoughts of testimonies and criminals instantly vanished from their minds as Jack hugged his wife.

At the end of the day, Jack escorted his wife to their home with their children after picking them up from Julie's house. She had moved there a little over two months ago to help her sister after she had expressed her desire resume teaching. When they got inside, they put Patrick and Lily in their room so they could play while they made dinner.

"So what does my baby have a taste for?" Jack asked, poking her belly.

"Your baby huh?" She smirked. Jack nodded proudly.

"Yes, my baby. That is of course unless you have something to tell me." He said, teasing. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around him and smiled.

"You know I will only ever have your babies Jack Thornton." She kissed him sweetly. "And I think your baby has a taste for shepherd's pie."

"Is that so?" Jack asked, kissing her back.

"Yes it is. But you know what I have a taste for?" She started to pull on his shirt. He shook his head. "Oh I think you do." And with that she pulled him off to the bedroom.