Could it be?

Carries POV:

I walk out of my room clutching my cell phone and half ready for school. I always deliberately put off putting on my school blazer tie and shoes. I am full of mixed feelings right now. I am overjoyed at the success of my plan yesterday, though I am not looking forward to this weekend now, after getting off the phone with my grandfather. Spending this weekend grounded whilst my friends go out is almost unbearable. As I approach the stairs, I see Craig walking out of my mother's bedroom. Actually I guess it will be his and my mother room now, or will be soon. I pick up the pace, though I try to do so ever so quietly.

"Boo" I call out, right behind him, making Craig jump. I can't help but laugh.

"Carrie! You just took ten years off my life." Craig says seriously, but then commences to laugh with me.

"Sorry. It was just too tempting" I admit.

"And I guess I can't scold or ground you yet for scaring me." Craig fakes seriousness.

"Not yet, soon to be step dad. Have you and mom set a date yet?" I am so excited that I actually jump around a little. I just hope they don't want to wait too long.

"Careful Carrie! The stairs are right behind you. I don't want you falling and hurting yourself." Craig warns concerned. I stop bouncing, but my excitement keeps growing. "Your mom and I haven't set a date yet, but we will. I need to ask your grandfather for his permission to marry your mom first."

"Are you scared? Lots of people are still scared of my grandfather, and he is extremely protective of my mom." I inform him. Craig suddenly stops and looks troubled.

"I am sure that it will be alright. Your grandfather is an exceptionally reasonable man"

"Grandpa knows what I did yesterday, obviously. He wants Macie, and I to be punished for skipping school, but at the same time isn't going to tell mom, Uncle Ted or Aunt Lily. So he and grandma are going to ring our parents and request to have Macie and me over this weekend. Mom and Uncle Ted will be getting a call sometime today. Actually did you tell mom, about us going to your office yesterday?" I know that it all worked out brilliantly yesterday, but I know mom would have been furious over me leaving school.

"No, I didn't. Also, you should know that this is the one and only time that I can keep something from your mother for you. I can't lie to her, it almost cost me our relationship." Craig tells me sympathetically and also sternly.

"Trust me, there won't need to be another time."

"So what does your grandfather have in mind for you and Macie?"

"We are probably just going to be grounded. No, going out. No cell phones. No iPad, TV or anything. Grandpa told me on the phone that we are not allowed to do anything this weekend, without his or grandma's permission. "I shrug. Macie and I always have the best time at our grandparent's house, without our iPad and phones. We go swimming, to the beach, have picnics in the meadow, and even go on rides on Charlie tango. Though we both enjoy sitting around and talking to our grandparents. Unfortunately, our grandfather has a tendency to be strict, and he genuinely didn't approve our actions, even though we had admirable intentions and our plan worked out brilliantly. It is an unusual feeling, not wanting to go to my grandparents' house. I seriously hope grandpa doesn't lecture us. He loves us endlessly, but he can get a little hot headed!

"Then, how about next weekend, we all do something together you would like to do? Consider it my way of saying thank you to you, for making me see the need act." Craig offers.

"Can we do anything?" I ask to clarify.

"Sure. Though, with the look on your face, I am starting to get worried" I smile innocently, though I have different scenarios going through my mind. "You need to eat breakfast and finish getting ready for school"

"I know, but where is Mom? She is usually ready for work and eating breakfast by now" I comment.

"Your mom isn't well. She has been sick for the last few hours. I am going to take her some tea and convince her to stay home today. Do you want me to drive you to school today?" Craig offers.

"No, that's okay. If mom is unwell then, you should stay with her. Leighton or Anabel will take me. Are you going to be here for dinner tonight?"

"Yes." Craig confirms.

"You should basically just move in, now. I mean you and mom are going to be married" I reason.

"Your mother and I are actually going to talk to you about that tonight. But yeah, I plan on moving in immediately, as long as it is convenient and not too quick for you. "

"Sounds good. Mom is happier when you are around. Plus, it's more fun with you here!" I reply

"Thanks." Craig puts the hot cup of tea down and looks at me. "Carrie, come here!" I walk toward Craig, and he wraps his arms around me and hugs me tightly.

"Thank you for yesterday. I am looking forward to being your step farther." Craig tells me

"Me too. I am sorry, but I can't call you dad. I know some kids refer to their step fathers as 'dad'. My grandmother did with her step father, but I knew my dad and he was a brilliant man. I just don't think I can call another guy, dad. I still love my dad. Do you understand?" I look up at Craig and check to make sure that I haven't hurt him.

"Most definitely." Craig states confidently.

"I do love the fact that you are going to be my step dad though."

"Me too Angel. Even though I am going to be your step dad, I love you like you are my own little girl. Never ever forget that fact Okay."

"Okay, and I love you too Craig." Craig responds by hugging me tighter. "Hey why is mom sick again?"

"Again?" Craig looks at me confused.

"Yeah. She has been vomiting these past few days." All the color then seems to drain from Craig's face. "You aren't sick too now are you?"

"No, Carrie I am not." Craig then smiles a little and shakes his head. "I better get this tea up to your mom. You need to eat all your breakfast. Knock on the bedroom door before you leave for school, okay"

"Sure"

Phoebe's POV:

I slowly walk out of my bathroom and lie back down on my bed. It is 7:30am and I have spent the last couple of hours, running between my bedroom and bathroom. I don't think there could be anything worse than waking up feeling ill. What did I eat that made me so sick?

Craig returns holding my promised cup of hot tea. He offers me a sympathetic smile as he places it down next to me and walks into the bathroom. He retrieves a small, moist towel, and starts to stroke my face. The cooling effect actually starts to make me feel a little better.

"That feels nice" I offer Craig the best smile I can manage right now.

"Good." Craig then starts to brush the hair off my face. I must look like a horrible sight.

"I guess this is a real test to see if you genuinely want to marry and live with me. 'In sickness and health'. I probably look horrible"

"To be honest, you don't that great..." Craig replies, much to my horror.

"Hey! I am sick! You can't expect me to be looking radiant and ready to go to out for a charity event or ball." I scold harshly. I have no idea why I am feeling so defensive at the moment. I must be hormonal.

"Hey! Let me finish! You have a bit of a habit of cutting people off." Craig disputes. "You don't look the greatest, but you are still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. And yes, in sickness and in health, I will love you and be by your side" Sincerity pours out Craig, and I commence to mellow.

"Nice save! Sorry I snapped, I just don't feel myself!" I then feel an all too familiar feeling in my stomach, and I bolt towards the bathroom. I doubt that I have been this sick ever in my life! After my next bout of being sick, I sit down on the cool tiles of the bathroom. The coolness actually makes me feel a little better. Craig stands at the door and look down at me. His expression is mixed. I can't read him in the slightest!

"Phoebe, how long have you been feeling sick for?" He inquires.

"I don't know. I have just felt off lately to be honest." Craig shakes his head, and the sits next to me on the floor of the bathroom. I lean against him as he wraps one of his arms around me, holding me tight.

"I just saw Carrie downstairs. She is having breakfast and going to finish dressed for school. I offered to drive Carrie to school, but she said the security can drive her and that I should look after you."

"You are not going to go to work?" I ask to clarify.

"No, neither are you." Craig orders. I would normally protest, but I have to agree. The way I am feeling, I won't be going far. Getting downstairs might even be an accomplishment for me today.

"Carrie, also told me that you have been sick lately. A lot actually" Craig informs me. Oh Carrie! You don't have to tell everyone everything all the time!

"I must be eating something that isn't agreeing with me. Maybe I have developed an allergy or something?" I spectacle.

"Or could you…maybe be pregnant?" Craig asks softly and somewhat cautiously. I bolt upright and turn my head to face Craig. Pregnant?

"Pregnant? Why would you think that? I don't... ummm… pregnant?" Why can't I form a proper sentence right now?

"Phoebe, you have been sick lately and tired. Usually you have an outstanding stamina level, but even last night you were struggling to stay awake past eight o'clock." Craig's assessment is right, though I never realized it until he pointed it out.

"I doubt that I am pregnant. I mean, I never got sick with Carrie. Not once, and my energy levels never waned, until the last few weeks. I think I would know if I was pregnant! I am certainly not pregnant" I apprise Craig. My voice is strong and definite. He frowns and his expression changes as he glares at me. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing. It's nothing"

"No, it is something. Tell me"

"It is just that I wouldn't consider you being pregnant as a negative. You are acting as if it would be" Craig admits the cause of his discontent.

"I never said that. I just think I am sick, that is all." I point out. Though I can understand why he would have thought that, considering my fervent statement. Craig grips me a little tighter.

"We should get you to a doctor" Craig states.

"Alright. If you get me my cell phone, then I will be able to ring my doctor. I will see if she is able to get me in today."

As fortune held it, my doctor managed to squeeze me in today, and considering my fiancés current suspicions to the cause of my illness, I requested Craig accompany me.

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"Do you think we have long?" Craig whispers into my ear. I know exactly what he is suggesting. My doctor has just done a battery of tests on me, and I am finally able to put my clothes back on after removing my medical gown.

"No, I don't think we have time" I tell him, putting on my jeans and top.

"Pity." I can't help but laugh at Craig's response and frown.

"However; since we both aren't going to work today, Carrie is at school, and I feel a whole lot better, we could make good use of the next five hours." I propose.

"Deal!" Craig reply's at the same time as my doctor walks into the room.

"Phoebe and Craig, We have some answers" My Doctor states formally and gestures for us to take a seat in front of his desk.

"I have an allergy don't I?" I hypothesize.

"No," My doctor grins. "Phoebe you're pregnant."

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yes, definitely!" My doctor laughs a little. "I can have you sent upstairs immediately to have an ultrasound, and we can determine how far you are along if you like."

"Yes please" Craig responds for us both. I desperately try to catch my breath at the news.

Craig wraps his arm around my waist, and doesn't let go until we get to the radiology. I am instructed to lie down, and a cold gel is squirted on stomach. I expect to see just a blob on the screen, like I did the first time I had an ultrasound with Carrie, but nothing could have prepared us for what appears. The baby is full developed, but the features are a little too well formed for a newly conceived baby.

"How far along am I?" I query

"Twelve weeks" The radiologist informs us.

"What?" Craig and I call out at the same time. Neither of us can believe I am so far along. I am at the end of my first trimester!

"I would suggest that you make an appointment with your obstetrician, though from what I can tell your baby is developing well. Do you want to hear the heart beat?"

"Please!" I reply. The sound of our baby's heartbeat brings tears to face. Here, I was a couple of hours ago thinking that I had a bug or an allergy, and now I discover I am pregnant. Craig and I are pregnant, and we are going to give Carrie a sibling.

Craig and I thank the radiologist for seeing us so quickly and make a beeline for the elevator. Thankfully we are the only people in the elevator as we make our way back to the car park. Craig wraps his arms around me, and starts to kiss me, passionately and lovingly.

"Are you okay with this?" Craig asks.

"Yes. I think it's wonderful. A shock, but brilliant" I reply.

"Me too. This is a dream come true. I don't want to wait too long to marry you. I want to be married before our baby comes along." Craig proposes.

"Me too."

Christian POV:

Ana and I head downstairs to where Macie and Carrie are sitting on the couch. By the looks of them both, they don't seem pleased that the weekend has arrived. Understandable when you consider that they are here to be punished, for skipping school on Monday. We told ted and Phoebe that we wanted to take the girls for the weekend to give them a break. Considering Phoebe in one week has gotten engaged and discovered she is three months pregnant a quite weekend with Craig is defiantly in order. Ted is taking lily away in Charlie tango so they will be busy also.

"Good morning Macie and Carrie" Ana and I greet them both. Both our granddaughters stand up and politely greet us back. At least they haven't forgotten their good manners.

"If you two girls are ready, then we should be heading off. We have a tight flight schedule to meet." I inform them.

"Flight schedule? Grandma and Grandpa are you both going away? Are we staying here alone with security?" Macie inquires.

"Definitely not. You two girls are coming with us. In fact, the purpose of this trip is because of your escapes earlier this week" grandpa tells us.

"So where we going?" Carrie asks.

Authors Note: so many of you guessed correctly that Phoebe was pregnant, but I bet you can't work out where Ana and Christian are taking the girls. There might be some errors in the chapter but I will fix them this weekend. I wanted to post it now for you all. so what do you think is happening next? also do you want me to write about Craig and Phoebes wedding and the birth of the baby? I am just wondering if I should skip it as it has been done before. Let me know what you are thinking.