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"Bad news, ladies – former MODE playboy Daniel Meade is officially off the market. Sources spotted him in London out with girlfriend and budding new EIC of London's Perception, Betty Suarez. Let's just say, to quote Daniel himself that 'love is a fashion that never goes out of style'," Suzuki announced on the latest edition of Fashion Buzz re-airing that morning in London.

Photos of Daniel and Betty having a cozy lunch outside of Gio's deli, kissing in front of the London Eye and holding hands on the Tower Bridge the past Sunday appeared.

"Ms. Suarez wore a pink Henri Bendel scarf, black Michael Kors wedges, and carried a black Chanel tote that complemented her fitted grey t-shirt, green military jacket, and boot cut DKNY jeans. She was also sporting mysterious new bling in the form of a turquoise and diamond ring - very vintage and very chique - not your typical engagement jewel. However, this is no typical couple by any means. Zero news as to when and where the nuptials will take place, but we're definitely dying to find out. Speaking of dying, Daniel's previous marriage to one-time MODE cover model Molly ended in her devastating demise, so we only wish the best for the happy new couple. Congratulations, Detty! Let's hope your marriage outlasts the last one!" Suzuki remarked before moving on to another topic.

"I'm not sure whether to be flattered or offended," Daniel reacted to the latest gossip on Fashion Buzz as he sipped his morning coffee.

"Me neither. And he gave us a name?!" Betty commented, skeptically, taking a bite of her raisin bagel.

Daniel scoffed.

"Well it doesn't roll off your tongue like Brangelina, but then again I preferred Brennifer, anyway," he remarked.

"Seriously, Daniel, this must be hard for you. We haven't really talked about Molly since we . . . actually not since the Bahamas."

"Yeah . . . um . . . can we just leave it like that?" he asked.

"Daniel, I need you to let me in. Tell me how you feel about this – about us. If you're having second thoughts, if the mention of Molly has made you regret anything please tell me. I'll understand completely. She was your wife and you didn't choose to leave her – neither of you were given a choice at all. This is the first serious relationship you've had since.

Daniel sighed.

"Betty, a part of me will always love Molly," he confessed. "But the way I loved her and the way I love you are completely different."

"I get it . . . she was special. While you love me, too, it's not the same," Betty said, her voice shaking. She hated being this vulnerable. She thought she'd grown enough to be more confident in herself. But she knew Daniel's world fell apart when he'd lost Molly and somehow a tiny part of her still felt she could never compare to her memory. And another part felt guilty for even trying.

"No, it isn't," he agreed. "Because when I'm with you, I feel so much more . . . I'm home, Betty. I don't feel like I have to impress you or be afraid that my past will scare you away. I know you and you know me. We had four years of building a solid foundation for our relationship. It was almost like we were already married in a way – well, minus the sex of course. Molly and I never had the opportunity to have that. I only had time to make her happy for the last few weeks of her life before she was taken away from me."

"Do you ever wonder 'what if'?" she asked.

He hesitated, unsure of how to explain his answer without hurting her.

"Yeah, when I first lost her, I used to question it every day. I wondered what if we had gone to Tahiti? What if we had had kids? What would they have looked like and if I would've been as great a dad as Molly would've been as a mom? But since I've been with you, I only think about us . . . about our future . . . what our kids would look like . . . what kind of father I'd be to them. And I have no doubt you'll make a wonderful mother. You know why I only think about us? Because I know in my heart that this is where I'm meant to be."

"Daniel," Betty tried to stop him.

"Just hear me out, okay?" he requested. "Molly told me before she died that she wanted me to find someone who would make me happy. It was difficult to have that discussion – for both of us. But she really liked you Betty. You unselfishly transformed your YETI project into our wedding, and did so many other things for both of us including saving me from that cult after she died. I think she would have approved."

Betty smiled timidly and lowered her head. She had trouble imagining anyone 'approving' of their significant other moving on with someone new after they had died. She'd even had issues with Elena being with her father, to begin with. She knew it was stupid, but seeing her father move on with someone else felt like he was forgetting her mother, even replacing her. But she guessed that some people really did feel the ones left behind should find happiness with others. And Daniel's situation was different. He and Molly were still so young; they hadn't had time to build a life together. They'd barely known each other comparatively speaking. Still, she couldn't help feeling slightly guilty when she thought about it.

"All those screwed up relationships and every person that I've lost has led me to you. You have been there the whole time and now we finally have our chance with each other," he said, squeezing her hand. "I can't change what happened in the past, but I can look forward to the future and my future is with you."

Betty was at a loss for words so she gently ran her hand through his hair and cupped his chin, giving him a sweet kiss.

"I never told you this, but the first real kiss you and I had – I felt something I'd never felt with anyone," he confessed. "I've kissed a lot of girls, but the fire, the spark with you was more intense than I'd ever experienced. You're the one for me, Betty, in every single way. Don't question that. I think you always were. We both just needed time to realize what we had."

"Daniel, you're the one for me, too. I just wanted to make sure you were sure. I want you to be happy. I – I'm gonna be sick," Betty told him before clutching her stomach and running to the bathroom.

As she heaved into the toilet, she felt his hand on her shoulder.

"I hope this doesn't have anything to do with our conversation," he teased.

"Daniel . . . are you seriously making jokes right now?" she complained, and threw up again.

"Sorry," he apologized, pulling her hair back from her face and rubbing her back.

"You're really good at this," she said in between.

"I, uh, I had a lot of practice," Daniel explained.

"With Molly?" Betty assumed.

"Yeah," he said. "Was it those egg rolls last night? Or maybe the cream cheese?"

"Maybe," she lifted her head up. "But please don't say 'egg' right now."

The very thought of them made her even more nauseated.

Daniel gently wiped her forehead with a cold damp cloth and handed her a glass of water.

"Or maybe you're coming down with something?" he guessed. "Want me to call Lindsay and Stella so you can play Mrs. Sickington today? I'll be Dr. McSexy?"

She hated to miss work. They were brainstorming concepts for the next issue and she wasn't sure her creative director, Millicent, was capable of staying true to the magazine. But it was only for one day, and her assistant, Stella, wasn't afraid of letting Millicent know if her ideas were off track. Plus, she knew she wouldn't be any good to them if she was constantly running to bathroom all day long. And if it wasn't food poisoning, she didn't want to spread her sickness around the rest of the office.

"Please," she surrendered, heaving into the toilet again. "But you don't have to stay – you've got that shoot with the polo team."

"Liam and Harry can handle it. Harry has my notes on the concept," Daniel told her.

"Are you sure?" Betty asked. "I've taken care of myself before. I'm not a baby, like you always are."

"Hey, there is nothing wrong with wanting some attention when you don't feel good," Daniel defended.

"You're right. But I can't let you call off. It's bad enough that I am," she said. "I love you for offering, though."

"At least let me get you comfortable first," Daniel said, helping her up and letting her lean on him as she brushed her teeth. He helped her change into some pjs and carried her into their bedroom against her protests. He fluffed her pillows and tucked her in, then briefly left the room. When he came back, he placed some gingerale, water, crackers, and a disposable bowl in case of an emergency on her nightstand, and handed her the remote.

"Don't forget to -" he began.

"Drink lots of fluids so I won't dehydrate? Thank you," Betty weakly smiled.

"Feel better, baby. I love you more than anything," he told her, tenderly kissing her forehead. "Remember that."

"Love you, too, babe," she managed before closing her eyes, his words comforting her doubts and fears of losing him. However, she hoped a nap would make her feel better physically.

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A week later, Betty sprung out of bed, a revelation crossing her mind like a bolt of lightning. It all made sense – the nausea, the constant need to snack, the mood swings, the dizziness, and to top it off, she was late. Why hadn't it occurred to her earlier? Maybe because she hadn't been this sick before.

She searched under the cabinet of the bathroom sink and found a test. After the drugstore fiasco with Matt, she made a habit of keeping an extra around just in case. Nervously, she opened the box and followed the directions, waiting the grueling minutes for the results.

Why was it that this always seemed to happen to her at the wrong time in her life? It was either with the wrong guy or when she was just starting her dream job . . . She took a deep breath and checked the results . . . Positive. Holy shit! She was so freakin' screwed! What was she going to tell Daniel? She knew he wanted kids, but now? They were only recently engaged, it's not like they'd had much time to themselves as a couple – a little over a month to be exact. She stepped in the shower and attempted to distract herself from the problem, but was unsuccessful.

"Morning, butterfly queen. You feeling any better?" Daniel greeted her, coming behind her in the shower. He wrapped his arms around her waist and planted kisses down her neck, receiving no response. "Betty?"

"I'm late," she said absently, a dazed expression on her face.

"It's okay, B – you're the boss – you're allowed to be a little late," he responded, massaging her breasts, hoping for a more positive response.

"Ow!" she exclaimed, gently pushing his hands away from her. "I'm not late for a meeting, D – I'm late late."

"That late?" his eyes widened.

"Yes, that late," she confirmed, turning around. "I'm pregnant. I took the test, I haven't gotten my period, I've been feeling sick multiple mornings – all day if you count that time last week, I'm hungry all the time, my hormones are all over the place, and my boobs are beginning to feel sore – and yes, I said 'boobs'."

"And you're sure you read the test correctly?" he asked.

"I'd better have – otherwise that Lasik eye surgery I just got was a rip-off!" she scoffed.

"Betty, this is incredible!" he exclaimed, fervently kissing her.

"Incredible? Daniel, this is a disaster! You realize in another seven or eight months an actual little person will come out, right - one that poops and pees and cries all the time? One that we'll be responsible for at least the next eighteen years of their life; is this what you really want?" she asked, shocked that he wasn't as freaked out as she was. "Why do you Meade men have to be so damn fertile?!"

"Okay, so maybe it isn't the perfect time, but it is with the perfect woman," he pointed out to her. "There's no one else I'd rather have as the mother of my child."

"And I couldn't imagine a better father – you were so good with DJ, and Justin, and little William," she smiled. "But are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Positive. I can't think of anything better than a little you and me," he reassured her.

"I guess it would be nice," she agreed, staring down at her slow-growing baby bump, running her hand over it. Amanda had been referring to it as 'Betty Weight', claiming it happened to practically everyone after they got engaged or married. "I have wanted a baby . . . someday. Only someday's come a lot sooner than I expected."

"When exactly do you think it happened?" Daniel asked, putting his hand on top of hers. "I mean, we've been having a lot of sex. I thought Amanda and I were bad, but -"

"Daniel! Not the time! And ewwww! You're bringing up Amanda? Seriously?!" Betty stopped him.

"I'm sorry! I was just trying to figure it out and my mind wandered . . ." he excused.

Betty exhaled deeply, trying not to explode. She knew Daniel's bringing up Amanda wasn't about residual feelings - it was simply comparison. But of all the times to bring up the subject of his sex life with other women . . .

"Anyway . . . I was thinking it was that day when you were moving in – our first time – well times together. We had sex at least seven times. Maybe I forgot to take the pill? Oh, shit - what if I did?! We didn't use anything else. I mean, we knew we both hadn't been with anyone else in months and were committed to each other. I jumped you like you were the last man on earth. What the hell was I thinking?! I wasn't thinking – I had the first issue to work on, and you were moving in, and at that point you weren't just Daniel anymore, you were Daniel. All of a sudden every little thing you did seemed to drive me crazy and block out any logical thought . . . Maybe with all the chaos and change, I didn't remember . . . I'm so sorry, Daniel," Betty apologized.

"Baby, you have nothing to apologize for. We created this life together. And even though it wasn't intentional, it was still out of love and I'm glad we did," he beamed with pride. "So I drive you crazy, huh?"

"Not always in a good way," she clarified, not in the mood for flirting at the moment. Flirting led to kissing and kissing led to sex and sex led to where they were right then.

Daniel backed off, catching her vibe that implied it wasn't the time.

"What about my career? Lindsay will hate me," she worried, stepping out of the shower and grabbing her towel.

Daniel picked up the shampoo and starting washing his hair.

"No he won't. He's a good man and he's smart. He wouldn't have hired you if he wasn't. I'm sure he'll understand and be happy for us. Besides, he'd be an idiot to let you go or cause you any trouble." he said with confidence, lathering his body with soap. "And you're pregnant, not an invalid. Most women can do their jobs until the day they give birth."

"You're right. I can do this. It'll all work out," Betty coached herself.

"Hey, I'm in this, too. You're not alone, Betty," Daniel reminded her as he got out of the shower. "I can stay home and take care of the baby, if you need me to."

"Oh my god – Daniel, I was only worrying about the pregnancy itself - I wasn't even thinking about after! What about your career? I can't let you quit your new job. I know deep down that you're proud to have gotten something on your own. You've come so far since I've met you and you deserve to be happy. How the hell are we gonna do this?" Betty groaned; burying her face in his chest as the tears streamed down her face.

"We'll figure things out, B – I promise." Daniel sighed, stroking her damp hair. "And I am happy – with you. We're going to be a family. Nothing's more important to me than you and this little girl or guy."

Betty looked up with him as if she were about to burst into tears all over again, only kissed him with every emotion inside her instead.

"What was that for?" he wondered.

"For being you," she sniffled and formed a wistful smile. "You always manage to calm me down and make things okay."

Daniel exhaled a deep sigh, holding Betty close. They certainly had another long and eventful road ahead of them, but he couldn't have been happier knowing they were still on that journey together.