Disclaimer: Beware of Spoilers for Season 4. In addition, these characters do not belong to me, nor does the whole Sam/Jim storyline as it stands now. All that belongs to me is the dialogue of what I think —might— happen. Also, some plot points in this story belong to me seeing how this was started on Friday after 'Pieces of You' (even though it was posted on the 9th) and even though I have no idea how the whole Jim/Sam plot is going to work out, this story is my idea. Plus, this is my first piece of Ghost Whisperer Fan Fiction so please be kind.

Chapter Two: Confirmation of an Instinct

Her hands were shaking as she entered her bathroom. This can't be happening, she thought to herself as she closed the door behind her. This can't be happening. But she had a feeling that it was. The timing was just too perfect. She had already been taking the drugs and her nights with Jim had always been the same—both of them wanted a child.

"Both of us," Melinda whispered to herself as she waited for the results. "We both wanted a baby but me…alone like this…" she shook her head and began to pace around the small bathroom, muttering to herself. "I don't know if I'm going to be able to handle it. No I know that I'm not going to be able to handle it. But what if I don't have to? What if Sam—Jim—what if Jim remembers? If he remembers then I won't be doing this alone—not really. His spirit will be here and if this,"

Melinda paused and placed her free hand on her stomach. "If this is real then everything will be fine…" Knowing that it had to be time, Melinda looked down at the piece of technology in her hand and her eyes widened in shock.

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"Sam?"

"Delia?" asked Sam as he held his cell phone. "How did you get this number?"

"Melinda gave it to me," Delia answered quickly. "She said that I should have it just in case she ever got caught at an estate sale. She didn't want you to worry."

"Right so why are you calling me?"

Delia sighed and turned the open sign to closed, "It's Melinda. She hasn't been back all day. I have no idea where she is."

"No idea?"

"None," Delia confirmed. "I've called her house, her cell, Eli, everyone. No one's seen or heard from her since this morning."

"That's odd," Sam stated, an uneasy feeling coming over him.

"I'm really worried about her," Delia confided. "She's been through so much lately and well…it's not that I'm worried that she'll do anything rash it's just maybe something has happened to her or something. She didn't tell me where she was going and well…"

"You want me to check her house," Sam interjected. "While you drive around?"

"Is that too much to ask?"

"No," Sam assured. "Melinda's been so great to me it's the least I can do."

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"Mel?" Sam called as he entered through the back door of Melinda's house, wincing internally at the pet name that her husband used to call her. "Melinda?" he called out again, closing the door behind him. "Melinda are you here?" He paused and while there was no answer he thought that he could hear a faint sobbing coming from upstairs.

"Melinda?" he called out again as he reached the foot of the stairs. "It's me Sam. Are you here?" again there was no answer but the soft sobbing. Sam took the stairs one at a time, going slowly so as not to frighten Melinda who was clearly not alright. "Melinda?" Sam called out again and this time he heard a shuddering sob that pulled at his heart strings and it was coming from Melinda's bedroom.

Should I go in there? He asked himself silently as he hovered at the edge of the partially opened door and wasn't about to go in, but another heart wrenching sob from Melinda made up his mind and Sam walked through the door, only to find Melinda sitting on the floor at the foot of her bed crying her eyes out. "Oh Melinda," he stated as he fell to her side and instantly took her into his arms to hopefully calm her down. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Melinda shook her head, far too upset to speak. And so the seconds ticked by with Sam holding her and rubbing her back and whispering to her that whatever it was it would be alright. Finally she calmed down enough and through broken sobs she explained what was wrong. "At…the store…this morning….I realized that….it had been too long….so I went to the drug store….and the test….it told me what I knew…but I'm not ready…not without y—not without Jim….I—I don't know how I'm…going to do this….on my own."

"Do what?" asked Sam even though he was pretty sure that he knew the answer.

Melinda paused and took a shuddered breath while looking at Sam straight in the eyes. In them she saw not the man who had died, but the spirit of her dear beloved Jim, and with that knowledge she told him what she had found out. "I'm pregnant."

—End of Chapter Two—

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