AN: OMG! You guys are awesome! I want to thank you all for reading and reviewing (you know who you are). You all rock!

I know some of you didn't like the last chapter much, but I'm sure you're all gonna love this one. This one's for everyone who's reading this, so please, review away!

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Chloe, you are always so positive in your reviews of my story. I'd like to thank you from the bottom of my heart, and hope that you keep reading my writing.

Rachel, I was thinking about making Jude fall, but I didn't want the story to take on that much drama. Plus, I knew you guys would hate me if I did something like that, so I didn't. And the fire dude was kinda a last minute character I added. But I had to make it sorta sweet to soften the weirdness of the chapter. Lol.

judetomfan101, I know you didn't like the last one as much, but I'm happy that you were honest about it. And I think you're gonna like this one.

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alwayswright, OK, I will. I think I took it out since I felt it might give too much away. But if you insist, I'll do that.

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Chapter 9 – When Morning Comes

I went back in the house, only to find Jude curled up in our bed, her arms tightly wrapped around a huge pillow I'd gotten to make sitting up easier for her. I lay down, and gently pulled the pillow away from her.

Instinctively, she pulled back, but I wedged myself between her and the pillow, and felt her relax into my embrace. I smiled, and watched her until after the sun had come up. She finally opened her eyes around 10:30, and smiled as she blinked her eyes to rid herself of all sleepiness.

"Hi," Jude said, hugging me.

"Hi, beautiful," I smiled against her embrace. I could get used to this.

"How long have you been up?" Jude asked, noticing the dark circles under my eyes.

"Oh, about 2:30." I said, trying to make it sound as casual as possible.

"Did I wake you?" Jude worried.

"Yeah, you kept mumbling, 'Noooo!' and 'Please…' What'd you dream about?" I said brushing her hair out of her face. I loved how she felt against my touch, morning, noon, or night.

Jude squirmed out of my grasp and turned away. "It's nothing," she mumbled. But I knew better.

"Hey, it's OK, I'm here," I murmured in my most coaxing voice. "You can tell me anything."

"It's just…" Jude hesitated to tell me. I knew it was something big. She turned back over to face me, squeezed her eyes shut and blurted it out. "I dreamt that I lost the baby, that you were so devastated that you didn't want to be with me anymore, and that your family kicked me out of your house and I had to go live with Eden."

"Aww, my poor Jude," I said, pulling her in for a hug. "I'd never let that happen. Besides, it's you I love. Now and forever. I always have, and I always will. Nothing and no one will ever change that. If anything happens to our baby, we'll deal with it. If it does happen. Which it won't, because there's no way we're losing a baby whose parents love each other too much, and it, to lose it in the first place. OK?" I looked in her eyes, which were mixed with desire and worry. Jude struggled to find the words she wanted so much to express.

"Come here," I said, pulling her into my arms again. Jude willingly came, and we lay awake, reveling in our close embrace.

We were interrupted by my incredibly vocal sister, who could easily be Jude's back-up singer. "Breakfast!" Monique yelled, throwing our door open and announcing the first meal of the day at the top of her lungs. I groaned in exasperation as I got up to address the disturbance in our doorway, and Jude groaned before pulling the covers over her head.

"Thank you!" I shouted back before slamming the door in Monique's face.

"Fine, but don't say I didn't offer you any Pop-Tarts," Monique sulked. Suddenly, I saw a streak of red blur past me and fling open the door.

"Mine!" Jude announced triumphantly, grabbing the plate of Pop-Tarts that Monique was holding. "Thank you," Jude said as an afterthought, while cramming the Pop-Tarts as fast as she could chew and swallow them.

Monique calmly replaced the plate of Pop-Tarts that she'd been holding with another one, then followed Jude's example. "Mmm…" was all Monique could say, since she was busily scarfing down the Pop-Tarts as fast as she could. They made their way to the breakfast room, leaving a trail of messy crumbs in their wake.

I got up, since my room was now deserted and I had no one to play with anymore. I went over to Chris' room, where I knocked on his door and said, "Chris, you up?" No answer.

Jacques came by just then, and said, "Master Chris is already at work. Don't you think you should be too?" He said, his hands on his hips, pretending to discipline me. He smiled and winked as I noted the time and cursed. "I'm glad your mother isn't around to hear you use such colorful language. Should I have Henri bring the Viper around?" He laughed as I sped out of there faster than my Viper. Henri was one of our chauffeurs.

I got dressed as fast as I could, and then bolted for the kitchen. "Jude, we're gonna be late," I said, tugging on her to hurry up.

"Don't worry, Tommy. We'll just say that I wasn't feeling well this morning. Then they'll all be like, 'Aww, are you OK? And Tommy, what were you thinking? You should make sure Jude's OK instead of rushing to be at work and ignoring Jude and your baby." Jude sat back and smiled as I struggled to process what she'd said.

"Damn, Jude, I knew I was a bad influence on you," I teased, causing Jude to blush. Before I met Jude, she never would've used something like that as an excuse for being late to work.

"Who said you were?" Jude smiled before pulling me into a heart-stopping kiss.

We broke apart only to hear Monique say, "Aww," as she clasped her hands to her chest and sighed dreamily at us. My parents, however, were stunned by the display of affection we were showing that early in the morning.

"Morning, Tom, Jude," my dad said, trying to make conversation and break the awkward silence that fell.

"Morning," I echoed, followed by Jude. I went over to my parents, hugged my mom and shook hands with my dad. He'd never shown much emotion, but we'd hug soon enough.

After Jude greeted them, she did the same, except she hugged my dad. He looked shocked, then pleased.

"How's the baby?" My dad said. I couldn't believe what he was saying. He'd never shown this much interest before.

"Good, but if Jude keeps it up, we'll have another Pop-Tart addict in the house," I said. My parents laughed, and Jude scowled at me.

"Speaking of which, if you'll excuse us, we do need to go to Pop-Tart Studios today," Jude said.

"You mean, JQ Studios," I corrected her.

"No, I mean Pop-Tart Studios," Jude said, before stuffing a Pop-Tart in my mouth. "You agree with me, don't you?" She asked my parents, then without waiting for their answer, she replied, "See? They agree with me." Jude dragged me out of the house, but not before I saw the expressions on their faces. They were looking at us with a sense of pride and amusement. Was this how my parents' marriage was too? I was determined to find out sooner or later.

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