After gathering our conclusions of the homicide-suicide that Greg and I took over for day shift, we were prepared to go home. As soon as shift ended, we closed up the case files and clocked out. I really just wanted to get home so that I could fall asleep next my husband after having another case finally solved. I felt too tired to drive so I let Greg do so, and when he had parked our car into our driveway I was already nodding off. Like the gentleman that I knew him to be, Greg took it upon himself to carry me out of the car, into the house, upstairs and place me on our bed. I smiled at him, and kicked off my shoes. I beckoned for him to join me, and watched him strip down to just his boxers. He crawled into bed beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist. My hands traced the scars on his shoulder blade from his lab accident, a constant reminder of the harsh times that had come his way.

He kissed my neck suddenly evoking a giggle from out of my mouth, which I knew he just wanted to hear. My laughter persisted as he playfully nipped at my skin, his lips traveling up my neck to my ear and then across my jaw to capture my lips into a passion kiss. His tongue battled my own for dominance, until I finally let him take control. An almost inaudible moan purred from my lips as the sensation of his lips was again at the base of my neck. His breath tickled my ear, "Tell me that you love." I always did as he asked, for I knew that married life was good.

I had woken up to a smile on my face, but was immediately wiped away by a bile sensation in my throat. I rushed to the bathroom, letting the contents of my stomach spill out and I let out an exhausted moan. I stood to brush my teeth, ridding my breath of the awful taste and then returned to the bed where my husband laid. He stirred at the movement I had created, as on cue his eyes fluttered open to see me sitting up hugging my knees with the sheet drawn close about me.

"Baby? Did you get sick again?" He asked.

I nodded. "Greg, I don't think that this is just a virus, this is the third time this week and I feel fine now."

Greg sat up in bed with me, and wrapped an arm around me holding my body closer to his own. "Siv, whatever is going on with you, I promise that I will always be by your side."

"Catharine asked me if I was pregnant." I blurted out suddenly.

Greg furrowed his brows. "Why would she do that?"

"I got sick at work the other day, and I have been really tired lately."

"Do you think are you?"

I gave Greg a hopeless and confused look. "I have no idea what to think Greg."

"Hey, how about you go take a nice relaxing shower and I'll run to the pharmacy and get you a test so we can find out. Would that be good sweetie?"

I smiled at him. "Yeah, I'll go do that. I love you."

He smiled back at while beginning to get out of bed and dressed. I watched him mischievously. "You're looking pretty hot there Mr. Sanders."

He smirked. "Yeah well, this hot body is all for you."

I laughed and lay back on the bed. He bent over and kissed my forehead goodbye. When I heard the car pull out of the driveway I pulled myself out of the bed and headed to the shower. I thought long and hard on the situation, I wasn't exactly sure where I stood. I loved Greg and I would love to mother his children, but I feared that being pregnant know would ruin my career. But on the other hand I knew that the two of us could manage being parents together while see working as investigators, and I could see Greg being a good father to any offspring we brought into the world. All I had to do was wait and find out.

By the time I was dressed and out of the shower, Greg had returned home. He gave me the package, and I locked myself into the bathroom to complete the task within the instructions. I walked out and waited for the time to be up with Greg sitting on our bed. He held my hand tightly while we counted the minutes in silence. I could feel him holding back excitement on me, because he felt like I thought having a child was a bad thing. That wasn't the case, I just wasn't sure if I was ready yet, but if I was with child I knew that we could get through anything. I jumped up when it was time, and rushed to the bathroom to see my results. I checked the instructions and the stick to make sure that it all added up. I came out of the bathroom to see Greg standing there waiting for me, I was actually happy about my results.

"So do we have a little rocker living inside you?" he asked.

I laughed at his wording and held the stick out to him. "Yeah Greg, we've got one of those."

He hugged me tightly and had a goofy grin smeared across his face. "Oh Siv, we're going to be parents."

I smiled and kissed him, "I know baby, I know."

"Are you upset?"

I shook my head. "Scared, yes, but upset not in the least."

"I'm going to go call my parents."

I kissed him again, and placed his hands on my abdomen. "There's a little piece of you and me growing there, baby."

He smiled. "I can't believe we're going to have a baby!"

I smiled at him again. "Greg, calm down. I know. What are we going to do about work though?"

He wrapped his arms around me. "Let's wait a little while before telling any one."